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Turns out you can leave the country, but life remains essentially the same wherever you go. Aside from the obvious cultural differences, we are all a part of this giant social organism with the same particular objective.

Granted we each have our unique way of going about achieving said goal and the definitions pertaining to precisely what obtaining this ‘objective’ exactly entails differs, but ultimately it comes down to the fact that each of us is on a journey to achieve happiness.

When you really think about it, everything we do is geared towards this state of being: we try to maximize the amount of pleasure in our life while minimizing the pain (hello utilitarianism hahah knew school was handy for a reason). Anything and everything that we do is motivated by our desire to be happy, even if indirectly. The problem with this is that we are also plagued with this unshakable sense of dissatisfaction.

Also, I have realized that it is INCREDIBLY interesting watching the world interact with itself. Goffman’s conception of the world as a stage with everyone as actors performing for their peers is right on the dot in my opinion.

Who we really are when we sit alone with ourselves and face our inner thoughts in the silence–is it truly cohesive with who we are in social situations? Don’t we alter our personalities to fit with the company that we are keeping at any particular moment? Are these multiple personalities within us what makes us crazy, keeps us sane, or what gives us purpose while we attempt to maintain these facades for our audiences?

Does it even really matter?

The answer to that is fairly simple: probably not. What it is my friends, is a sign that I have had a leeeeeetle bit too much time to think about these kinds of things. Life has settled down considerably over here, which is why I have declined to bore you all to tears with multiple posts. ANYWAYS here is what has been going down in the land of the orderly:

the past has been revisited, and pages created

I was looking through some old posts from earlier this year and picked a few out that I thought described the time period rather well. Interesting to look back, eh? click here to check it out :) or you can get there from the little tab at the top that says the past.

rugs have been bought

breakfasts in bed have happened (more times than i would like to admit)

cakes have been baked

birthdays have been celebrated

beautiful weather has been appreciated

hockey has been watched

toes have been frozen!

leftovers have been consumed

and excitement has been felt because in 3 days 19 hours and 6 minutes I will be seeing my dad! :) no, i am not THAT obsessive compulsive–gotta love countdown doo-dads!

bitty

The size of the only coffee maker in my room is absolutely ABSURD. Well, absurd if you ignore the fact that it makes about two cups.. which is really all a normal human needs..

ON THAT NOTE, have a wonderful day :)

tube

Good morning :)

Today I have my neurologist appointment, where it should be determined whether I am simply crazy (which is entirely possible) or if there is actually something wrong in my noggin. As a girl who has never has barely had ANY health scares in her life with the exception of just one cut of the finger that required stitches, lets just say the prospect of going to a hospital clinic for brain problems is to say the very least, absolutely terrifying.

When I am terrified I seek out comfort as a means of distraction from my fear. SO on that note I would say some things are alright to do for the sake of calming my nerves.

It is alright for me to break my normal strictly black coffee etiquette and dilute my morning beverage..

It is alright for me to sit on my porch for two hours going through old magazines..with my grandma glasses readily available

Did you spot my breakfast?

Yeah, it is definately MORE than alright for me to consume last night’s dinner that I missed for breakfast

Followed by some M&M’s of course. :)

Breakfast of Champions!

And when I found my mom’s tube of Kalle’s caviar in the fridge…It is alright for me to be absolutely disgusted despite the fact that my name is on the tube..along with a picture of a young male boy because IT IS ALRIGHT that my parents named me after my great grandfather and therefore when I am in Sweden I might be mocked hahah

I do not approve of my name being displayed on such a disgusting product. Tubed caviar..that is just not alright.

almost

thursssday, which is almost friiiidaayyyy!!!

:):):)

Kicked this morning off with an extra thiry minute sleep-in, a long shower, and a huge bowl of oats!

Everything else was pretty standard–went to work, went to the gym, came home and ate dinner, etc, etc.

GOOD NEWS—->>>still feeling progressively better.

I have begun socializing with the outside world once again. Met the boys across the hall who are taking their internship status very seriously and perpetually partying, met up with Charles (as I mentioned before), and ventured over to the ABQ crowd’s dorm floor in the first time in a week or so last night.

Now I am presented with the issue of cramming in everything that I want to see before I leave into nicely proportioned chunks of time after work. I am here for 8 days, 23 hours, and 34 mins and the list of things to do currently stands at:

  • Smithsonian
  • National Gallery of Art for obvious reasons
  • American History museum–JULIA CHILD’S KITCHEN!
  • Anthropologie has better housewares than the one in ABQ
  • Dean and Deluca to get treats for loved ones (and myself obviously)
  • Barnes and Noble for my monthly magazine catch-up sesh
  • U St, heard it is really cool
  • Annie Cream Cheese–cute vintage shop

masterpiece

Twenty days in and I finally took the plunge into the museum offerings of D.C. I stopped in the Smithsonian portrait gallery on my way to meet up with my friend Charles in Chinatown after work.

I have to say, I consider myself a pretty open person when it coms to art but I really just dont get portraits. They just creep me out. I challenged myself to locate the creepiest ones in the place. Let’s just say there were alot to choose from.

I tried, I honestly did to appreciate the FINE brush strokes, shadowing, and the immense skill it must have taken to create the paintings but i couldn’t get over the eery feeling of being watched by dozens of still, oil painted eyes every time I walked into a new room.

AHHHH!

I clearly lack the fine taste and breeding to be able to appreciate the significance and beauty in those. I can however, fully acknowledge an art form of a much more delectable sort:

The art of the sandwich.

Another perk of the mother visit was going to a Safeway that didn’t look like it belonged in a third world country. I took full advantage, loaded my little basket up to the brim with whatever struck my fancy.

TA DA! full fridge..that’s what I’m talking about. Got some english muffins, strawberries, blueberries, turkey, carrots, avocado, tomato, half a dean and deluca sandwich, nectarines, bananas, oatmeal and safeway peanut spread (actually not pb, but it tastes better!)

Now I am presented with the issue to trying to eat it all this week before it goes bad. Enter sandwich number one, I made it last night for lunch today but I forgot to eat it :( guess it will be tomorrow’s lunch.

A good sandwich has several components.

  • A good base–in this case english muffin
  • A protein–i prefer turkey, but chicken is alright too
  • Loooadddssss of veggies–i only had tomatoe and avocado but generally more is more
  • Preferably mustard but I do not have any so the avocado would have to do.

Pre-sandwichification.

The reason I forgot to eat my sandwich actually has something to do with food as well in a rather contradictory way, not to mention my filling breakfast..

Banana, copious amounts of pb right out of the jar, and green tea–MMMM

Precisely at lunch time I noticed a joint committee hearing in CQ daily that caught my eye. Ironically enough it was regarding world hunger and the new Feed the Future program.

Let me back up a bit

Now, it has undoubtedly been a valuable experience but I have to say that this internship has left me slightly disillusioned with politics as a whole. I have always been aware of the amount of negotiating and schmoozing involved in the political world, but with the recent additional exposure the more I have felt that there is more facade than actual governmental progress.

I nearly forgot that as with most things in life, the bad is usually accompanied by some good. Representatives have the unique ability to use their influential position to provide assistance to those in need. It is so easy to get lost in the seemingly superficial and unnecessary debates about economic policies and tax cuts, or the turmoil of foreign affairs gone wrong. There is so much water to tread; the larger issues generally leave their mark on the agendas of most politicians.

I seem to bring up often my gratitude for all that I have been blessed with in this world for no apparent reason rather often and I have often felt and expressed fear that my good fortune has ensued thus far because something horrible is waiting right around the corner. Recently, a new thought process has begun to form.

I’m starting to think that possibly I have been blessed with such extravagant good fortune though so that I would have the opportunity to spread it around a bit.

The way I figure it, people with their own set of issues have less time and less energy to devote to bettering the lives of those around them, or are preoccupied with bettering the lives of a specific few.

It is the government’s responsibility to take care of its citizens. The purpose of electing people to represent us is to better the quality of the public’s life and unite society as a well functioning tool. It’s not just a job for these officials—they have people’s livelihoods in their hands. We are fortunate enough to live in a place with a government that no doubt has its share of flaws, but fundamentally it is not corrupt. People are complaining about our current state of living, of paying more taxes, of being in a recession, of having to live on unemployment benefits and I’m not trying to say that there isn’t substantial worries in your every day lives but there are some considerations that you should think about.

At least you have water, you have a governmental system that pays for your necessities in your dark times or at least makes an effort to. There are horrifically corrupt governments our there that are so intent on keeping their citizens down, they will go to any lengths to achieve their goals.

25,000 people die each day due to hunger and related causes. In Africa alone, 265 million people, nearly one-third of the continent’s entire population, suffer from hunger.

This hearing discussed providing financial aid to a list of less fortunate countries to innovate farming and agricultural techniques, educate the population about growing food, and help them get on their feet.

While you are on your computer reading this, I’m assuming you are clothed. Think about the last time you took a shower, think about the last time you slept in a bed, drove in a car, ate a meal. Probably all the above you have done today, while a large portion of the world have not done even one of those things in their LIFE.

It seriously blows my mind. I have a information session on the Peace Corps on Thursday and I am way more excited for it now than I was initially. Even if that specific program is not in my future, I anticipate donating a chunk of my time on earth to helping those in need.

Okay, okay I realize all this sounds cheesy but it’s really the least I could do. I am not religious, nor am I spiritual in the least, but I do try to abide by a set of morals. I try to be the best person I can be, 70 percent of the time haha because I can be a total brat the other thirty.

This concludes the Dr. Phil SLASH infomercial portion of my rambling. Have a wonderful evening, send good thoughts to those who need them!

rainy monday

Is not just a song title, is also the foundation for an ideal day. Growing up in the desert, you really learn to appreciate the merit of a summer stormy day.

Monday, though three days ago, was just that and I took full advantage.

7am. breakfast

2pm.-5pm read in bed with tea–turned into impromptu nap followed by more reading.

5:30pm. nails with mom

730pm. dinner at outback with mo and tess

10:30. more reading and then falling asleep really early.

If rainy monday described the previous day, bustling tuesday would be the appropriate label for the following one. I fueled myself and then proceeded to begin packing up a storm:

Tired out from all that folding I met dad for some sushi!

A nap with the boy was definitely called for, followed by dinner with friends, and then a movie with Kemp. I would say these past few days have been rather ideal–aside from yesterday I suppose which was filled with plane travel. Now I have arrived!

ain’t it cute?

chopin

In many ways, I feel as though I am a grandmother in a 18 year old body. I adore classical music, tea, sweaters, pearls, Breakfast at Tiffanys, and I wear dentures.

Okay, one of the above is not true (you caught me, I hate sweaters..) BUT I still bear a striking resemblance to a ninety year-old in many respects. The good news is, this increases my chances of making it into the Guiness Book of Records as the oldest person in the world considering I am ninety at heart NOW and I hope to have at least another seventy years more. This morning I joined my peers in attending the Church of Beethoven.

The “service” is basically church without the religion. People congregate to enjoy coffee and music on a Sunday morning at the Kosmos. Today the line up was

  • F Chopin: Nocturne in E Minor Opus 72
  • C Franck: Sonata in A Major for Violin & Piano
  • Poets: ABQ Unidos . . . Albuquerque Youth Poetry Slam Team

Notice the average hair color of the other attendees..

I have some other exciting news! Well, actually two things (more on that later) but the more superficially exciting one is that after living in NM for 18 years I can finally call myself a citizen BECAUSE I have tried red chile. This may come to a surprise to those of you who know me and are familiar with my obsession with spice, but I have always just had this preconcieved notion that I hated red chile despite never trying it.

After “church” we dined at the ORIGINAL Garcias downtown and I figured what a perfect opportunity to try my hand at some serious carne adovada consumption.

VERDICT:

eh..It was alright. I still prefer green but I am up for trying out some more red infused dishes in the near future. I will say that it was spectacular when paired with a smidge of honey on the tortilla and then piled on top.

Since we were already downtown with camera in tow, I decided to try my had at being photographer for my article this week about the warehouse fire on Broadway. The firefighters were trying to go about their usual business while I snapped a few shots. Let’s just say that I will be sticking to writing hahah I don’t think picture taking is my forte.

Now I am off to tidy up the house before my mother returns home from her weekend at our house in Pagosa Springs and then look for a plastic plate and bowl to bring to D.C