<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271</id><updated>2012-02-10T02:05:25.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom and Leah in the World</title><subtitle type='html'>The following blog follows the lives of Tom and Leah as they serve as Peace Corps volunteers in the Philippines.  The entries and comments on this blog do not represent the views of Peace Corps.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3653024950685031631</id><published>2012-01-17T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:14:59.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of Month - January - TOM</title><content type='html'>One of my jobs is to teach Filipino Literature in English.  It is probably the one aspect of my job that relates most to your reading of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;; the topic of colonialism comes up routinely.  The teaching of this course is also the most philosophically conflicting part of my job as an American living here in the shadow of colonial power.  I’ve learned a lot in my two-years, and I continue to wonder about the extent colonial rule has played in shaping lives here today.  So instead of a picture this month, I decided to present some voices from people in my community.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I’ll give you a brief background on the Philippines, so you can understand the country in a historical context and appreciate why it is such a great point of conversation for your reading.  The archipelago was first colonized by the Spanish.  Many Spanish words still permeate through the language, and Spanish traditions are still alive in many parts of the country.  With the Spanish-American War everything changed.  The US created its first colony.  Filipinos were not happy having fought to expel the Spanish only to find that the Americans were not going to leave.  A war ensued called the Filipino-American War.  Many Filipinos died.  Japan occupied the country for several years during WWII before losing it again to the Americans.  Eventually, the US was pressured into giving the country its independence.  The US continues to enjoy strong ties with the Philippines, and many corporations from the Gap to McDonalds operate businesses in nearly every major urban center throughout the archipelago.  The US military maintains a strong advisory role in combating extremism in parts of Mindanao – the archipelago’s most southern islands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone from the US volunteering in the Philippines, I try to view my role here in the context of post-colonial life.  Many Filipinos are understandably nationalistic, and I try to remain sensitive and understanding when someone is claiming that reliance on English in schools erodes the country’s identity, or glorification and consumption of products from Western corporations inhibits national growth.  These are challenging issues for both Filipinos and Americans in shaping a future relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our literature class, Arcy and I explore pre- and post-colonial life through story.  Given that the early Philippines was a predominantly oral storytelling culture, the pre-colonial world we present is limited to the myths and folktales that have been written down, but there remains a vast body of work that has not been written down.  Post-colonial life is routinely discussed, and a lingering “colonial mentality” is an often-referenced term that I have found difficult to define.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of giving you a snapshot of post-colonial life in the Philippines, I’ve decided to ask random people at school to help me define “colonial mentality.”  I think this recording helps confirm that colonizing another country has vast untold effects on its population.  And as Conrad explores the dark side of colonial pursuits, I thought it might resonate a little more for you to consider a few of the voices of the millions of people in vast numbers of colonizer- and colonized-cultures around the world that continue to grapple with the effects of colonialism to varying degrees.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/k6cqq9/whatisacolonialmentality.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/k6cqq9/whatisacolonialmentality.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high"  width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Podcast Powered By Podbean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some Filipinos in my community trying to answer the question – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is colonial mentality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3653024950685031631?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3653024950685031631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/pic-of-month-january-tom.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3653024950685031631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3653024950685031631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/pic-of-month-january-tom.html' title='Pic of Month - January - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5975565607450667510</id><published>2011-11-29T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:09:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Month - November - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxC4D9UfQy0/TtSSf8jGMwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8CMkYJGZofI/s1600/pic%2Bof%2Bmonth_nov%2B2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxC4D9UfQy0/TtSSf8jGMwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8CMkYJGZofI/s400/pic%2Bof%2Bmonth_nov%2B2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680326107547972354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Marriage can wait, education cannot… because a society has not chance of success if its women are uneducated.” – Babi speaking to Laila &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Cox Seniors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known when I signed up for this that I’d be coming to know poverty more intimately than I did when I was a student at Cox.  During my senior year, I was living in Birdneck Point staring out my kitchen window at the 17th fairway of the Cavalier golf course each morning; I was completely unaware of the struggles faced by people living in a former American colony halfway around the world.   I was completely unprepared, however, for my outrage when I watch a student with great potential get pulled into the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cycle_of_poverty"&gt;cycle of poverty&lt;/a&gt;.  While reading A Thousand Splendid Suns, I thought again and again of my students.  They endure hardships with a smile, but sometimes those hardships, coupled with the forces of poverty, deprive them of so many of the things I have taken for granted in my life – food, education, health, and/or shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week’s picture is not meant to be a sob story.  I chose this picture to celebrate the Lailas of the Philippines.  Of the students I have taught, one student kept popping into my mind as I watched Mariam and Laila grapple with the damning effects of poverty.  Her name is Glory.  She will graduate in April, and when she stands to teach her first class next year and asks her students to take out their notebooks, no one will be there to celebrate her first steps out of poverty.  I’ll definitely be thinking about her though.  I remember when she became pregnant and faced the prospect of getting kicked out of school because a policy that requires any pregnant students to either marry or withdraw.  She married the father.  She still wanders into our faculty room selling snacks at 5 cents each.  She says she has to sell or she would not be able to pay her tuition.  I buy snacks regardless of my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty is my single biggest source of frustration, but when I get to be in the presence of students like Glory who are clawing their way out peso by peso, I am filled with great hope.  I am inspired to make Glory’s path a little easier through education.  So this week’s picture is one of the thousand glorious suns that has set over our barangay during the last two-years.  And even thought the shadows hide the poverty and those who endure it, the light reminds me of my students who’ve emerged from those shadows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5975565607450667510?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5975565607450667510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/pic-of-month-november-tom.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5975565607450667510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5975565607450667510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/pic-of-month-november-tom.html' title='Pic of the Month - November - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxC4D9UfQy0/TtSSf8jGMwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8CMkYJGZofI/s72-c/pic%2Bof%2Bmonth_nov%2B2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-935580929383914587</id><published>2011-10-10T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:58:50.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Pic of the Month - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3w9iP3QZWI/TpOX_RUJz-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/2Fh303oHTZo/s1600/hagonoy_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3w9iP3QZWI/TpOX_RUJz-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/2Fh303oHTZo/s320/hagonoy_street.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662036269770330082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won’t find a lot of existentialists hanging around my community this week.  They might agree with the absurdity of the picture above, taken after two consecutive typhoons struck nearly identical parts of the country in two-weeks.  The trail of destruction and death is the longest of this year’s rainy season, and everyone is grappling to restore a sense of normalcy to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of that effort is ongoing at my school.  We have resumed classes, and the delayed final exam week is now in full swing.  During English proficiency tests, I asked students, “What can you say about your experience during the storm?”  I scribbled notes on their successes and challenges navigating preposition use and personal pronouns, but I also listened to the content of their responses.  Repeatedly, students spoke of the need for resilience through shared responsibility.  No one said that increasingly powerful typhoons that inundate and destroy vast quantities of rice  - their families’ livelihood – was an absurdity that necessitated an act of free will to escape it.  They don’t have that luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a picture that relates in some way to Albert Camus’ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt; has reminded me of how privileged I was in 1996 to sit in Mr. Lambriola’s class on the second floor of Cox and think critically about my world.  How would you view the world if all that stood between your family’s livelihood and destitution was two-weeks of heavy rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students at my school might not appreciate a writer like Camus this week.  They would accept that natural disasters are highly unfortunate.  They might even agree that two in two-weeks is absurd.  But the Philippines remains a group-centered society and a country where over 80% of its inhabitants are Catholic.  Poverty is so great that often one typhoon is all that stands between a family eating or going hungry.  Instead of subscribing to the idea of free will in the face of life’s absurdity, many families choose the path of shared effort to hold back the absurd from invading their lives.  Many are also fiercely fatalistic, claiming &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bahalana&lt;/span&gt; translated as “God willing” "whatever comes" when faced with life’s greatest challenges.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my students might say, “If God plans two typhoons in two-weeks, so be it.  It is part of a plan, and I must rise to the test.  We Filipinos are resilient.  God may have given me free will, and I choose to eat.”  It’s these practicalities that water down and muddy philosophies advanced in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, Albert Camus has a point about the absurd.  When I read the newspaper, I lean toward Camus' belief that we are surrounded by the absurd.  But why is it that his argument seems to lose force when it is applied in the context of the picture above – an image of a disaster where the clawing instinct to survive is triggered in those who are least capable of helping themselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-935580929383914587?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/935580929383914587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-pic-of-month-tom.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/935580929383914587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/935580929383914587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-pic-of-month-tom.html' title='October Pic of the Month - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3w9iP3QZWI/TpOX_RUJz-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/2Fh303oHTZo/s72-c/hagonoy_street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1391621239644265087</id><published>2011-09-22T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T05:45:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July-September Peace Corps Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLEcA" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLEcA"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLEcA&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-1391621239644265087?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1391621239644265087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/july-september-peace-corps-philippines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1391621239644265087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1391621239644265087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/july-september-peace-corps-philippines.html' title='July-September Peace Corps Philippines'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1485662813109014766</id><published>2011-09-22T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T06:03:09.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Goal of Peace Corps: Mission Accomplished (in a major way)</title><content type='html'>In 1961, President Kennedy stated that the third goal of the Peace Corps is to "strengthen Americans' understanding about the world and its peoples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I had the honor of achieving that goal in July 2011 at the Smithsonian Folklife Festival.  There, we were able to share our Peace Corps experience and host country culture by introducing our actual talented Filipino counterparts with us to share information about the Philippines with Americans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see the following blogs written by the youth participants and pictures of the enjoyable and successful event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.tiklingbirdsvisitDC.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the short news summary (mostly in English):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for updates in November after the tinikling dancers perform in Manila for the Peace Corps Philippines 50th Anniversary culminating event!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7082378733cd5e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7082378733cd5e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427263%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84EB16C8BC892EA0FE46FADF90CD929EC1ECD7D1.6F13A4C3DC8C215E3B0895306CBB3C46E6276676%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7082378733cd5e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3-tzcAnt93MYEMK1IJHpnIWvYP4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7082378733cd5e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427263%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84EB16C8BC892EA0FE46FADF90CD929EC1ECD7D1.6F13A4C3DC8C215E3B0895306CBB3C46E6276676%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7082378733cd5e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3-tzcAnt93MYEMK1IJHpnIWvYP4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-1485662813109014766?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1485662813109014766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/peace-corps-third-goal-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1485662813109014766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1485662813109014766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/peace-corps-third-goal-mission.html' title='The Third Goal of Peace Corps: Mission Accomplished (in a major way)'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5186533454641580682</id><published>2011-08-10T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:04:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from a Month of Travel</title><content type='html'>We've been neglecting the blog for over a month, so here is a quick update on life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time traveling to DC for the &lt;a href="http://www.festival.si.edu/"&gt;2011 Smithsonian Folklife Festival&lt;/a&gt;.  We traveled with eight tinikling dancers from Leah's center and two staff members.  The dancers were instant celebrities and even made the &lt;a href="http://tiklingbirdsvisitdc.blogspot.com/2011/07/tikling-birds-make-national-news.html"&gt;national news&lt;/a&gt; in the Philippines!  They represented their country admirably, and it was a joy to travel with them.  Our task was to share a little of Peace Corps life in honor of the agency's 50th Anniversary, and we thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to be part of something so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since returning, we have been tearing around the Philippines attending conferences, taking a short vacation, and attacking the mold infestation that is our house.  Leaving a structure in 100% humidity for close to a month with no circulating air is not adviseable unless you are growing a &lt;a href="http://guysimpson.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/terrarium4-8-07r2.jpg"&gt;terrarium&lt;/a&gt;.  We have had about a week and a half now to fight back with bleach and soap, and we are starting to get the upper hand again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are settling again after one of life's great adventures to the Folklife Festival.  How many people get to be in a Smithsonian Museum exhibit (while they are still living)?  We are like the &lt;a href="http://www.mnh.si.edu/panoramas/htmlVersion/01L.html"&gt;African elephant in the rotunda of the Natural History Museum&lt;/a&gt;.  We crashed across the Pacific, breaking into two groups on our flight to DC.  The dancers were the center of attention and stood up confidently to the challenge of meeting and interacting with thousands of the million-plus visitors.  We all poked around with our trunks, sniffed and sample the international food choices at the festival, hugged old friends, reunited with family, and enjoyed America and the American people's curiosity of people from other cultures.  At times, the trip felt like an elephant stampede, but we relished every minute of it.  I think for all involved, the festival was a reminder of many of the values that make America great, and for us, the trip was a reminder of the great friends and family members we have who have supported us over the last two-years.  Thanks to all of you who joined and/or supported the festival trip.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5186533454641580682?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5186533454641580682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-from-month-of-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5186533454641580682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5186533454641580682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-from-month-of-travel.html' title='Back from a Month of Travel'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3180543631943785360</id><published>2011-06-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:13:17.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Poetry for the Day - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wli_sk8POtY/Tgo1ZQ5touI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QyRzJ3sDIZI/s1600/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wli_sk8POtY/Tgo1ZQ5touI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QyRzJ3sDIZI/s320/IMG_4514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623365792875520738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darius Pitt is a writer from Virginia Beach.  I offered to take a photograph to go along with one of his poems.  Below is a picture I took at a resettlement site for families that had lost their homes to a volcanic eruption.  In the top right corner is the hand of one of my students.  She is standing in a dump truck preparing to return to our school after a day of gift giving and games with the children in the community.  In the bottom left is a boy tossing her a parting gift.  My students often talk about the experience of visiting a marginalized community and how it deepened their understanding of the role they will play in convincing boys like this that they can improve their lives through education.  A big thank you to Darius for his poem and for reminding me of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel that no one cares&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by all those traps and snares&lt;br /&gt;I know what that's all about&lt;br /&gt;I can help and will get you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it won’t be that hard&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a sentry at the guard&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you now&lt;br /&gt;To you, I solemnly vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To always be at your beckon call&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for the long haul&lt;br /&gt;Down along any hard path&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you until the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I surely hope that I have shown&lt;br /&gt;That you can rely on me&lt;br /&gt;What ever time, that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Darius Pitt, Virginia Beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3180543631943785360?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3180543631943785360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-poetry-for-day-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3180543631943785360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3180543631943785360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-poetry-for-day-tom.html' title='Some Poetry for the Day - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wli_sk8POtY/Tgo1ZQ5touI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QyRzJ3sDIZI/s72-c/IMG_4514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5608367471916801632</id><published>2011-06-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:20:35.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of Week - June 5-11 - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUt6UpOhBoo/TecBa-bcYcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gn0I3oP1SsE/s1600/jeepneys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUt6UpOhBoo/TecBa-bcYcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gn0I3oP1SsE/s320/jeepneys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613457023486943682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cox Class of 2011 Students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our last picture of the week because we have reached the end of the school year, and because I lost my camera in Manila  It seems like with each posting I am losing another valuable piece of electronic equipment, so it’s probably good that this is the last posting.  I have enjoyed corresponding with you.  Your comments have made me reflect more deeply on my experience here.  They have also lifted my spirits and renewed my excitement for volunteerism on days where I feel far from home and isolated from life in the US.  Thank you.  My graduation gift to you is a jeepney – one of the iconic means of public transportation in the Philippines.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about a final picture to share with you, this vehicle kept coming up in conversations.  I would ask other volunteers and Filipinos, “What picture would you take in the Philippines to represent graduation?”  Some said “the rice terraces”; others said “carabao,” but most said “jeepney”.  Rice terraces and carabao are usually symbols of hard work, but plenty of people are telling you about how great it is that you have worked hard and graduated.  Jeepneys say something unique about how you might travel through life after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, these custom built trucks stop anywhere.  If you yell “para!” or clink a coin against a piece of their hand-welded frames, the jeepney will quickly pull over to the side of the road and drop you off.  They stop routinely as people “para” and clink their way toward destinations throughout the country.  If you are a jeepney, it’s ok to stop and look around in a world that favors direct flights, tweets, and instant access over rickety trucks.  Your comments over the last few months have reminded me of how quick the pace of life can seem and how anxious you might be to get through college and into a dream career.  I am grateful that we stopped and took some time to reflect on this blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, jeepneys are often covered in decorations like the ones above.  They travel through the smoky streets of Manila ablaze in neon lettering.  They streak across empty farm land glowing against the greens and yellows of rice paddies.  They bounce along mountain roads with passengers clinging to their colorful roofs.  No two jeepneys are alike, and none of you are either.  You’ve passed through adolescence and into young adulthood, and you are beginning to show your colors.  In 1997, I was getting ready to graduate from Cox, and I was a Honda Civic.  I wanted to fit in and drive through life unnoticed.  Now I’m living in a country awash with vehicles that scream, “Be an individual!  Be a jeepney!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, jeepneys pack people and belongings in so tightly that it sometimes seems that passengers will never be able to get off.  It is not uncommon to have someone wedge a butt cheek in between you and your fellow passenger with an inch or two of space between you.  To get off, you crouch down and begin the perilous journey down the long benches toward the exit.  You step over chickens and children, kilos of rice and crates of vegetables.  As you approach the exit, light pours in.  You are forced to look back down the road from where you came.  Being a jeepney means being willing to look back through all the dust and exhaust that you have left behind before moving forward again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, I will graduate from PCV to RPCV (Returned Peace Corps Volunteer), and I’ll try to be a jeepney as I transition into the next phase of my life.  I’ll look back over my two-years in the Philippines and see Nordy hand washing clothes next to a rusty well.  I’ll look out over a sea of future teachers, standing in uniform and singing the Lupang Hinirang at a flag raising ceremony.  I’ll rewind all the conversations I’ve had with Leah and other volunteers and listen again to how we landed in 2009 and pieced together a new reality on the other side of the world.  I’ll think of you and how you shaped my experience here.  Lastly, I’ll clink my coin or say “para”, look back and think about what I’ve learned, and move forward again as colorfully as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations class of 2011.  Thank you for making my life here more colorful.  I will be with you in spirit on June 18th.  I hope to meet some of you in person this summer at the Smithsonian Folklife Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuhay for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5608367471916801632?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5608367471916801632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/pic-of-week-june-5-11-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5608367471916801632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5608367471916801632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/pic-of-week-june-5-11-tom.html' title='Pic of Week - June 5-11 - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUt6UpOhBoo/TecBa-bcYcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gn0I3oP1SsE/s72-c/jeepneys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2467071675344390185</id><published>2011-05-07T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:48:43.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of Week - May 8-14 - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSpKl6MTGwM/TcdGOmNDfCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ayBEk1HrEUw/s1600/may%2B8_jack%2Bin%2Bcave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSpKl6MTGwM/TcdGOmNDfCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ayBEk1HrEUw/s320/may%2B8_jack%2Bin%2Bcave.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525477873286178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Vietnam with my father, Jack, has always been a dream of mine.  Since high school, I wanted to tour Vietnam, and listen to him talk about his involvement in a war that left millions dead.  I thought that the trip could maybe bring closure for him and provide me with an opportunity to learn something new about my father’s life.  I got my wish this month.  I recorded over two-hours of conversations with him in Vietnam during the last two-weeks.  On the day before I returned, however, I accidentally left my recorder in a restaurant on our last day in Hanoi.  Even though I lost all of our conversations, the trip was everything I dreamed of when I was younger.  I learned that he had never wanted to return to Vietnam, but that in the last few weeks, he was glad that he had.  I also learned a lot about Vietnam and his experience during the war that I had not previously known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of my father on our trip to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ba_B%E1%BB%83_National_Park"&gt;Ba Be National Park&lt;/a&gt; in the north.  My father was drafted into the Vietnam War when he was 23, and in 1968 he left the United States on a plane bound for Saigon.  On our trip, he told me for the first time that he was convinced he would die in the war.  When he landed in Saigon, he saw caskets with the bodies of American soldiers stacked seven rows high waiting to be flown home for burial.  He served as an officer in an Army Psychological Operations unit from 1968-70.  His job was to win the hearts and minds of the enemy – to convince them that building a democracy with America as a partner would be in their best interests.  He dropped propaganda leaflets from helicopters and participated in other missions designed to convince the enemy to give up.  After his first tour, he volunteered to go back with the Army Red Cross for an additional year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ba Be, we traveled down a river and passed by villages.  We looked up at steep valley walls of jungle.  We could have been on a mission together in 1968, but we were armed with cameras instead of M-16s.  At a bend in the river, the water seemed to disappear into a cave.  Our boat floated into the darkness, and before we emerged on the other side of the mountain, we stepped off the boat, and I snapped this photograph of my father.  Ten-minutes later we returned to the late day sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after our trip to Ba Be, we learned the news of Osama Bin Laden death.  I have tried to compare the defining struggle of my father’s generation with today’s struggle against terrorism.  I keep thinking about our river trip through this cave as a metaphor for the two conflicts.  Like our conflict in Vietnam, it is often hard to tell if we are heading further into the darkness, or whether we are emerging into the light.  You are a generation that has grown up with conflict; we have been fighting extremism for more than half your lives.  I am interested to hear from you.  In light of this week’s news, what literature has helped inform your views of our current war against terrorism?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2467071675344390185?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2467071675344390185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/pic-of-week-may-8-14-tom.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2467071675344390185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2467071675344390185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/pic-of-week-may-8-14-tom.html' title='Pic of Week - May 8-14 - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSpKl6MTGwM/TcdGOmNDfCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ayBEk1HrEUw/s72-c/may%2B8_jack%2Bin%2Bcave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2650990803908626</id><published>2011-04-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:10:08.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Week - April 3 - 9 - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxCeoj_V8bQ/TZlghuNPq_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/dpnJhnS-QOE/s1600/puppetshow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxCeoj_V8bQ/TZlghuNPq_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/dpnJhnS-QOE/s320/puppetshow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591606544812714994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Cox seniors!  I hope your AP exam preparations are going well.  Leah took this week’s picture.  It speaks to the three phases of my life since high school graduation: 1) the decision I made at Cox to pursue business; 2) my later choice to become a lawyer; and 3) my current life as an educator.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1997, Mr. Lambriola’s English class taught me that with enough practice, I could be as good with words as any of my peers.  I enjoyed English class, but when friends and family members peppered me with questions about life during graduation parties, I stuffed my face with appetizers and mumbled vague references about becoming a businessman with my degree from JMU.  I made no mention of becoming a teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001 when I graduated from JMU, teaching was still far from a serious interest.  When I switched from being a business major to an English major during my second semester of college, some asked what I planned to do with a degree in English.  I had no idea.  “What are you going to be? A teacher?”  &lt;br /&gt;“Of course not,” I said looking for a place to hide, “I’ll probably practice law like my father.”  I remained unsure of what I wanted to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve talked to a lot of people about their career choices, but the advice I received from my parents led to this week’s picture.  Follow your passion.  It wasn’t just my parents who told me this as I passed into adulthood; it was an example set by all those authors from middle and high school.  Thoreau gave voice to an entire literary movement by simply enjoying nature.  Shakespeare channeled his talents so forcefully into characters like Hamlet and Macbeth that he revolutionized the way we use our language.  The authors in my English class put my parent’s advice into action.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture illuminated just how far away I am now from the future businessman I was in 1997, stuffing my face at graduation parties in Green Hill Farms.  In it, I am helping a Filipino girl read lines from a kids story while she holds a princess puppet.  I have coconuts sitting behind me on a table.  It’s 2011, and I spent ten-years after my Cox graduation trying to figure out what my parents meant by following passion.  I hope you don’t have to spend as long as I did trying to find yourself, but you should know that you don’t need to have all the answers for yourself.  Plans change.  I spent years bathing under fluorescent light pecking away at a keyboard from behind a desk stacked with paper.  I was not particularly happy with my work.  My parents were right.  And I’m smiling a lot more now.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What will you be in 2021?  Are you sure of yourself, or do you think you’ll change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2650990803908626?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2650990803908626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-week-april-3-9-tom.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2650990803908626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2650990803908626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-week-april-3-9-tom.html' title='Pic of the Week - April 3 - 9 - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxCeoj_V8bQ/TZlghuNPq_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/dpnJhnS-QOE/s72-c/puppetshow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-886292523508053401</id><published>2011-03-11T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:45:02.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Week - Mar 13-19 - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_RQlDCGAqM/TXr4g1vkCMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oTDJ44iIWkY/s1600/legaspi_mt%2Bmayon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_RQlDCGAqM/TXr4g1vkCMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oTDJ44iIWkY/s320/legaspi_mt%2Bmayon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583047931145226434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received a text message from Peace Corps at 5:45pm ordering all volunteers in the vicinity of coastal areas to evacuate to higher ground within ten minutes.  A tsunami was headed toward the Philippines and was due to make landfall at 5:55pm.  Later in the evening a second message came indicating that the waves had been smaller than expected and that coastal volunteers could return to their homes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this week’s picture as a point of discussion about risks we take in our lives because last night’s tsunami threat forced me to reflect on the risks I take as a volunteer.  Last week, I spent a night at the foot of an active volcano named Mt. Mayon.  Two days earlier, I swam with whale sharks, the largest fish in the world.  Some would look at swimming with gentle, but extremely large, sharks, or sleeping in a town that could be quickly covered by a mountain of ash, as unacceptable risks.  I enjoyed my time at the foot of the volcano and in the presence of the sharks; I took a risk in pursuit of knowledge and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you graduate in June, many of you will find that the layer of insulation your parents have provided for you your entire life will fade.  You will assess risk on your own.  I don’t want any of my students to be hurt in their lives, but I want them to take risks in their learning and in their pursuit of fulfillment.  I encourage them to push the limits of what they know about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke this morning to the growing extent of devastation in Japan, my perception of the risks I take living here remained unchanged.  The Philippines sits on the Pacific Rim of fire.  It is battered regularly by typhoons.  It is under constant threat of earthquakes and tsunamis.  But I am perfectly willing to accept those risks in exchange for the invaluable knowledge I have gained as a volunteer here.  There are parents of volunteers, however, who refuse to visit their sons and daughters in the Philippines because of perceived risks.  Could such a refusal be a more profound risk?  They have chosen not to engage more intimately in a learning experience that will forever shape their child’s life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-886292523508053401?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/886292523508053401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/pic-of-week-mar-13-19-tom.html#comment-form' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/886292523508053401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/886292523508053401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/pic-of-week-mar-13-19-tom.html' title='Pic of the Week - Mar 13-19 - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_RQlDCGAqM/TXr4g1vkCMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oTDJ44iIWkY/s72-c/legaspi_mt%2Bmayon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1170328184839529845</id><published>2011-02-20T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:45:05.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Week - Feb 20-26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFzU43bJvQM/TWHfVzAK47I/AAAAAAAAAIs/e95JhLAnkzo/s1600/carabao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFzU43bJvQM/TWHfVzAK47I/AAAAAAAAAIs/e95JhLAnkzo/s320/carabao.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575983379222553522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carabao is a symbol of hard work in the Philippines.  They are slow moving, but they can labor under some of the most intense conditions when the equatorial sun beats down and biting flies and mosquitoes abound.  I am surrounded by them since they are one of the only animals that can slog through the muddy rice paddies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture last week while on a bike ride.  This guy was tied to a tree standing next to the road.  He looks like he is ready to say something…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-1170328184839529845?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1170328184839529845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pic-of-week-feb-20-26.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1170328184839529845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1170328184839529845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pic-of-week-feb-20-26.html' title='Pic of the Week - Feb 20-26'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFzU43bJvQM/TWHfVzAK47I/AAAAAAAAAIs/e95JhLAnkzo/s72-c/carabao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1580564017576492834</id><published>2011-02-19T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:36:01.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting islands and other Peace Corps volunteers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLEUg" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLEUg"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLEUg&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-1580564017576492834?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1580564017576492834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-islands-and-other-peace-corps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1580564017576492834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1580564017576492834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/visiting-islands-and-other-peace-corps.html' title='Visiting islands and other Peace Corps volunteers'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3479916626039405796</id><published>2011-02-11T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:51:26.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Week - Feb 13-18 - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOTvdZuJX1I/TVYDLv8oGsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8J-t9BnjLnI/s1600/power%2Boutage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOTvdZuJX1I/TVYDLv8oGsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8J-t9BnjLnI/s320/power%2Boutage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572645089301764802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a power outage this week.  Rolling “brownouts” occur much more frequently here than they do in the United States.  The power goes out for a number of hours to relieve the struggling power grid, and work productivity comes to a grinding halt.  I’ve come to love brownouts because without them, I never slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest differences in life during a brownout is the nature of time.  At dinner, Leah and I lit candles and sat and talked.  We didn’t rush.  We could not use a computer to watch a movie.  We could not listen to music.  When we went to bed, it was silent except for the sound of insects.  No videoke speakers blaring in the distance.  No buzzing street lights.  We talked some more before falling asleep about plans for the future – a future where electricity will power us to go faster and faster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m surrounded by cell phones, computers, fans, and other conveniences, I’m as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;on&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the appliances are.  My conversations are shorter; I focus less on things I would otherwise find important – like the people around me.  When the power goes out, time slows, and I can focus on people instead of, what Filipino’s lovingly call, “gadgets.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3479916626039405796?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3479916626039405796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pic-of-week-feb-13-18-tom.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3479916626039405796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3479916626039405796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pic-of-week-feb-13-18-tom.html' title='Pic of the Week - Feb 13-18 - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOTvdZuJX1I/TVYDLv8oGsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8J-t9BnjLnI/s72-c/power%2Boutage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5432755565614783684</id><published>2011-02-07T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:52:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Week - Feb 6 - 12 - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TVCTRMwZqzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gVZXRcJYR5o/s1600/IMG_2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TVCTRMwZqzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gVZXRcJYR5o/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571114662748597042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week this picture helped me travel in my memory back to1987.  I was on 17th Street.  There weren’t any putt-putt golf courses or fancy surf shops nearby.  17th Street was considered a rough part of town.  I was with my mother and sister in a place called The Fire Escape standing behind a buffet line.  The room was poorly lit, and I couldn’t tell if it was a restaurant or a night club.  My mother handed me a big spoon and put me next to a giant tray of dessert.  After a while, a line of people began coming through the door.  I scooped food onto peoples’ plates.  Some smiled.  Some looked down at their food.  Some blessed me.  Some asked for a second helping.  All came because they were in need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the questions I had as I scooped food.  How could they not afford to feed themselves?  How could they find themselves in need of a simple meal?  Some of you raised similar questions when you connected the OFW house to the Joad family in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grapes of Wrath&lt;/span&gt;.  I wish there were easy answers to sticky questions like poverty.  My mother introduced me to the questions of poverty at the Fire Escape – questions that have challenged humanity for ages.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I asked my students to write their motivations in life in preparation for an assignment in an upcoming class.  I rode my bike home with their stack of papers and plans to give them feedback after dinner.  Later, I sat down to read.  After reading several lists, I couldn’t continue.  I couldn’t continue reading “escape from poverty,” “rise from poverty,” or “to not be poor” on page after page.  I was not ignorant of my students’ situations, but seeing their self-awareness on paper was difficult for me.  This week’s picture is a portion of one of those lists.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not including this picture to make you feel guilty or ashamed for what you have; I’m more curious about what your motivations are as you prepare to graduate.  My students are far stronger and more focused than I ever was as I prepared to graduate in 1997, and I know if my family had been in need, circumstances would have been different.  Like Tom Joad, this student will use his salary to help his family; the $275/month will not go far.  My tray of dessert has remained full since 1987, and I’ve never had to decide how to accept charity from a child – whether to smile or look away.  I still don’t have answers to the questions my mother presented me, but when I watch the focus in my students’ eyes as they prepare to become teachers, I know that education helps.  Pictures like these teach me far more than I could ever teach my students about the nature of poverty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5432755565614783684?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5432755565614783684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pic-of-week-feb-6-12-tom.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5432755565614783684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5432755565614783684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pic-of-week-feb-6-12-tom.html' title='Pic of the Week - Feb 6 - 12 - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TVCTRMwZqzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gVZXRcJYR5o/s72-c/IMG_2826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8546265836013898233</id><published>2011-01-31T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:47:15.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cox Needs Assessment - TOM</title><content type='html'>FOR COX HIGH SCHOOL - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mrs. Molodow and students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are response's from the TCA/RCHI Literacy Program project leader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TTpRALnpWXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qIRaFezbFRY/s320/half%2Bbuilt%2Bcastle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564849353130596722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture on a bike ride this week.  In the United States if you decide to build a house, you are expected to complete the construction in a matter of months.  Here in the Philippines there is no such expectation.  Half-built castles often stand next to one-room dwellings in a scene of relative wealth set against the backdrop of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a house in the Philippines is a big deal.  I have met community members who have spent their lives erecting houses much smaller than the one above - one tile or nail at a time, adding effects and decorations - for decades.  The families that can afford major construction projects like the one above are also often the most fragmented.  Overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs) represent a huge part of the Philippine economy.  Hulking skeletons of houses like these are often called OFW houses because they are built with the billions of dollars in remittances that stream into country from OFWs abroad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, big houses in the countryside are symbols of hope that the OFW-economic-pilgrims can turn material dreams into realities for their families.  The family members that remain in one-room dwellings like the one in the background of this picture might tend crops for decades awaiting the day when the family is whole again under the steel girders of a countryside castle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many of you will move away from your home for the first time this year.  In the Philippines some people leave home out of necessity, and they do so recognizing that they will live in isolation from their friends and family for many years.  In some ways, I took home for granted before coming here.  When I left for college, I expected that my room would remain the same, and that my life in Virginia Beach would remain static.  In the years since moving away from home, my parents sold my childhood home.  Virginia Beach has changed.  I visit less frequently.  When I visit now, I stay in a guest room.  To my delight though, one thing has remained untouched.  The bond we have as a family can still fill a space with conversation, laughter and love regardless of the location.  This picture reminded me of home and what changes and what endures when we leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5763485444047015827?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5763485444047015827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/pic-of-week-jan-23-29-tom.html#comment-form' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5763485444047015827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5763485444047015827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/pic-of-week-jan-23-29-tom.html' title='Pic of the Week Jan 23-29 - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TTpRALnpWXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qIRaFezbFRY/s72-c/half%2Bbuilt%2Bcastle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-6061909688601241837</id><published>2011-01-16T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:37:11.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Podcast - TOM and LEAH</title><content type='html'>Below is a podcast from Thanksgiving in Sagada.  Thanks to all of the volunteers who shared their voices for this. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/x7j5wp/Thanksgiving2010_Sagada.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/x7j5wp/Thanksgiving2010_Sagada.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high"  width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Podcast Powered By Podbean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-6061909688601241837?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6061909688601241837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/thanksgiving-podcast-tom-and-leah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6061909688601241837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6061909688601241837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/thanksgiving-podcast-tom-and-leah.html' title='Thanksgiving Podcast - TOM and LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2197051737380768203</id><published>2011-01-14T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:10:10.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Week - Jan 16 - 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TTE2CJ4-SnI/AAAAAAAAAII/JizJbrUnHww/s1600/juggling%2Bat%2Ban%2BEDUC%2BChristmas%2Bgift%2Bgiving%2Bextension.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TTE2CJ4-SnI/AAAAAAAAAII/JizJbrUnHww/s320/juggling%2Bat%2Ban%2BEDUC%2BChristmas%2Bgift%2Bgiving%2Bextension.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562286425421793906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is all about being noticed; something you quickly become accustomed to in Peace Corps Philippines.  Here, I’m juggling for elementary students at a Christmas event, but even if I weren’t juggling, these children (most of whom have only known Americans from the movies) would be staring.  They are naturally curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Filipinos say “Hey [GI] Joe!” (a comment rooted in America’s involvement in the Philippines during WWII).  Others say “Papanam” or “Saan ka papunta” (wanting to know where I am going).  “Calbo!” is another refrain I’ll here in passing (referencing my bald head).  Last week I passed a group of students on my bike and one of the girls screamed at the top of her lungs.  Like some sort of quasi-celebrity, I rarely get a free pass of anonymity when I am out in public.  Because I am noticed, I am hyper aware of how different I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at Cox I made a lot of effort to not be noticed.  I tried to wear the right clothes and say the right things so that I would be accepted by my classmates.  14-years later, I am in a place where there is little I can do to stay out of the public eye.  This level of scrutiny has forced me to embrace what others notice about me (i.e. - my lack of hair) and reach out and interact with people I might not otherwise meet.  Like an actor playing the part in a play, I say my lines and act my part with a mix of excitement and terror because I'll wake up tomorrow on the same stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2197051737380768203?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2197051737380768203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/pic-of-week-jan-16-22.html#comment-form' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2197051737380768203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2197051737380768203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/pic-of-week-jan-16-22.html' title='Pic of the Week - Jan 16 - 22'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TTE2CJ4-SnI/AAAAAAAAAII/JizJbrUnHww/s72-c/juggling%2Bat%2Ban%2BEDUC%2BChristmas%2Bgift%2Bgiving%2Bextension.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3372059249218973707</id><published>2011-01-07T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:58:18.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Week - Jan 9-15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TSfMj6_gy-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/A-yG92lVVa4/s1600/siquihor%2Bport%2Bsign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TSfMj6_gy-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/A-yG92lVVa4/s320/siquihor%2Bport%2Bsign.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559637182515301346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I’m corresponding with seniors at Cox High school, and they have requested more pictures and stories from our experience here, so I’ve agreed to try a “Pic of the Week” effort on the blog.  Each picture will have an accompanying anecdote, and I’ll try to post each week until graduation.  Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few months of high school left, and rule #4 will be hard for you to follow, particularly in the final weeks leading to graduation.  I took this picture last week in Siquihor while waiting for a ferry boat to carry us home.  These statements/rules were posted next to the tricycle stand.  Rule #4, despite its grammatical error, is a life rule that Filipinos tend to handle better than Americans.  Delays are generally accepted without complaint whereas in the United States some have made an art form out of complaining.  Because of a delayed ferry boat, we were forced to wait for five hours for the next boat.  We found this sign.  We played cards and talked at a restaurant with our friends.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Robert Pirsig who argued in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance&lt;/span&gt; that "we’re in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it’s all gone.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your final months of high school.  Don't forget to enjoy conversations, and until June, "you will not be impatient."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3372059249218973707?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3372059249218973707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/pic-of-week-jan-9-15.html#comment-form' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3372059249218973707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3372059249218973707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLEFg&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3987356415923062506?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3987356415923062506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/august-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3987356415923062506'/><link rel='self' 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First, I am happy that I have a friend with me to share in the ups and downs of life here.  I have the highest respect for single volunteers who navigate the ups and downs of the volunteer experience alone.  At times, I imagine single volunteers feel extraordinarily lonely.  Life as a couple, however, requires close companionship and open communication.  It has been one of the most rewarding experiences I have had with Leah.   &lt;br /&gt; The first stretch of our experience started in August 2009 and continued until March of this year.  It was the host family stretch, and it was the hardest stretch for us as a couple.  Our host family experience was our intrusion into the privacy of a Filipino family and a host family intrusion into the married life we had grown accustomed to over the last five years.    &lt;br /&gt; We walked through living rooms with nothing but towels around us after trips to the shower.  Our underwear would hang from rafters above our heads during rainy season dinners.  When we left one host family house, our host brother hijacked some of our dirty clothing, so he could continue to “smell” us after we were gone.  All of these experiences drew us into closer relationships with our host families and forced us to continue our public lives during hours of the day that were once ours alone.     &lt;br /&gt; The two greatest benefits to volunteering together are being able to process experiences together and being able to draw inspiration from each other’s successes.  When I come home at night, and I’m trying to understand a cultural curiosity like why people keep asking me to eat with them, Leah tells me that everyone is asking her to eat too, and we laugh together.  I also get to enjoy Leah’s work every morning when I ride my bike past a row of newly planted trees on my way to school.  My ride includes clouds of burning trash and leaves and a street littered with plastic.  But then I pedal along a stretch of road with new trees and little trash.  Leah was responsible for planting over 100 trees in our community last year; she jump started a gardening project; and she is in the planning phase of expanding her garden into a laboratory for learning about the natural world.  I am proud.  I am inspired. I am fortunate to be volunteering with my wife on the other side of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-4478313010439223381?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4478313010439223381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/married-life-in-peace-corps-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4478313010439223381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4478313010439223381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/married-life-in-peace-corps-tom.html' title='Married Life in the Peace Corps - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7547585375941814075</id><published>2010-12-02T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:24:52.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Day a Week - TOM</title><content type='html'>Weed wackers are buzzing.  Students are dusting and “picking grass” (weeding).  Piles of plastic desks fill the hallways.  Teachers are shuffling papers, cancelling classes, and working late into the night.  “Overtime tayon!” can be heard in the faculty office room.  The smell of floor wax fills the air.  The diesel generator roars.  We are in the middle of accreditation week, without power, and everyone is focused making our school presentable for the accreditation team that will arrive next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accreditation week is designed to measure the quality of education at colleges throughout the Philippines; it is also one of the most flurried exercises in mass labor and overtime I have witnessed.  For the last week, the entire ship of the college has turned in the direction of accommodating the accreditation team that will arrive on Monday to conduct its work.  Some teachers have been forced to cancel classes; students have been pressed into service cleaning every inch of our institute.  Teachers have been sitting at long conference room tables and compiling thousands of pages of material for a numbingly long list of criteria from cleanliness of the campus to quality of the teachers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to clean out the pile of stuff under my desk until I found an old box that had become a mansion for about twenty cockroaches.  I decided to slide my desk stuff to the middle of the room and go to class.  I guessed that the flood of student helpers sweeping, scrubbing and waxing would carry my roach mansion away to be burned.  To my delight, I came back from class to a new desk, sans cockroaches and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last several weeks have given me a better understanding of Filipino work ethic.  When we first arrived, we were told that Americans and Filipinos have different views of work, and that generalization has largely held true.  Filipinos often glory in the ability of the group to accomplish tasks; Americans instead sometimes emphasize individual efforts.  I’ve watched groups at my school and groups at Leah’s center complete staggering amounts of work in preparation for two big events – accreditation and an anniversary celebration.  But I am still wondering what the right balance is between individual and group accomplishments for communities to be most effective in tackling big challenges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7547585375941814075?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7547585375941814075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/8-day-week-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7547585375941814075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7547585375941814075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/8-day-week-tom.html' title='8 Day a Week - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2468903001109808740</id><published>2010-10-14T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:41:17.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with Albert Camus - TOM</title><content type='html'>The following is posted for Lori Molodow's English class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLez58ARv5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MbJq3EccsM0/s1600/procession.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLez58ARv5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MbJq3EccsM0/s320/procession.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528084875561779090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/q9h7g/question1_death.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/q9h7g/question1_death.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high"  width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is death beautiful or disgusting?  Explain.&lt;br /&gt;In my interviews, beautiful surpassed disgusting as a term used to describe death.  The first part of these recordings focuses on those who responded that death is beautiful.  The transition to people who see it as partially or completely disgusting begins around the 6-minute mark.  I’m including a picture of a funeral procession, which is a common site here on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLe0P2nd73I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cM4XTIiKmNE/s1600/angtikbalang-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLe0P2nd73I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cM4XTIiKmNE/s200/angtikbalang-front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528085252072664946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLe0gMmNVWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oJ-402--wZs/s1600/tikbalang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLe0gMmNVWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oJ-402--wZs/s200/tikbalang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528085532850869602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/sssadk/question2_thingsunseen.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/sssadk/question2_thingsunseen.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high"  width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in things you cannot see?&lt;br /&gt;The people who believed in things they cannot see start these responses.  After, those that believe only in things they can see responded.  I’m including pictures of ang mga tikbalang, one of the spirits mentioned during one of the more unique responses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLe2G1j_7wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N4e8ywNHWk0/s1600/10-Pinatubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLe2G1j_7wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N4e8ywNHWk0/s320/10-Pinatubo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528087296194113282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/84k8mm/question3_universe.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/84k8mm/question3_universe.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high"  width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the universe chaotic or well-ordered?  How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;I mixed these responses between the chaos proponents and the well-ordered believers.  The responses were interesting, and I’m including a picture here of the Mt. Pinatubo eruption in 1991.  One of the responders mentions the eruption, which caused widespread damage throughout Tarlac and the provinces bordering the volcano.  It is considered by many to be one of the most chaotic natural events in the Philippines in the last 20 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2468903001109808740?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2468903001109808740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversation-with-albert-camus-tom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2468903001109808740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2468903001109808740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversation-with-albert-camus-tom.html' title='A Conversation with Albert Camus - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/TLez58ARv5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MbJq3EccsM0/s72-c/procession.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2492582431026392793</id><published>2010-10-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:02:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Contest Entry</title><content type='html'>Arcy and I are hoping to win.  Thanks to Jesse Chong and our student Cyril for their musical contributions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24H757Q6wiM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24H757Q6wiM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2492582431026392793?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2492582431026392793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/video-contest-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2492582431026392793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2492582431026392793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/video-contest-entry.html' title='Video Contest Entry'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-63006822380023140</id><published>2010-10-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:48:57.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accosted by Acrostics</title><content type='html'>During my final exam interviews yesterday, I asked students to spell their names, so I could measure their pronunciation of individual letters and so I could be sure to put the correct name on their score sheets.  Instead of spelling their names, numerous students spelled their names as acrostics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is your name?”&lt;br /&gt;“John, sir.”&lt;br /&gt;“Can spell your name for me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Sir, J – joyous, O – ostentatious, H – hardworking, N – never willing to quit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching English in a foreign country in a foreign country is full of little surprises.  I only wish my scoring rubric allowed me to boost scores for creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-63006822380023140?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/63006822380023140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/accosted-by-acrostics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/63006822380023140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/63006822380023140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/accosted-by-acrostics.html' title='Accosted by Acrostics'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-4276539627889157352</id><published>2010-09-12T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:52:27.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLD7g" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLD7g"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLD7g&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-4276539627889157352?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4276539627889157352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/taiwan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4276539627889157352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4276539627889157352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/taiwan.html' title='Taiwan'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-4061020640709053664</id><published>2010-09-10T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:51:05.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Nut Shell - TOM AND LEAH</title><content type='html'>Leah and I were talking recently about putting up a general life blog, since we have focused on aspects of our work in recent blogs.  So here is our best effort – our lives in a nut shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Morning Commute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New experiences arrive without warning here.  For example, I ride my bike to work each day.  I ride past trees that Leah’s kids planted, and I try to say “magandang umaga,” “naimbag nga bigat mo,” and “good morning” to students on their way to classes.  I’ve given up trying to understand which students speak Ilocano and which speak Tagalog.  Instead, I figure as long as I’m smiling when I say it, they get the idea.  This morning, I came down the hill from our house and found a horse drawn carriage heading up the hill.  It had tall wheels like the old Spanish colonial carriages still in use here in places like Vigan.  Finding a carriage in Tarlac is rare, so I smiled and went with “good morning.”  “Good morning” is the safest bet when encountering new things on the morning commute.  With the vast numbers of languages in use here, English is my fall back, which is good for my communication, bad for advancing my aspirations of speaking Tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Volunteering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our days off, Leah and I are often found working on paperwork and lesson plans that will help push our secondary projects forward.  Leah continues to build her learning farm; I’m working on two projects related to literacy and teacher leadership.  These projects are in addition to our regular work week, so we both have to carefully balance the demands of work and our mental health.  From time to time, we come home and vent to each other about how hectic our lives are at times, but we wake up the next day and step back into the fray hoping for another positive breakthrough in a relationship with a co-worker or student.  The demands of projects and work would definitely sap our energy if we weren’t so in love with the young people at our jobs.  They keep us young and moving forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah’s garden project continues to blossom with grant money.  She has applied for five grants and received funding from each application!  Her most recent grant will fund a solid waste management day to clean-up and install garbage cans at a local plaza.  Her ability to spin her garden efforts out into community interaction for the kids at her center is endlessly fascinating.  She is particularly excited for her solid waste management day because the Peace Corps Director for the Eastern and Middle Asian sector will be in the Philippines and has asked to visit her event.  The governor of our province will also be invited, so it has potential for being a big day for Leah and her center.  She works unbelievably hard and deserves the attention she is starting to receive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m teaching three subjects: Facilitating Learning, World Literature and Interactive English.  My teaching schedule is a little lighter this semester, which is nice.  I’ve been able to build some strong relationships that will help sustain the literacy and teacher leadership programs I have helped develop over the last 6-months.  Both projects are on a good footing and will grow in the coming year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we aren’t thinking about work, we enjoy cooking up Filipino dishes and the occasional American escape (anything with melted cheese, tuna salad on white bread, or pbjs).  A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of eating dinner with some volunteers in La Union; we ate real tacos with real tortillas, cheese, taco meat and salsa followed by peanut M&amp;Ms.  We wore permanent smiles on our faces until our rice-laden bellies started taking revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to ride our bikes on some of the country roads near us; it’s always an adventure.  When we aren’t dodging pot holes, we look out over vast expanses of green that lift up toward the sky at the foot of the Zambales mountains.  We try to ride early in the morning so we aren’t noticed, but people usually stop to stare and wave as we ride by their houses.  The carabao, cows, chickens, and cats are the only living things that let us ride in anonymity.  The people, and sometimes the dogs, love to notice the “Americanos”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Observations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rice is growing fast right now, and we have rain almost every day.  The rain is nice because it cools us off, but it is also a challenge because it makes everything damp in our house.  This morning I pulled my dress shoes from under the bed, and a layer of fuzzy mold was growing on top.  Our furniture is also starting to cultivate mold spores, and we are considering a bleach cocktail to clear out the fungusy goo that must be growing in our lungs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We battle mosquitoes in and out of the house as a result of the heavy rains and stagnant water in the rice paddies.  “Tom’s Candy Shop,” consisting of hundreds of drops of Terro ant poison is open for business on our kitchen counter 24-hours a day, and the critter eating lizards are getting fat and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite past times is vegging out on our inflatable couch and watching movies.  We let our minds travel to places far from here; the movie camera reflects lives throughout the world, and we need to relieve ourselves from the constant thought and work that goes into making life in a foreign community successful.  When the movies end, we fly back to the Philippines.  We return to thoughts of the many Filipinos we know facing unprecedented challenges, and we go back to being two Americans waiting for the next new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Afternoon Commute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the next new thing is always right around the corner.  On my bike ride home today, I saw a strange looking cow.  Instead of having floppy ears like a normal cow, it had the reversed pokey ears that are found on carabao.  All animals here, even the scabby cat on our roof at night, are breeding in profusion, so it should have come as no surprise that a carabao might take a liking to a cow.  I pass this animal every day, but my mind is always caught up in trying to filter the other experiences around me, and I miss the other newness.  All of this leads to my belief that putting a volunteer’s life in a nutshell is an insurmountable challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-4061020640709053664?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4061020640709053664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-nut-shell-tom-and-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4061020640709053664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4061020640709053664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-nut-shell-tom-and-leah.html' title='In A Nut Shell - TOM AND LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3556154900796128709</id><published>2010-08-19T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:46:57.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Rooms for All - TOM</title><content type='html'>Toilets in the Philippines tell stories.  They are the critical component of the Filipino “comfort room,” and their comfort ratings differ widely.  Their stories explain, in sometimes great detail, where you are on the vast ladder from abject poverty to extreme wealth.  Some toilets are tired, overused holes in the floor, with a bucket of water standing next to them.  Users splash them feverishly into some semblance of their former selves; sometimes splashing is useless.  They are lost to the forces of neglect.  Other toilets are what you would expect to find in wealthy nations – a shiny porcelain throne outfitted with a clean, well-secured toilet seat and a holding tank of water waiting to be released with a single flush.  &lt;br /&gt; The toilet in our new home has its own story to tell.  It has been hinting at its varied history of wealth and poverty since we moved in.  Its journey has taken it from being the throne of the former college president to the leaky, seatless stool it is today.  I have no complaints about our toilet; a cold porcelain rim is far more luxurious than the layered newspaper I saw a boy in Manila using in public last week.  I’m more curious than anything about how toilets can say so much about access to financial security.&lt;br /&gt; The last inhabitants of our cottage were not college presidents.  I know this because I fixed our toilet yesterday.  When I lifted the cover for the holding tank, the story became clear.  Someone had orchestrated a series of ingenious repairs to maintain our toilets flushability, but those repairs used inexpensive supplies, supplies that were not designed to last.  The chain that lifts the rubber stopper to begin the water flow was an old necklace that had rusted and was now barely functional.  The arm that controls the level of water in the tank had been wrapped in string that had since molded but still held the arm in place with the help of hand-cut bamboo strips.  The floor of the tank held a layer of dirt and gravel that suggested a time when the tank cover had been removed for an extended period of time.  All signs pointed toward a toilet that had suffered under the weight of poverty.  &lt;br /&gt; Leah and I have been talking a lot lately about the effects of poverty on our work.  We have discussed the sinister barriers poverty places on societies - the way poverty inhibits motivation; the way it robs children of childhood; the way it strips away dignity until squatting and defecating in public becomes routine.  As I bump up against the limits of resource access in my work, I often want to take a giant plunger and unclog the pipes of justice that stop the flow of high quality education to my students.  I know they would be better off if I could give them laptop computers, basic school supplies, and brand-new, sparkling toilets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3556154900796128709?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3556154900796128709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/comfort-rooms-for-all-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3556154900796128709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3556154900796128709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/comfort-rooms-for-all-tom.html' title='Comfort Rooms for All - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7675741860208405697</id><published>2010-08-01T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:44:51.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RCHI Well Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDzA" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDzA"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLDzA&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7675741860208405697?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7675741860208405697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/rchi-well-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7675741860208405697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7675741860208405697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/rchi-well-project.html' title='RCHI Well Project'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1152908266276578315</id><published>2010-08-01T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:38:06.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RCHI Well Project - LEAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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The focus of this camp was on teaching methodology, or how teachers teach best.  I enjoyed my time with the participants.  The classes were small.  The time to focus on lesson planning was lengthy, and the demo teaching lessons helped our participants see how no lesson is perfect and that through reflection we can always improve what we offer students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work with these teachers is always gratifying.  This time I was able to get to know the participants better.  The class sizes were small.  I got to work with Luz who raised money when her husband died so his body could be transported back from his job site in Malaysia to be buried.  I talked about reaching individual learners with Lhyn who arrives daily at her school in fear; several teachers from her school have been beheaded recently by Abu Sayyaf, and other women in her hometown have been raped.  I gave feedback to April who comes from the hometown of Manny Pacquiao, the great, Filipino boxer.  She crosses a river on horseback during the rainy season on her commute to school.  I helped Zhig polish a lesson plan; tomorrow he will fly from Cebu on the first leg of a three-day, island-hopping journey back to his home.  He lives far to the south, and his island has no electricity.  Ann focused tirelessly during our seminar; her stamina comes from the three-hour hikes she makes to her school each day during the rainy season.  I watched Anyda deliver a nearly flawless lesson during her demo teaching despite suffering from a  Bell’s Palsy episode that left half of her face paralyzed.  Her observers, who weren’t aware of her condition, told her the only thing that she needed to do was to try smiling more.  I am drawn into the stories of people in the Philippines all of the time, but the stories of these teachers, and the efforts they make on behalf of education, are heroic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The generosity and passion shown this week by our participants deserves to be in the news.  Today, Mhyles, one of my students, gave me a novelty picture showing me on the cover of Newsweek for becoming “teacher of the year.”  She spent 100pesos on the picture, which is equivalent to a day’s work.    Many will never make the front page of a magazine or have statues erected in their honor, but the changes some will make in students’ lives through quality teaching will outstrip and outlast any statue.  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I have used multiple methods to encourage youth development, but my favorite has been facilitating projects that allow youth to serve their community and learn through experience.  Fortunate for me, a horticulturist, the projects my center have been most interested in are ones that benefit the environment, too.  In early 2010, RCHI residents participated a service-learning tree planting project.  The theme of the project was “Youth Planting Trees for Life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCHI staff and I encouraged the residents to plan and participate in a Global Youth Service Day (GYSD) event that took place on April 24, 2010.  We received two grants that funded the project.  From January to April 2010, twenty-one teenage RCHI residents identified and acted on the need for more trees in their community.  They decided to supply community members with fruit bearing trees that would provide food for low-income families in addition to helping the environment.  During the planning phase, the youth researched appropriate fruit trees based on climate, surveyed interested households on tree preferences, met with a nursery director, and planned a GYSD assembly.  On GYSD, 96 youth volunteers including RCHI GYSD committee members, additional RCHI residents, and neighborhood volunteers planted 150 fruit trees and collected 32 bags of roadside trash.  A general assembly followed and included games, remarks, and recognition from city officials.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GYSD experience was a catalyst for youth development; they had fun and were engaged in a meaningful project while gaining important life skills.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, youth-leaders were able to practice their literacy skills throughout the project planning and reflection process.  Some residents wrote informative letters to local officials while some wrote formal thank you letters to our grant providers.  In addition, all residents were required to reflect and write about their GYSD experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders also learned or improved many valuable life skills such as teamwork, leadership, communication skills, improved self-esteem, and decision making.   For many it was their first time in a leadership position.  They worked with their peers and delegated tasks.  They were also required to communicate regularly with strangers.  One 16-year-old participant told his communication success story in his reflection paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Another interesting fact that I learned from volunteering is how to communicate to others to persuade them to join our community activity.  During our tree planting event, I encouraged the young basketball players of my neighborhood to join us in planting trees and picking up plastic.  As a result, eight community volunteers joined us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most, this was their first time to volunteer and engage in a community activity outside of the center.   Many said they would like to volunteer again. Two, fourth-year-high school residents wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I enjoyed volunteering on this project and this was my first time to volunteer.  Next time, I want to join more volunteer activities in our community.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was hard work, but we managed to make a difference in our community. I was proud to be involved and not waste time. I hope to remain productive and to continue to volunteer because it is my pleasure to serve my community.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCHI plans to volunteer in their Santa Maria community annually on GYSD.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Peace Corps volunteer in my third through six months, this was an ideal opportunity to work closely with some of the older residents.  My center houses 51-60 residents; with that many residents, getting to know them on an individual basis had been challenging.  Working closely with 21 residents over the course of the three-month GYSD project, I was able to learn more about them as individuals including their personalities, skills, interests, concerns and leadership styles.  The residents also learned more about me.  They became less shy and embarrassed about practicing their English while working with me.  I will be able to use what I learned about them during the remainder of my volunteer service to encourage them in areas such as future projects, school work, or career planning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth using their skills to successfully encourage other youth to join them in “planting trees for life” - I feel like a proud mom and a happy horticulturist.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures uploaded)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3412295816739218420?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3412295816739218420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/global-youth-service-day-youth-planting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3412295816739218420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3412295816739218420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/global-youth-service-day-youth-planting.html' title='Global Youth Service Day: Youth Planting Trees for Life-LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7671989492001600699</id><published>2010-07-10T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T05:45:18.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Well Project Complete-LEAH</title><content type='html'>http://appropriateprojects.com/node/252&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our well, a major link in our garden project, was finished a few months ago.  Since then the gardens have flourished with the availability of water. A summary can be found on the conclusion page (see web address). Look for a podcast starring RCHI well diggers soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7671989492001600699?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7671989492001600699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-well-major-link-in-our-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7671989492001600699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7671989492001600699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-well-major-link-in-our-garden.html' title='Garden Well Project Complete-LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2473819495688293522</id><published>2010-06-29T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:37:20.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May_June_2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDRA" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDRA"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLDRA&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2473819495688293522?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2473819495688293522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/mayjune2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2473819495688293522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2473819495688293522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/mayjune2010.html' title='May_June_2010'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-4052671924706832766</id><published>2010-06-11T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:11:38.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10th - TOM</title><content type='html'>I watched a film called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Invictus&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago.  The film recounts the difficulties Nelson Mandela faced in bringing the people of South Africa together after apartheid.  It follows Mandela’s efforts at reconciliation after spending considerable political capital propping up the predominantly white South African rugby team.  If the movie’s claims are accurate, Mandela exhibited leadership that helped shepherd South Africa into a multi-racial democracy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos voted on May 10th to elect their next president, and while his challenges may not be equal to Nelson Mandela’s in South Africa, Noy Noy Aquino, the president-elect, faces daunting challenges in each of the areas that Peace Corps volunteers serve – social services, education and the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As volunteers, we were asked to stay away from all political rallies and events that might be misconstrued as support from the United States for a particular candidate.  We sat through multiple briefings and presentations on the security and practical implications of the election.  In the end, election-day was rather anti-climactic for Leah and me.  The election fell on my birthday, so instead of waking up to gunfire and chaos, we awoke to children from Leah’s center singing Christian birthday songs to me under our covered porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lack of excitement in Tarlac surrounding the election, I enjoyed seeing Filipinos exercise their right to vote – a right they take seriously.  If NoyNoy Aquino approaches his job with the zeal of some of the voters I met, I’m hopeful that the government will make headway on some of the issues we concern ourselves with as volunteers.  I met several people who stood in lines for close to 10 hours in 90-100 degree heat to cast their ballots only to be asked to return the following day.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take that kind of endurance and commitment from the 17,000 newly-elected or reelected officials to realize the kind of positive changes needed in many communities here.  Hopefully, some of them will have seen &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Invictus&lt;/span&gt; and will seek to emulate Mandela’s decision to take a national issue and localize it around the story of a rugby team.  It was a brilliant political move that was a catalyst for change in South Africa.  I am hopeful that some of the great ideas our community members are trying to advance in our community will catch the attention of national leaders.  Everyone can gravitate toward change when they see a simple plan yielding results at the local level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-4052671924706832766?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4052671924706832766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-10th-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4052671924706832766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4052671924706832766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-10th-tom.html' title='May 10th - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7076272185504450004</id><published>2010-05-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:52:46.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest pictures_Leah</title><content type='html'>We continue to stay busy at work and with our community. Among the newest batch of pictures you will see Tom’s birthday celebrations (including an early morning home-visit from my center for a birthday serenade and an evening of videoke with Tom’s co-workers); us working on an organic farm; travels to a nearby water hole for swimming and washing clothes; me and my kids at a regional Sportsfest; our escape to the cool mountains of Baguio; an overnight vacation to the beach with my center (where the kids rode in a dumptruck!); Tom and I dancing old-school style at a neighborhood party after people insisted we dance for all to see (most embarrassing 5 minutes of my PC experience to date); and an Easter egg dying activity at my center.   Our PC experience seems to be going by so fast.  We are grateful for our new friends and for all that we are experiencing and learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7076272185504450004?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7076272185504450004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/newest-picturesleah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7076272185504450004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7076272185504450004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/newest-picturesleah.html' title='Newest pictures_Leah'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-6667725067330097874</id><published>2010-05-23T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:54:18.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March-May_2010 Permanent site and travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDIg" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDIg"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLDIg&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-6667725067330097874?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6667725067330097874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/march-may2010-permanent-site-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6667725067330097874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6667725067330097874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/march-may2010-permanent-site-and.html' title='March-May_2010 Permanent site and travels'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5417952392549803056</id><published>2010-05-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:16:16.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RTFM - TOM</title><content type='html'>My father-in-law sometimes says, “Remember Tom. RTFM.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offers this acronym on holidays or other times during the year when I might receive a gift that requires assembly (and the optional use of a manual).  The first time he used this acronym with me, we were installing a microwave in his kitchen.  Neither of us had read the _ manual, but we went to great lengths to position the microwave above the stove and bolt it into the wall.  Satisfied that we had “installed” the new microwave, we pushed the power button.  Nothing happened.  “RTFM” drifted through the house from the direction of the living room, where my mother-in-law was watching TV.  We returned to the empty box to consult the previously discarded manual. An important step had been ignored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignore manuals.  I have since elementary school when my parents signed me up to participate in a year-long intervention program that seemed to revolve around my reading instructions for worksheets over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do we do BEFORE we start a worksheet, Tom?” the teacher would say.&lt;br /&gt;“Read the instructions,” I would croak, barely able to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never forgiven my parents for trying to wean me of my tendency to skip instructions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I purchased a pair of portable speakers for my computer, and because our house is unbearably hot (requiring inhabitants to seek out mindless activities that don’t require sweating), I decided to read the manual.  I am now more certain that reading the ------- manual is often more harmful to your knowledge of the product and that ignoring the ------- manual is just as effective.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Step 1 – “Welcome to use”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to choose Hamburger mini-speaker, which is with high quality sound and used for PC.DIGITAL PLAYER, Ipod, GAME PLAYER AND DIGITAL MOBILE.  Please pay attention to manual before using, So that to Exert the best function and to avoid some unnecessary damnify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thoughtful introduction has me concerned about what will follow.  I knew that people who ignore manuals are destined to burn in hell, but I did not know I’d be damnified.  Whatever it is, it sounds painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Step 2- “Retractable resonator” close&lt;br /&gt;Each left hand and right hand hold on side of speaker front and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which left hand?  Ok, I have one speaker in my left hand, and I’m grasping the other speaker with my left foot.  Is that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Step 3&lt;br /&gt;Press toward to middle direction by hands lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it.  Translation - squish speakers but not too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Step 4&lt;br /&gt;Make front and back accord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front and back of speaker seem perfectly harmonious – no need for a peace accord. I will skip this step.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Step 5&lt;br /&gt;Left hold front of speaker to circumgyrate toward clockwise direction lightly, so speaker closes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am having a good time at a party I sometimes walk into a group of people who are dancing and circumgyrate.  This chaotic movement of my body often leads to people staring.  If I am near Leah, it usually ends with me stepping on her feet.  I’m skipping step 5 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6&lt;br /&gt;Put the two single speakers together by their magnetic force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Use the force, Tom.  It is the only way you will begin to appreciate your new speaker manual.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I’m already convinced that my days reading manuals are over (not that they ever officially began).  Fortunately, the “warnings” section at the end of the manual reminded me that charting your own course through the world of assembly and operation of new things is perfectly fine as long as you know the risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Warning 1 – Please do not throw the product into fire because this will cause personal injury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speakers are tiny.  The only way I could be personally injured is if I were to swallow one of them while it was on fire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Warning 2 – Please do not put the product in any damp or high-temperature areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this product being marketed in the Philippines?  We have two seasons: damp or hot.  Right now we are in high-temperature time, and next month we will shift to damp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Warning 3 – Please do not disassemble by yourselves to avoid electrical shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, make sure you have a professional circumgyrator by your side, so you will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Warning 4 – Please do not put product in easy reach of children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m convinced that the author read this on a medicine bottle, and it sounded good.  Children should stay away from everything, including mini-speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Warning 5 – Please do not insert anything conductive into the sound box body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good idea.  I think it's saying, "Don’t stick a fork into the electrical socket."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ripping the manual into little pieces, which caused me to sweat as if I were circumgyrating in a high-temperature area next to a fire made of mini-speaker manuals, I returned to my wild roots.  I plugged them in, turned them on, and listened to them, which would not have happened had I tried following the ------- manual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5417952392549803056?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5417952392549803056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/rtfm-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5417952392549803056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5417952392549803056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/rtfm-tom.html' title='RTFM - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1932998536096459901</id><published>2010-04-27T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:31:13.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to School Children - LEAH</title><content type='html'>This is a recent letter I wrote for the World Wise School Correspondence class room.  I correspond regularly with a group for 1st through 4th graders who are part of an after school program called SHINE.  They pose many great questions about my life in the Philippines.  Starting in September, the students will be participating in a pen-pal program with the elementary-age residents from my center.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINE student question:  How do you travel in the Philippines? By car? By train? By boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found travel in the Philippines to be easier than travel in America because there are many options for affordable public transportation, including jeepneys, trikes, busses and boats, and air planes.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Corps volunteers are not allowed to own a car.  That is one Peace Corps rule that I have to follow while I live in the Philippines as a Peace Corps volunteer.  I am ok with that rule, because of the many other travel options.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know of any steam engine trains, but there is a subway and rail train in Manila.  Manila is the capitol of the Philippines.  It is a big city with many people and cars.  The Peace Corps office is in Manila, so I have to go there sometimes.  When I am in the city, I ride the train because taxis are expensive and there is always traffic.  The fare for the train is 15 pesos (.30 cents in American currency).   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeepneys are one of the most popular types of transportation in the Philippines.  Jeepneys (picture 1399) are jeeps that were used during World War II.  After the war, people converted them into jeeps that can hold a lot of people by putting benches along the side. You can see the sideways seats in pictures 1454. If the road is bumpy, it helps to hold onto the bar on the ceiling. Passengers can knock a ring or something metal against the bar if they want the driver to stop.  Many jeepney owners decorate their jeepneys with bright colors, lights, and fabric (see picture 1398). My friend took picture 3653 because she is an Eagles fan.  The jeepney owner must be too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can flag a jeepney down anywhere along the road. You do not have to go to a station.  You can also tell where the jeepneys are going by reading the route on the side of the jeepney or the sign on the front.  I ride a jeepney to local food market and it costs 7 pesos ( or .15 cents) each way.  It is a 15 minute ride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes jeepneys are very crowded.  When new passengers get on, they hand their fare (bayad pronounced “by-ad”) to the person next to them.  The passengers keep passing the bayad down to the driver.  The driver hands back the change and you have to return it to the passenger. It is an honest payment system.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 2009-2010 New Year break, my husband and I met other Peace Corps volunteers in Banaue.  You can see our group in front of a jeepney in picture 5044.  I am on the far right and my husband, Tom, is the third person from the right. He is wearing a green shirt.  Do you see the racks on the roof?  I have seen many different items placed on the roofs of jeepneys for transport including long bamboo pieces, furniture, goats, pigs, heavy sacks of rice, even people (just sitting-not tied).    Jeepneys have become one symbol of Filipino culture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another option for traveling around town to places that are less than an hour away are trikes.  Trikes are motorcycles with buggy carts attached to the side.  Some side cars have roofs, some do not (Pictures 3299 and 1632).  Trike drivers roam around neighborhoods offering rides to the main roads.  My walk to the main road, where the buses and jeepneys are, takes 20 minutes.  If I need to get there faster, I ride in a trike and it only takes 5 minutes.   Trikes are a little more expensive.  It costs 30 pesos ( .60 cents) to get to the main road.  If I am not in a hurry, and it is not raining, I walk in order to save money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In picture 2006, you can see the view as if you were sitting inside a trike. Can you see the attached motorcycle?  Sometimes, small children ride on the center part of the motorcycle.  In picture 3302, you can see my five-year-old host brother (Into) riding on his uncle’s motor bike.  He was holding on tight!  Filipinos are not required by law to wear a helmet when riding motor cycles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I travel to places that are one or more hours away, I ride a bus.  There are many buses available.  I don’t have to go to a bus station to catch a bus.  I can stand on the side of the main road and flag down a bus that has a sign with the place that I want to go.  There are two bus options.  Some busses have air conditioning (called air-con here) and some do not.   The air-con busses are a little more expensive.  The non-air con busses are a lot like school busses in America (see picture 5511).  I ride an air-con bus to Manila and it takes four hours.  It costs 186 pesos (or 4 dollars).  In picture 1620, you can see a flooded road from the view of a bus window.  Last October, I was traveling to Manila during a typhoon (hurricane).  It had been raining for three days and the roads were very flooded.  You can also see a trike, out the window of the bus.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also travelled to Caba, Bagiuo, and Banaue by bus. All of those cities are on the island of Luzon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t live near water, but some of my volunteer friends do.  For some, the only way to their site is by boat!  There are over 7000 islands in the Philippines, so of course there are a lot of boats.  Big ferry boats can hold 400 passengers.  They usually transport people between larger islands with major cities.     The smaller boats (see photos) are called “bankas”, and hold less people.  The smaller boats are usually made of wood and bamboo.  The long bamboo pieces along the side help balance the boat.  Smaller boats are usually used for shorter distances between or around islands.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying to other islands is also an option.  The larger islands with a lot of people have air ports.  In March, I flew from Manila to the island of Bohol.  If I had taken a boat, it would have taken 48 hours.  Instead, the air plane ride was only 1 hour long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent travel adventure was with my work.  The residents,  staff and I went to the beach, two hours away, for an overnight vacation.  Because our center has a limited budget, we asked our city Mayor if we could use the city dump truck for transportation for 40+ kids.  He said yes, and let us use it for free!  I was shocked to see the residents ride in a dump truck (picture 7360, 7367)!! The kids had a great time riding in it.  Unlike America, the Philippines lacks laws about riding in an open vehicle without a seatbelt.  We also used our work jeepney (7357, 7362).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, travel safely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Peace Corps volunteer friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-1932998536096459901?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1932998536096459901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/letters-to-school-children-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1932998536096459901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1932998536096459901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/letters-to-school-children-leah.html' title='Letters to School Children - LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5786388802947533998</id><published>2010-04-26T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:35:45.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Update - LEAH</title><content type='html'>This is a podcast I created in December 2009, shortly after arriving at my work site.  It was created to inform sponsors, and a retired farmer in the United Kingdom with a visual impairment, who wanted to hear about our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say we have accomplished many of our short and mid-term goals through the help of grants, donations, and hard work. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerlightsmallv3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/q3my3q/RCHI_Gardenintro_Dec09.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/q3my3q/RCHI_Gardenintro_Dec09.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high"  width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerlightsmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5786388802947533998?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5786388802947533998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/project-update-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5786388802947533998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5786388802947533998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/project-update-leah.html' title='Project Update - LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8495150416780416100</id><published>2010-04-25T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:52:46.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 09 - March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDAA" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWLDAA"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWLDAA&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-8495150416780416100?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8495150416780416100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/dec-09-march-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8495150416780416100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8495150416780416100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/dec-09-march-2010.html' title='Dec 09 - March 2010'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-4140438518137950581</id><published>2010-04-15T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:06:01.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching on Top of a Volcano - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/S8fUGqjtlfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bd4juSi4QNk/s1600/taal_volcano-12189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/S8fUGqjtlfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bd4juSi4QNk/s320/taal_volcano-12189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460566284178396658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I taught teachers from Mindanao during an English Language Camp in Tagaytay City.  Tagaytay sits on the rim of Taal Volcano; most mornings the wind swept over the crater edge and carried clouds from the lake below into the classrooms of our camp.  The volunteers worked long hours here to facilitate lessons, and the experiences I have had will remain with me for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our camp, &lt;a href="http://www.asianews.it/news-en/Basilan:-death-toll-from-attack-carried-out-by-Abu-Sayyaf-rebels-rises-to-15-dead-18142.html"&gt;terrorists struck Isabela City&lt;/a&gt;, one of the towns where some of our participants teach.  The attack killed 15 people, and the attackers destroyed a Ministry of Education building and part of a high school.  At our camp, rumors flew from cell phone to cell phone on the day of the attack, and I saw the same fear and confusion on the faces of participants that I saw on the faces of people in Virginia Beach on September 11, 2001.  Amazingly though, the camp participants carried on with their class schedules and maintained enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hosted an after-hours yoga session during the camp, and one of my students approached me after class.  He told me a story of practicing yoga breathing exercises with his students while his school was being hit by mortar shells.  Trapped under fire in his school, he continued teaching to encourage calm amid chaos.  His story and many others highlighted the lengths many of the teachers here have gone to promote education in corners of world where ignorance and extremism have led to violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ending an exhausting week, and I am still curious about the lives of many of our participants.  When they leave tomorrow, where will they go?  What challenges will they face?  Will they put themselves in harms way?  Despite my concerns, I am encouraged by what has happened here; the American volunteers here have come to know Mindanao teachers and the teachers have come to know the volunteers.  We have started some friendships; we have shared ideas for how best to teach.  I can think of few better armies to stand against the violence that overshadowed our camp than the group of people that came here.  They spent a week on the edge of a volcano and many will return home erupting with the passion to teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-4140438518137950581?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4140438518137950581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaching-on-top-of-volcano-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4140438518137950581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4140438518137950581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaching-on-top-of-volcano-tom.html' title='Teaching on Top of a Volcano - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/S8fUGqjtlfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bd4juSi4QNk/s72-c/taal_volcano-12189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5483341753043701032</id><published>2010-04-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:12:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Mrs. Molodow's English Classes - TOM</title><content type='html'>Dear Class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Their-Eyes-Were-Watching-God/dp/0060931418"&gt;Their Eyes Were Watching God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while I was completing my undergraduate degree at James Madison University from 1997-2001.  The book remains one of my favorites, but I confess that I do not remember all of its details.  When Mrs. Molodow suggested that we try to connect themes in the book to life in the Philippines, though, I immediately thought of the character of Janie and the art of conversation.  I remember the wonderful insights she provided into the lives of the characters around her; I had never met anyone quite like her in other books.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to bring the Filipinos I have met into conversation with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TEWWG&lt;/span&gt;; I’m not sure if I’ve been wholly successful, but the podcasts below focus on some of the themes you are exploring with Mrs. Molodow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My research during college focused on the theme of migration in the book.  I remember Janie telling me that “you got tuh go there to know there,” and in some ways I suppose I am bearing out her belief in the potential for travel to lead us to self-realization.  I have travelled halfway around the world to be a Peace Corps volunteer in the Philippines, which seems crazy to me at times.  Sometimes it is not until I have done something like this - collecting the voices here – that I realize the full extent of the treasures surrounding me.  I hope you agree that, like Janie’s voice, the voices below can teach us something about the world we live in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably won’t be surprised to learn that the responses to the question on traveling to “distant horizons” are my favorite.  A big part of my job in the Philippines is to find out about horizons.  I find myself sitting on many porches having conversations with people - some like Janie, some not.  I will often ask the person sitting with me what the hopes and aspirations are for his or her community, so I can help them brainstorm project ideas that could bring those hopes and aspirations to fruition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find people with big gaping horizons full of hope for the Philippines and energy to continue the important work of addressing the most pressing issues here.  I also find people whose outlooks have been diminished by things like lack of education, health care or poverty.  I am often struck though that, despite how different we are, our hopes for the world often share a common horizon.  My favorite responses to the travel question are the final two voices; they capture the shared hope that we can be among free people and live with dignity, which I believe is at the heart of my decision to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices you are about to hear touch on aspects of life in the Philippines, but they also underscore the universality of human experience.  So much of what is said about the other topics - housing, clothing, children, marriage, and language could be fodder for Janie’s porch.  I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housing: &lt;font color="#333333" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/web/kmscvz/housing.mp3"&gt;Download this episode (right click and save)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children: &lt;font color="#333333" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/web/3m7df2/children.mp3"&gt;Download this episode (right click and save)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language: &lt;font color="#333333" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/web/mibf3s/language.mp3"&gt;Download this episode (right click and save)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: &lt;font color="#333333" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/web/8c9erw/clothing.mp3"&gt;Download this episode (right click and save)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage: &lt;font color="#333333" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/web/s8cva5/marriage.mp3"&gt;Download this episode (right click and save)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel: &lt;font color="#333333" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/web/t7tqu5/travel.mp3"&gt;Download this episode (right click and save)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5483341753043701032?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5483341753043701032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-mrs-molodows-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5483341753043701032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5483341753043701032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-mrs-molodows-english.html' title='An Open Letter to Mrs. Molodow&apos;s English Classes - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3999212849931642948</id><published>2010-03-25T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:45:31.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves of Grass - TOM</title><content type='html'>Volunteers often talk about how their experience seems to move at warp speed.  I spend my days wandering through my adventure noting all that is unique here, and by the end of the week I’ve noted hundreds of experiences that are unique.  I’m often left wondering what to share with friends and family.  The beauty of our experience here is found in moments, and it’s these collective moments that are trans formative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of a single week, moments jar my view of the place I’m living in.   On Friday night, in complete exhaustion, I’m often left to try to digest all that has happened and decide whether to try to pack it into in a blog entry.  This week, I’m going to try the Walt Whitman approach; I’m going to try to “lean and loaf at my ease [and observe] a spear of summer grass” without getting sunburned in the oppressive summer sun.  I’ll share all the moments I can capture from Monday through Wednesday, because these Monday through Wednesday experiences rarely make the blog.  The following are my leaves of grass for the first half of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday –&lt;br /&gt;We are finished with our move!  We are officially living on our own in the Philippines after six-months with host families.  We’re tired from spending the weekend cleaning and moving in, but we are ready to get back to work.  I observed Leah wrestling a giant jumping spider out of our house while I hid behind a door.  We are back at work today; hard work is one way I know to show the deep appreciation we have for all that our community has done to make us feel welcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my walk home from my classes, a professor stops to talk.  I rarely see him; I don’t know his name; and he teaches in a different college.  I tell him that we have moved in on his street.  He says, “Sure.  I knew that.  Please let me know if there is anything you need; we’re neighbors now.”  I take a few more steps thinking how invested random people are in our comfort and success here and how embarrassing it is when you can’t remember the dozens of people you are introduced to working at a large school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more steps my cell phone buzzes.  Leah’s message says, “I got the ‘Get Ur Good On’ grant!”  Leah has now applied for three grants, and she is 3 for 3 in making application and receiving grant monies for her quickly growing gardening project.  I go home and rush to the garden to spend the last hour of light with her residents.  To my surprise, many of the residents’ parents are working in the garden; some have traveled great distances to see their children graduate.  They have carried boxes of vegetables from the mountains as an offering of their appreciation to the center for helping to shelter and feed their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday – &lt;br /&gt;I’m meeting with my supervisor today, and we will talk about how much is actually happening at warp speed.  We now have a portfolio of project ideas that is in desperate need of being whittled down, but we are too excited about each of them to bring ourselves to strike any from our list.  Maybe next week we’ll bring ourselves to scratch one off, so we can keep our sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor invites me to a camping trip in the country on Friday.  We will go to her friend’s family farm.  We’ll pick mangoes, catch tilapia and eat huge meals.  I can’t wait; I haven’t had a 9,000 calorie meal in, let’s see, 12 hours… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interview a bunch of students and staff for a podcast I’m preparing to share with high school students in the United States.  I’m reminded of the value of conversation in learning English, and I commit myself to making more of my students speak English next semester through conversations on thought provoking topics.  My favorite response set so far is to the question, “What do you know about marriage in the United States?”  99% of my interviewees say “divorce!” and then laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m invited to give remarks for a graduation program at Leah’s center.  Instead, I show up and eat a huge meal before the graduates have to sprint from the dinner table to catch the jeepney on the way to graduation.  They are so late to their graduation that I don’t get to give my speech, but I get to see a duck attack a chicken, a chicken go to sleep in a tree, a child drink three cokes and two bottle of tang in 30 minutes, a chicken jump over a duck on its way to its roost, the same child from before taunt a pack of hungry dogs with a piece of food, a dog jump up on a table to eat food, a burning pile of garbage lifting burnt plastic from a gutter, an infant staring in wonder at one of the few white people it has seen in its new life, and the sun setting behind the Zambales mountains.  The shadows of the sunset reveal the heavy use these mountains undergo each day as the mountains in silhouette are dotted with the reds and oranges of illegal slash-and-burn fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;I’m grading final exams this morning.  Dogs barked all night last night, and Leah reached her limit around 3am and started barking back using several expletives and choice words for the dogs and their owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, one of the presidential candidates comes to campus.  The campus reaches a frenzy of cell phone cameras and screaming.  A goat that had been drinking from the college’s fountain nearly gets smashed by the candidate’s motorcade when it charges across the highway to escape the screaming crowd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m asked later to have my picture taken for the school yearbook.  When I arrive, my female coworkers are having make-up applied and their hair made up for the picture.  Having light skin tone is a big deal here, so the make-up artists do their magic, and the camera man makes sure to use a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I walk home to our new house, and have another opportunity to look out across the rice paddies toward the Zambales mountains.  Tonight the wind is ripping the leaves from the mango trees, and the whole scene is alive with movement.  I’m thinking that Whitman might have been right when he claimed that if we “stop this day and night...[we] shall possess the origin of all poems.” As long as the dogs don’t bark tonight and the giant spider living in our bathroom leaves me alone, I’ll know he was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3999212849931642948?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3999212849931642948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaves-of-grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3999212849931642948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3999212849931642948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaves-of-grass.html' title='Leaves of Grass - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8952193600467626109</id><published>2010-02-13T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:40:40.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Litoorahtoor - TOM</title><content type='html'>I teach a course at my college called Filipino Literature in English; my time in this class has been one of my great joys.  I’ve learned many of the nuances of Filipino culture by reading the faces of my students as they react to the stories and essays of Filipino writers.  I enjoy listening to my students debate some of the age old challenges of colonial influence, political corruption, and environmental degradation.  I particularly enjoy, however, the authors’ use of English.  I have encountered so many freewheeling uses of the language that I often am at a loss of how to explain or teach certain passages from our readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate the challenge, I will provide you with some phrases from ONE short story I recently taught.  I’ll provide the phrase in italics and my perceived definition below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insipid monotonies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in rush hour traffic in Manila&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cessation of tumult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the period after a heavy rain and before the farm animal noises return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;an alert vitality of the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;required mental capacity for avoiding taxis, jeepneys, holes in sidewalks, mystery puddles, animal stuff and street vendors in Manila &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the she quiet night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she is quiet at night (he can be quiet too maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a piquant perverseness which is sauce to charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is something R-rated in this phrase, but I’m not sure what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a slight convexity to thin throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens when you try to exercise and instead spend your time inhaling burning garbage and car exhaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desire to disturb the unvexed orthodoxy of her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugghh naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the prosaicalness of his errand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to describe the thoughtless act of going to a Sari-Sari store to buy the fifth sugar-laden snack of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the calm of capitulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the look on a pig’s face when it has been tied to a stick of bamboo, muzzled, and carried down the side of a mountain by a guy wearing flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;8 o’clock lugubriously tolled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what Leah hears on her morning alarm if I don’t wake her up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a recurrent awareness of irreplaceability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a symptom often felt by volunteers whose laptops are stolen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;indistinctive filigrees of flight and shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK class, what is your reaction to this passage?  Please write for five minutes.  You may begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-8952193600467626109?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8952193600467626109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/litoorahtoor-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8952193600467626109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8952193600467626109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/litoorahtoor-tom.html' title='Litoorahtoor - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2807717056222213434</id><published>2010-02-01T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:44:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a Bad Luck Mouse - TOM</title><content type='html'>I explained to my host mother that I had trapped it.  I recounted how in the middle of the night I had sprung into action with my headlamp; how I followed the beast until it leaped from the light into a glass-windowed closet; how I had slammed the door trapping it; how minutes later I was back in bed in a room free of wood chewing sounds.  I wanted to tell everyone that I would henceforth be known as “The Mouse Hunter.” I had proven myself with my 3am efforts to remove rodents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wanted my host mother to say something like, “Tom, what you did was heroic.  You clearly exhibited the skills of a hunter last night, and for that I present to you this Certificate of Acknowledgment.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would have said, “Awan ti problema. Siak ni Mouse Hunter.  Salamat po.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instead she said, “You know it is bad luck to kill a mouse in the Philippines?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“But I can’t let it out of the closet after a week of sleepless nights.  Mouse Hunters don’t let their catches go,” I plead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a spirit of cross-cultural cooperation, we discussed a compromise that involved buying a trap and letting me do the killing, protecting all others from the bad luck.  The one-ounce creature would have to place its curses squarely on my head as it squeaked its last squeak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two days passed, and no one bought a trap.  Instead, my wife and I were forced to watch in horror as the mouse ran circles behind the glass windows of its prison closet.  It chewed scraps of paper and endlessly scratched to escape.  It also apparently cast a series of mouse curses in my general direction that it hoped would lead to my demise as I stared at it through the glass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning I woke up, and the mouse was perched at the top of a hanging jacket.  It cleaned its face and hair with its front paws before running full speed toward the earth down one of the sleeves.  As it neared the end of the sleeve, it flung itself into the void in a suicidal plunge toward the bottom of the closet.  The impact made considerable noise but failed in its intended effect.  The mouse tested its suicidal plan several more times without success, and after this horrifying spectacle, I vowed to stop looking in the closet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two more sleep-filled nights passed, and the maximum life expectancy of a mouse deprived of water and food was reached.  I noticed that the mouse had stopped running behind the glass, which should have been a sign to search the closet.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A week later, however, I came home to find Leah standing next to the open closet wearing rubber gloves and a look on her face that said, “I can taste the rot smell.  Can you taste it Tom?”  I could taste it, and as my nostrils were simultaneously set on fire, I cried out with the pride of a hunter, “Good, I’m glad it’s finally dead.  Since I trapped it, can you dispose of the rotten corpse… sweetie?”  I didn’t wait around to hear her reply.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That night the sounds of mice filled the room again.  Leah woke at one point to the sound of a mouse “howling” in mourning.  I told her not to worry; the Mouse Hunter was on the job.  The next day, I went to the store where I was forced to buy the most sadistic device known to mouse trapping – the glue board.  That night I strategically placed four of them where I thought the mouse was most likely to run.  Within minutes, I celebrated my second kill when Leah told me that the glue board next to her side of the bed had a squirming mass of gray on it.  I took the glue board and tossed it out into the yard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later that night, mouse bad luck struck.  I awoke to a tingle on my neck.  The tingle spread up into my scalp until at once they became hot pokers of fire.  I jumped out of bed grabbing my headlamp.  For what seemed like an eternity, I tracked and killed a colony of red ants that had chewed giant welts into my back.  Leah, who had taken no part in the earlier killings, was left unharmed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The following morning we discovered that the ants were actually more interested in a rotting litter of baby mice decomposing under our bed than they were in us, but somehow they had found enough resources to attack me the night before.  I made a note in my hunting journal that the massacre of four baby mice had made a significant dent in our mouse problem but that the bad luck might now be real and irreversible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At this point in the story, I should have consulted my Peace Corps policy book, which states in Section 45, Part 9, Sub-part c that, “When facing bad luck from the killing of a mouse, volunteer shall under no circumstance kill more mice even if he or she has remained awake as the result of one or more of the following: chewing sounds at night, turds on tiles, biting of pillow case within one foot of a human ear, turds on pillows, destruction of candy sent from the United States, turds on clothing, the scampering of a mouse up a volunteer leg during a nightly trip to the bathroom, farm production of turds under bed, or shredding of all paper in the volunteer’s dwelling.  Volunteer shall face administrative separation if he or she is found to be involved in the use of glue boards, which violate the promotion peace between volunteers and their host community mice.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Instead of consulting my policy book, I read The Mouse Hunter Guidebook, which suggests a “shock and awe” or “surge” strategy when facing mouse bad luck, so last night when I heard a new mouse scurrying at the foot of my bed at 4am, I set aside my sworn oath to promote the cause of peace, threw the shredded remnants of my Peace Corps policy book in the direction of the sound, and vowed to surround my bed with a sea of glue boards.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today, as I prepared to implement my plan, I explained to my co-workers in my best Ilocano that, “Me go to store.  Me kill more mouse.  Buy mouse traps I will. Death equals sleep.”  One of the teachers nearby leaned over and offered the following advice:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;“You might want to look for a cat instead.  Killing mice in the Philippines is bad luck.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2807717056222213434?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2807717056222213434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/story-of-bad-luck-mouse-tom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2807717056222213434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2807717056222213434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/story-of-bad-luck-mouse-tom.html' title='The Story of a Bad Luck Mouse - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1426260509307884976</id><published>2010-01-18T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:50:05.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mixing Bowl - TOM</title><content type='html'>Halo-halo is my favorite dessert in the Philippines.  The word halo-halo translates as mix-mix because it contains ice, milk and any of a variety of other ingredients, all of which somehow complement one another well.  Black beans, tapioca, flan, chopped bananas, coconut and corn might seem strange together, but they actually create a delicious, cavity-creating medley.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix-mix also describes our site; the province of Tarlac is considered a mixing bowl of cultures in the Philippines.  On any given day, one will hear multiple languages spoken.  I try to tune my ear to the sounds of conversations in jeepneys and buses, but all I often hear is static as Filipino, Tagalog, English, Ilocano, Pangasinan and Kapampangan are mix-mixed into daily conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah and I are now trying to learn Tagalog in addition to the basic Ilocano we now speak, but we are each facing unique difficulties.  Everyone in my faculty workroom speaks English, so English and Tagalog are the common languages that people speak when native dialects do not suffice.  Leah’s young residents pepper her with Ilocano, but her staff holds meetings in Tagalog.  The temptation to fall into English is all around us, and we have to make a conscious effort to speak in Filipino dialects whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mix-mix also extends to food.  We eat dishes from all different origins, and we are always looking for ways to add dialects of delicious to our language repertoire.  Tarlac is primarily agricultural, so the food we eat is fresh and seasonal.  Right now, the mangoes are fattening on the trees, and a variety of vegetables from tomatoes to eggplant are becoming transitional staples as we head into the summer months of March, April and May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this mix-mix, I take heart that I can still travel ten minutes up the road for something that is constant.  The local Chowking always has halo-halo on the menu, and some days escaping the mix-mix with a halo-halo is just what I need to give my brain a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-1426260509307884976?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1426260509307884976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mixing-bowl-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1426260509307884976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1426260509307884976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-mixing-bowl-tom.html' title='In the Mixing Bowl - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8547675387822611933</id><published>2010-01-15T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:06:19.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training wheels are off! 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Months1-2 at our permanent site as PCVs'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3339800587538845463</id><published>2010-01-14T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:36:34.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>Leah and I have seen a marked increase in work-related activity in the first few weeks back from the holiday break.  We are enjoying getting to know those we are working with, and we are seeing some clear movement toward addressing some of the issues we are here to address with our counterparts at our sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our holiday break was wonderful.  We visited the rice terraces of Northern Luzon.  Walking around in the mountains with backpacks was exactly what we needed to burn off some of the massive calorie intake of the holiday season, and we enjoyed reuniting with many of the volunteers we trained with when we arrived last August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banaue_Rice_Terraces"&gt;Batad rice terraces&lt;/a&gt; were the most stunning part of our trip.  Looking out over the fruits of thousands of years of manual labor made me think of more than just thousands of smashed thumbs.  These rock placers remade these rugged mountains to serve them, and they maintained these magical strips of garden with the strength of their backs.  Walking along the paths that criss-cross the mountainside is a meditation on the force of human strength and ingenuity.  If I lived there, the constant stair climbing would be a curse, but for a weekend outing, it was sheer bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we are eagerly awaiting our first family visit.  My parents will arrive late next month, and Leah’s will join up with us in early March for an island hopping adventure in the Visayas.  Home seems so far away at times; when you get flight itineraries by email, however, home seems a lot closer.  I’m just glad I’m not the one making the 20+ hour trek to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, we will have a series of trainings to help us get up to speed on our Tagalog speaking and begin developing project designs.  We can’t wait to mold all the project ideas floating around in our heads into something tangible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we’ll continue to eye ripening mangos all around us and enjoy the cool Siberian breezes that will hang around for the next few weeks before the much-discussed summer months begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3339800587538845463?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3339800587538845463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3339800587538845463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3339800587538845463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-4840141803805616394</id><published>2010-01-11T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:13:46.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ongoing observations-LEAH</title><content type='html'>Cultural awareness was a large part of our training. My cultural facilitators, my fellow Peace Corps trainees, and I would discuss situations that occurred in our host families’ homes or in the community.  Now, at site, it is still an ongoing process, but it has become more individualized.  Just as I study the language, I also take in the silent language of Filipino culture. Each day that I improve my understanding of Filipinos, I feel as though I am integrating into my community a little more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some general observations and interesting differences we have noted during our cross-cultural experience.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans                                    Filipinos &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Americans eat 2-3x/day---           Filipinos eat 5x/day  &lt;br /&gt;Eat with knife and fork---          Eat with spoon (for cutting/tearing) and fork &lt;br /&gt;Eat with silverware---              Eat with hands (not everybody) &lt;br /&gt;Toilet paper---                     Tabo &lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic---                        Don’t always understand sarcasm  &lt;br /&gt;Direct---                           Smooth confrontation, indirect &lt;br /&gt;Uses one finger to point---         Use the whole hand to point&lt;br /&gt; and to motion someone to come over--- and uses a downward hand to motion &lt;br /&gt;Parents hold hands of children---   Parents hold wrists or elbows of children &lt;br /&gt;Elderly often move to nursing home---Elderly live with  family &lt;br /&gt;Divorce legal---                    Divorce illegal &lt;br /&gt;Pizza and spaghetti are meals---    Whole pizza is a snack, Spaghetti is a snack  &lt;br /&gt;Verbal communication---             Nonverbal communication (pointing to direction  &lt;br /&gt;                                      with puckered lips, staring at you with their &lt;br /&gt;                                      mouth in an “oh” shape when they want to you &lt;br /&gt;                                      repeat something, saying “yes” with the &lt;br /&gt;                                      raise of eyebrows &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;On-time---                          10 minutes late &lt;br /&gt;Dogs primarily inside/---           Dogs primarily outside/ &lt;br /&gt;bad dogs get canine school---         bad dogs get eaten &lt;br /&gt;Turn automobiles off while---       Leave automobiles on while &lt;br /&gt;filling with gasoline                 filling with gasoline &lt;br /&gt;Long-handled brooms---              Short-handled brooms &lt;br /&gt;Purchase food and household---      Purchase food and household &lt;br /&gt;  items in large quantities---           items in small quantities and often &lt;br /&gt;Avocado is guacamole---             Avocado is served as a desert with milk and &lt;br /&gt;                                      sugar &lt;br /&gt;Eat sweets---                       Eat A LOT of sweets (sweet spaghetti sauce, rice &lt;br /&gt;                                      with chocolate powder or sugar (kids), sweet&lt;br /&gt;                                      sticky rice snacks, etc) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Different term for the same thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator ----        Ref &lt;br /&gt;Thong underwear----      T-back &lt;br /&gt;Air conditioning----     Aircon &lt;br /&gt;Low battery----          Low bat &lt;br /&gt;Mc Donalds----           Mac Do &lt;br /&gt;Bathroom, restroom----   Comfort room (cr) &lt;br /&gt;Mud slides----           Road slips, wash out &lt;br /&gt;Nail clippers----        Nippers &lt;br /&gt;Paperback book----       Pocket book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-4840141803805616394?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4840141803805616394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/ongoing-observations-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4840141803805616394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4840141803805616394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/ongoing-observations-leah.html' title='Ongoing observations-LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7130471195521458309</id><published>2009-12-22T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:19:10.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions - TOM and LEAH</title><content type='html'>Here is a podcast that gives some glimpses of our lives as they shifted into the Peace Corps.  We hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" width="210" height="25" id="mp3playerlightsmallv3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/vjbxwg/transitionspodcastproject.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerlightsmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://tomsoundsoff.podbean.com/mf/play/vjbxwg/transitionspodcastproject.mp3&amp;autoStart=no" quality="high"  width="210" height="25" name="mp3playerlightsmallv3" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: #2DA274; text-decoration: none; border-bottom: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7130471195521458309?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7130471195521458309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/transitions-tom-and-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7130471195521458309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7130471195521458309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/transitions-tom-and-leah.html' title='Transitions - TOM and LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5956822922872400687</id><published>2009-12-20T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:39:06.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening, playing and inspiring youth-Leah     Plus an introduction video</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/Sy7wuwdpJ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HgHNFBGtTIQ/s1600-h/1+entrance+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417532087847167890 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/Sy7wuwdpJ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HgHNFBGtTIQ/s320/1+entrance+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is over and the real work has begun. We left the comforts of our language and cultural teachers, daily classes with PC volunteer friends, and close knit host families to move to our assigned sites in Camiling, Tarlac in central Luzon. On November 18th, we began our work as official Peace Corps volunteers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy getting acquainted with the residents and staff at my site. My center, RCHI, is a non-profit, non-government organization ( NGO) that opened its doors to four homeless children 29 years ago. It currently cares for 51 youth ages 8-20 who have been orphaned, abandoned, or neglected by their families. Residential homes, like RCHI, are very common in the Philippines. Three others are located within 30 minutes of RCHI. Children are removed from their homes by social services when families are unable to provide their children with basic living needs. Common diseases, such as tuberculosis and typhoid fever along with malnutrition have contributed to our population of orphans. Our center struggles to meet challenges that many young people face growing up in the Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of other organizations where PC volunteers work are centers for street children, sexually abused or trafficked women, disabled youth, pregnant women, community based centers dedicated to education and empowerment, and centers operated by the local government for children in conflict with the law. Each center implements programs and services with the goal of preparing disadvantaged children, youth, families and communities for independent living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 51 residents at RCHI attend nearby schools. A few of the residents are even in Tom’s English-language-proficiency college courses. Each resident has an international sponsor who pays for tuition costs and school materials. RCHI’s founding partner and board of trustees are located in the United Kingdom; therefore the majority of funding comes from UK based donors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the resident’s off-time at the center, they participate in sports games, life skills activities, art workshops, and more recently, gardening; I will assist with many of those activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often play flying saucer (Frisbee), volleyball and other sport-games, called two-base and Chinese jump, made up by the children. We will soon begin training for a large sports competition that many regional social welfare organizations will attend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life skills, such as goal setting, career development, self-esteem, nutrition, and general hygiene are also taught through activities and workshops at our center. Last Wednesday, my counterpart and I facilitated an activity titled “washing to prevent germs and worms.” It was a simple activity, and the goal was to alarm the residents into remembering to wash hands and body often because of the potential disease-causing germs and worms that lurk everywhere-especially in a country where toilet paper is not widely used. I think it worked, because later that day I found 10 of the residents passing around the nail clippers (nippers), cutting their nails short, hurriedly getting rid of potential territories for germs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main projects I will facilitate is the development of a sustainable organic gardening program. By sustainable, I mean that it should continue to thrive after my two-years of service are over. I hope the lessons and skills I share will become part of a curriculum and lifestyle that will benefit residents for years to come. RCHI owns 1200 square meters of land available for cultivation. There is a considerable amount of interest for a more developed program among the staff and residents, but budget and time limitations have prevented its growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCHI and I are in the beginning stages of planning, but many of the young people are already spending time in the garden working with plants. I currently see ampalaya (like a bitter cucumber), papaya, and hot pepper plants growing along with young mango and banana trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short terms goals include starting a compost program, completing the land preparation phase of the project, acquiring tools, and involving children in crop and site selection. My center would like to harvest enough vegetables to use in daily meal preparations, thereby reducing budget costs and increasing the resident’s access to fresh nutritious vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longer term goals include continuation of crop and site selection and planting, establishing a well, forming a partnership with the Tarlac College of Agriculture, and develop income generating livelihood projects using materials from the garden such as canning vegetables, making herbal soaps, and processing root crops for sale at markets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peace Corps says there’s no such thing as a perfect site. I feel fortunate that I am working in a garden every day, building relationships with young people, and hopefully inspiring some of our residents to commit themselves to some of the long term goals RCHI and I aspire to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-87ae9008990cb25b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87ae9008990cb25b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427263%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E12FA77F3DDCF98613369D2FEF63CD08BD8FA35.15E06309620CB7F0A646788206F2AAC56C319F5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87ae9008990cb25b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCer0iwl5eG97eLOw0DZADvwnj_k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87ae9008990cb25b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331427263%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E12FA77F3DDCF98613369D2FEF63CD08BD8FA35.15E06309620CB7F0A646788206F2AAC56C319F5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87ae9008990cb25b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCer0iwl5eG97eLOw0DZADvwnj_k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5956822922872400687?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5956822922872400687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/gardening-playing-and-inspiring-youth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5956822922872400687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5956822922872400687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/gardening-playing-and-inspiring-youth.html' title='Gardening, playing and inspiring youth-Leah     Plus an introduction video'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/Sy7wuwdpJ5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/HgHNFBGtTIQ/s72-c/1+entrance+sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5493642569465727676</id><published>2009-12-17T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:05:25.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Future - TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SyriPVz4sAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ED8nUwZoVus/s1600-h/IMG_4456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SyriPVz4sAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ED8nUwZoVus/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416390255047127042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SyriO2nLRkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sAL3pCICzyo/s1600-h/IMG_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SyriO2nLRkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sAL3pCICzyo/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416390246672320066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back in time this week.  Like Marty McFly in Back to the Future, I boarded vehicle and stepped back in time.  In my case, I traded a DeLorean DMC-12 for a Camiling municipal garbage truck full of students from my college.  Still, I plugged 30,000 years into the past, and I was transported around 11:00am, when I arrived in Dueg, a resettlement camp high the Zambales mountain range, and encountered my first Aeta tribesmen and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aeta are believed to have arrived when the Philippines formed a land bridge to mainland Asia, 30,000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To meet a group of people whose ancestry dates back approximately 30,000 years is a great privilege; to meet these same people with a group of students from my college was transformative.  I was the only American on a Christmas gift convoy to bring Christmas cheer to a community of people displaced by the 1992 eruption of Mt. Pinatubo, and I had no idea how strange and wonderful the day would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, I found the interactions between the native “upland” Filipinos and the “lowland” Filipinos unlike anything I’d seen in my life.  I had my junior anthropologist badge on as I walked, watched and listened.  I was filled with conflicting thoughts as I tried to apply my understanding of interactions between Native Americans and early settlers to those of the Filipino “uplanders” and “lowlanders”.  There was a novelty to the tribesmen and women that the students were unknowingly exploiting.  Students posed for cell phone pictures next to elderly black women with kinky hair who stood in the shade with bows and arrows.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome to South Africa, Sir Tom.  Take a picture!,” said one of my students as he posed next to an Aeta tribe member and smiled.  I stood dumbfounded fumbling with my camera wanting to refuse to partake in what I viewed as a kind of exploitation but also seeing a kind of innocence in my students’ eyes as they giddily reacted to these unique people in their midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the United States’ treatment of Native Americans, the Filipino government has been unable to meet the needs of the Aeta people on a number of levels.  As a result, the history of the Aeta is among the most tragic in the Philippines.  These nomadic people, said to be able to use a keen sense of smell to track their prey when hunting, require large tracts of forested land to hunt and forage.  These tracts have largely disappeared due to logging and “slash and burn” farming throughout the country.  Their isolation from mainstream society, coupled with other factors like loss of their traditional lifestyle has left the Aeta with a tragic life expectancy of 16.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve put up two pictures with this posting.  The first shows the precipitous decline in student enrollment as the grades progress at the Dueg elementary school, which I fear is a direct reflection of life expectancy.  The second is a picture I took of an upland student playing a game with a lowland student, and I think it is a reminder of the power of two people deciding to bridge history and physical appearance to become friends.  It is also a reminder that Christmas convoys come too infrequently to many people in the world, but when they do, they can inspire people to look back to the future where hope rests that native cultures can endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5493642569465727676?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5493642569465727676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-future-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5493642569465727676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5493642569465727676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-to-future-tom.html' title='Back to the Future - 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TOM</title><content type='html'>This is a general blog to let everyone know that we are doing well.  The threats from Typhoons have subsided, and the cooler winter days are warmly welcomed as we head into the last few weeks before Christmas.  Christmas decorations are going up everywhere; they are a mix of uniquely Asian blinking light stars and familiar Western lights and decorations celebrating the birth of Jesus and the arrival of Santa Clause.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah and I are settling into our work routines at our permanent sites.  Each day is different, and we often stop to listen to the silent dialogue running through our heads, “Is this really happening?  Am I really living on the other side of the world working closely with Filipinos?  How is this experience going to change me, and how is it going to change those I come in contact with?”  We were sitting in bed last night discussing how each day we seem to sink into Filipino culture a little more, and we were full of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During training, we were around other volunteers on a regular basis.  Here, we are in relative isolation, and our likelihood of seeing other volunteers or even other Americans, on a daily basis, is slim to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are aspects of our jobs that fill us with hope and inspiration; there are aspects that can drag us down from time to time.  Still, we return to the silent dialogue. “Yes, I am here.  I do have time.  I need to make the most of it and move beyond certain challenges.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is full unique events.  Here are a few from recent weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sworn-in as official volunteers by Hillary Clinton at the US Embassy in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in with a new host family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Thanksgiving in San Juan, La Union despite having no electricity.  The only part of the meal that resembled a “real” Thanksgiving” were the mashed potatoes with Cheeze Whiz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced to beating drums of a Samba group around a huge bonfire on the beach to celebrate a longboarding surf contest.  Afterwards, we watched fire dancers sling balls of fire to the beat of a battery powered boom box;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in a nippa hut for the first time and felt the sea breeze push through the slats of bamboo that surrounded us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I road light rail through Manila for the first time and was forced by security guards to open an early, “suspicious” Christmas present, fully wrapped, from Leah’s parents in front of hundreds of people;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah played “flying saucer” (Frisbee) with the young people at her center and marveled at their ability to dodge cow patties while chasing down passes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to go into Tarlac City to search for bikes.  Peace Corps provides us with money to purchase bikes and helmets, so we plan to take advantage of some of the beautiful country roads around our site;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new host family has been introducing us to new cuisine unique to our province.  Naimas!;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here laugh and smile when we use Ilocano, but we enjoy how speaking the language (even simple greetings) seems to bring us closer to our new neighbors; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I taught my first lessons with my counterpart and felt the potential of what we might accomplish together over the next two-years;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we played badminton with some of my co-workers.  The chorus was preparing for the upcoming Christmas program, so we were serenaded from a balcony above the court the entire match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying our second major transition from life as trainees to life as volunteers, and we are coming to appreciate how two-years can pass by awfully quickly when living abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-83317282633570657?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/83317282633570657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-update-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/83317282633570657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/83317282633570657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-update-tom.html' title='Life Update - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7467011916045193798</id><published>2009-11-18T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:47:08.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainee to Volunteer Transition - TOM</title><content type='html'>Today we leave for our permanent volunteer site after having sworn in as volunteers here in Manila.  We were sworn in by Hillary Clinton at the Embassy, which was neat.  I got to sit in the front row, and she shook my hand as she was coming off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for three-hours for the fifteen-minute speech and photo op and were quickly ushered out of the building afterwards, so she could attend a briefing.  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much of what we accomplish will be based on winning our own mental battles when progress doesn’t match the blurred pace of service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;I am hopeful for the future because of our experience here at our training site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a wonderful host family, and the community makes every effort to ensure our comfort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the past two months, we’ve had many opportunities to become closer to our family and community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last week, we cooked an American “shrimp and grits” dinner complete with a Southern rock mix CD which blared out into the darkness of the rice paddies late into the evening; we even washed the dishes at the end of the meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two months ago, our host family would have never permitted the “guests” to involve themselves so intimately in the workings of the family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, we are closer in many respects, still distant in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow night, the entire extended family is coming to the house for a going away gathering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lolo (granddad) and Lola (grandma) will be there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rudolpho and Capitana will be there - Into, Gretchen, June, Norry, Selia, Jessie and others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our host mother has lobbied unsuccessfully to keep us for the next two years, so now she has resigned herself to giving us a farewell with the whole family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has arranged for her husband to come home for the night, and I’m sure she will sweat for hours preparing another in the marathon of feasts we’ve eaten so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;I’m most looking forward to spending time with the family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe we’ll get to see Lola smoke a cigarette backwards, or Into will do his fruit salad dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gretchen will undoubtedly let loose one of her huge smiles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Capitana will probably tell jokes, and everyone will laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if we are fortunate, we will feel the thrill of being more than just guests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5749168171878362169?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Images jump out at me everywhere I go, and I want to fill gigabytes of hard drive space with the pixels of life here. When the bus that delivered us to our training site made its first stop, Leah and I saw through a bus window as a host father composed himself on the side of the road with a comb of his hair and a tuck of his shirt tail. He hurried inside a barangay hall to welcome one of our fellow trainees; his mannerisms spoke of the nervous anticipation that accompany introductions between people from different cultures, and I wish had had my camera out to capture it.&lt;br /&gt;       I did not have a camera when our host mother woke up a 2:45am to cook a grocery bag full of food (in our flooded, powerless house) for my bus trip to Manila. At 4a.m., she brought me a huge bag of food before leading me by flashlight to catch the bus. Maybe cameras can’t capture it all? Maybe they only begin to tell the stories?&lt;br /&gt;      The picture above captures one of the many “OMG!” moments since our arrival. When we visited our permanent volunteer site, we were welcomed by the serenading students below who followed us through the campus and sang a series of welcome songs in our honor. We fortunately had the camera out on this occasion to capture one of the thousands of dizzying images that have confronted us since our arrival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5046374924981054805?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5046374924981054805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-my-camera-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5046374924981054805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5046374924981054805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-my-camera-tom.html' title='Where&apos;s My Camera? - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SuK3CCLAMkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IFlh5kfMzIU/s72-c/13+seranaded+up+the+hallway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3143313800429606208</id><published>2009-10-24T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:59:50.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing, dancing and smiling - TOM</title><content type='html'>If national happiness is measured by the smiling, dancing and singing of its inhabitants, the Philippines is the happiest place on earth. Despite all of the troubles faced by the people here, they find reasons to find happiness in a smile, a dance or in a song in some of most difficult circumstances. I’ve seen dances by boys and girls in schools that lack the resources to provide textbooks. Every Filipino seems to be a singer regardless of class or circumstance; songs drift through the dusty speakers of videoke machines in every barangay. I’ve even seen smiles on the faces of people up to their necks in floodwaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have a tough day where I am questioning what I am doing here or whether I am making a difference, my spirits are lifted by the Filipinos I find squeezing happiness out of lives overripe from hardship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3143313800429606208?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3143313800429606208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/singing-dancing-and-smiling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3143313800429606208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3143313800429606208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/singing-dancing-and-smiling.html' title='Singing, dancing and smiling - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-2798266739790161493</id><published>2009-10-15T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:04:34.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Face is Aching with Joy - TOM</title><content type='html'>Leah and I are now at our permanent site following our Supervisor’s Conference. When we arrived, we visited the orphanage where Leah will work and the college where I will teach for the next two years. We were treated like celebrities upon our arrival. We were chauffeured from Manila in an official school vehicle, taken out to lunch, toured around our nearby town, given a welcome at the orphanage, serenaded by students at the college, praised by members of the college faculty and student body, asked to give remarks during a welcome program, and fed a giant “gluten free” buffet in our honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the entire event, the muscles in my face became fatigued from smiling. I now understand why celebrity paparazzi photos usually feature a straight-faced celebrity hiding behind sunglasses and under a hat; there is a physical limit to the amount of smiling a human can endure, and we reached it about an hour into our welcome visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed a change among the Filipino co-workers we have met. They are surprised that we are scheduled to stay here for two years, and the phrase “two-years” causes the nature of conversation to become more serious. We aren’t simply here for a visit; the welcomes will eventually fade. We are here to work. We will not be followed by serenading students as we arrive to work each day. We will know each other in new ways after two years, and the smiles that we strain to keep now will become mixed with other expressions as we begin to define our roles in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only here on site for two days for this initial visit, but we will shake dozens of hands, sketch maps of the area, begin relationships that we hope will grow, and muscle up more smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-2798266739790161493?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2798266739790161493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-face-is-aching-with-joy-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2798266739790161493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/2798266739790161493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-face-is-aching-with-joy-tom.html' title='My Face is Aching with Joy - 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TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am at my Supervisor’s Conference now, and the following journal entries are from my last few days at my training site.  I had quite an ordeal while Leah was on a field trip to Manila.  Fortunately, my host family and I are safe, and with the exception of a damaged rice crop and a dead goat, there was no major structural damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 -  Typhoon Pepeng (drifting slowly backwards toward my town) – SIGNAL 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is everywhere.  It is dripping down the walls, misting the rooms of our house, and slamming itself relentlessly onto our tin roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host father arrived yesterday for one of the six-day “rests” that break up his three-month work stints.  Unfortunately, he and everyone else in our house could not sleep in the last twenty-four hours due the pounding rain.  My host brother left this afternoon to try to get some sleep at another family member’s house.  I tracked down two overused ear plugs last night, but the sound of rain claws at them relentlessly.  Every fifteen minutes, another downpour will creep into my skull and rattle me awake.  Imagine someone standing next to your bed shaking a tambourine all night, and you start to understand rain here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2 – Typhoon Pepeng (still drifting… toward us) – SIGNAL 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of my eight hours in bed today, I lost one of my coveted ear plugs, and I am now trying to gather the courage to venture into the lizard turd forest under my bed in an effort to locate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changes in the rain.  Mats, clothing, and rags are strewn in every room to catch roof leaks that drip at varying speeds.  My room has two puddles, so I have moved everything off the floor, but everything is still damp from the spray that filters into the house with each gust.  My bedding is damp, but I keep my electric fan on its highest speed to mask how wet it really is.  My windows conveniently face the storm winds, so the slat in the windows occasionally spit water across the room when big gusts barrel across the rice paddies and into the side of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we have electricity, so I can plug in and watch movies at full volume.  I still have to cup my ears at times to hear the actors’ voices, but movies carry me away from the increasingly tortuous noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a blizzard in the United States, rain confines people to their homes as streets become creeks, creeks become rivers, and rivers become torrents.  Inside our host family’s home, we smile and glance at the ceiling, but we never speak.  The sound of the rain on the corrugated tin roof makes conversation impossible.  Instead, we occupy ourselves in different ways.  We massacre the mosquitoes with an electrified racquet.  We crank the TV volume and watch endless weather forecasts and soap operas.  We keep smiling even though the sound of the rain is slowly driving us crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typhoon Pepeng will make an astonishing third landfall near our home in the next day as it continues to relentlessly drift around the South China Sea.  I have enjoyed the surf.    Last weekend I went surfing during Pepeng’s first landfall; the river mouth near the surf break pumped brown water into the surf zone; I knew I needed to go when I paddled into a used diaper.  Used diapers are just a speck in the sea of garbage that makes its way toward the sea when in this kind of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3 – Pepeng Go AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never say this again during the next two years of work in a hot, sweaty Filipino classroom, but I am saying it now - “I wish the baking tropical sun would rise tomorrow and start drying us out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm is now just north of us.  We have no electricity, and the ocean is flooding within a quarter mile of our house.  My host mother keeps saying “It’s OK.” But people are evacuating to higher ground; livestock is drowning, or succumbing to hypothermia; and five children were swept out to sea in the town just to the north of us.  We are in the middle of a growing disaster, but everyone around me is still smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cemetery gave way this afternoon, and a landslide of caskets and tombstones covered the highway.  Rumors are circulating that bridges have been washed out along the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is eating drowned livestock and milkfish (a fish that washed up in abundance from the rivers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed is soaked, and everything smells like mildew, but the storm is supposed to clear out later today, and the drying can begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7458270850577866623?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7458270850577866623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7458270850577866623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7458270850577866623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-tom.html' title='Rain - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-6208541942530558350</id><published>2009-10-11T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:05:32.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatherings, storms, and more gatherings  - LEAH</title><content type='html'>We have very active host families.  They are constantly planning events for us and we love it!  So far nothing has disrupted the scheduled events - not even a super typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my birthday the night super typhoon Pepeng impacted our region.  I will be attending a conference during by birthday week, so my host mother insisted that we celebrate early, on October 3rd.  “Your birthday minus 10 party” she said to me. Nordy, Gretchen and I spent the stormy day preparing food for the party.  In the Filipino culture, it is customary for the birthday person to cook food for the friends or co-workers who will join in the birthday celebrations.  Tom offered to help, but he was told that it was “babai work only” (women’s work only). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to prepare some of my favorite Filipino dishes including boiled vegetables and tilapia, sticky rice rolled in banana leaves, and a tasty komote  (a root vegetable) dish.  Amazingly, we were able to cook everything without power.  We used a propane gas stove and an open fire.  That day, the high winds caused a power outage, took the tin roof off the chicken coup, and flattened the ripening rice fields, but the show still went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power came back on just as it was getting dark and before the party was to start.  I watched the flashlights of the arriving guests bob in the distance as my friends balanced themselves on the narrow, muddy paths that led them to my house located in the middle of the rice fields.  After they dried off, we dinned, laughed, and partook in one of the Filipinos favorite activity, chicka-chicka, (chit-chatty gossip).  The group made a break for home when the wind and rain subsided, but I still saw a few umbrellas turn inside out.  It was a memorable birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous Saturday was spent at a local fishing hole.  The host-families organized a day of fishing and eating.  We caught small tilapia using home-made bamboo fishing rods.  The local children gathered around us curious to know more about who we were and where we were from.  You can find me in the photos by my large hat.  My host mom gave it to me and insisted I wear it for sun protection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After grilling our catch, the tables were set with delicious side dishes the families had prepared in advance.  We used tree rings of a large banana tree trunk as plates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is just the volunteers that get together.  We have our scheduled hang-out session on Saturday nights from 7-10 pm at one of the volunteer’s host-homes.  We call it our high school hang out night because each volunteer is escorted by one of their host-parents.   The host-parents hang out in one room, while the volunteers hang out in another.  The host parent supplies soda drinks and delicious Filipino snacks.   At 10 o’clock, our host-parents escort us home.   We live in a safe town, but our host-parents insist on escorting us for our safety, and I appreciate that. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our local surf spot is only an hour away. We take any opportunity to go there for a few hours of surf and sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel fortunate to live in a close-knit community and to have caring host-families.  We have been told that some host-families are not as involved as ours have been.  It has been a busy few weeks, but we have created relationships and memories that will last for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-6208541942530558350?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6208541942530558350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/gatherings-storms-and-more-gatherings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6208541942530558350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6208541942530558350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/gatherings-storms-and-more-gatherings.html' title='Gatherings, storms, and more gatherings  - LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-3135648972979790876</id><published>2009-10-11T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:02:54.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The learning continues - LEAH</title><content type='html'>Week 7 already! Life is picking up pace as I advance in my understanding of the Ilokano language and as I continue technical training.  My daily schedule is still the same but more and more is expected of me each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After six weeks of language training, my community insists that I use the language more often.  Just today, my host mom declared “Ilokano laeng, awan ti English”  (Ilokano only, no English).  It is the same outside of my home; the market vendors who I walk by often stop me and ask me to talk with them using my new Ilokano words.  I can also confidently demand the correct change from the bus drivers who try to short my return change.  It is tiring, and I have days where I struggle with the language, but overall I am making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical training has also been very encouraging.  Initially I was apprehensive. I lacked a background in social work.  Three of my four cluster mates have degrees and experience in social work.  I was quickly reassured, however, that I have a lot to offer as a youth and family teacher and advisor. The  CYF sector is the most broad in terms of job descriptions.  So far, we have discussed approaches to take when implementing sustainable community projects, ideas for teaching basic literacy, and techniques for implementing life skills activities.  What I will actually do at site will depend on the center, its needs, the staff and residents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My permanent site will be announced next week.  Peace Corps staff has been working to find positions for us based on our skills, our interests, and our personalities.  They have interviewed each volunteer multiple times.  I have been asked about my preference on a rural versus urban location, hand-on versus hands-off supervisor, younger or older population, etc.  Rehabilitation centers throughout the Philippines request Peace Corps volunteers.   Peace Corps attempts to find the best match for both the volunteer and center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also continue to integrate into my local community by attending events, collaborating with other volunteers on community-based projects, and visiting the open-aired market.  Such activities help me to learn more about the Filipino people and their culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-3135648972979790876?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3135648972979790876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-continues-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3135648972979790876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/3135648972979790876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-continues-leah.html' title='The learning continues - LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8752363007621484536</id><published>2009-09-30T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:47:43.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Corps Training - Weeks 1-6 Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWL-4" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWL-4"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWL-4&amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-8752363007621484536?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8752363007621484536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/peace-corps-training-weeks-1-6-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8752363007621484536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8752363007621484536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/peace-corps-training-weeks-1-6-pics.html' title='Peace Corps Training - Weeks 1-6 Pics'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8359068429725466413</id><published>2009-09-24T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:07:36.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An outing to a farm-Leah</title><content type='html'>Pictures uploaded.  All pictures have captions if you chose the “view larger picture” link.  Captions are on the right side of each picture page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I was in my room studying when my host mom asked if I wanted to take a trip to her mother’s farm.  Farm in the mountains? She didn’t have to ask me twice!  She knows that I am interested in plants and food crops, so she planned for her brother to take us on his trike to her mother’s property about 3 miles away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was away at a conference.  My host mother, brother , aunt and uncle piled onto the trike and hit the open road.  As a side note, Peace Corps volunteers are not allowed to ride on motorcycles, but riding in trike buggies is OK.  Trikes are extremely convenient and inexpensive, but I can’t argue that they are much safer than motorcycles when driven on the main roads.  The side buggies are usually covered and they are great to use around town when raining.  They aren’t fast-the max speed is usually 35 miles an hour.  They clutter the main National Highway; frustrated bus drivers maneuver their over filled busses around them.  On Sunday, we rode on the main highway for about a mile.  My four year-old host brother was propped on the front of the bike.  He liked to put his hands in the air-roller coaster style- but my host mother scolded him, multiple times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became happier and happier as we climbed deeper into the hills.  The brilliant green-yellow rice fields created a patchwork in the nooks between mountains.  The rice will be ready for harvest in late October and my host mother has invited me to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, rice was the main crop on her mother’s property.  The caretaker guided us to a distant hill and we begun our climb.  Plugged into the weedy hillside were stands of banana and papaya and vines that are said to help with “high blood [pressure]”.  We reached an expansive stand of comote at the very top of the hill.  Comote is a root crop.  I have never seen it in the US and I am still trying to figure out the English name given to the root vegetable.  We pulled some up to bring home.  Since then my host mother has used it in a variety of ways.  She boiled the peeled root and then grinded it into a fine flour-like powder.  She re-wet the powder and stirred in a small amount of margarine (coconut oil based-no cholesterol she says), a small amount of sugar, and made patties that she served as a marienda (snack).  They were delicious.  One night she also sliced the boiled camote into thin slices and mixed it with pork and a banana catsup sauce.  You can also simply boil and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the excursion and learning more about the foods that we often eat.  I hope I remember the how to cook the delicious dishes in order to share them with my family and friends when I return home.  Until then, happy harvesting and eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-8359068429725466413?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8359068429725466413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/outing-to-farm-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8359068429725466413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8359068429725466413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/outing-to-farm-leah.html' title='An outing to a farm-Leah'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7734809461520539063</id><published>2009-09-24T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:04:45.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Superstitious - LEAH</title><content type='html'>I’m killing time because my host mother won’t let me take a shower for the next 30 minutes. She is not a mean lady, she is only trying to protect my health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my morning ironing our clothes.  Filipinos don’t slack on ironing; I observe creases on the sleeves of t-shirts.  As “white Americans” in a small town, Tom and I try to do anything we can do to avoid stares or avenues for comments about our ways, so we take the time to iron most of our line-dried clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible not to sweat in the Philippines and ironing makes me sweat 10 times more.  Ready to cool down, I headed to the bathroom with my soap and towel in tow.  Suddenly, my host mother blocked the door way and said “no shower for 30 minutes –don’t even wash your hands.”  Ummmmm…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;staring&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar scene occurred the other week after I returned from a run, quickly went to take a shower and she blockaded the bathroom door.  Not knowing what to do, I embarrassingly sat down to dinner sweaty and salty.  That had been evening full language barriers, as she explained the superstition in her native language that I still struggled with.  Today, I was determined to understand her reasoning.   “OK I won’t, but why?” I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew, from the other night that I didn’t get it, so she held my hand and pointed to the slightly  raised veins on the back of my hand.  “See,” she said, “big.” “You have to cool-bad to cool to fast in cold shower.” Oh, I get it now-kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health superstitions are very common in Filipino culture.  Another practice is to rest 20 minutes before and after eating to avoid illness.  Precautious parents tuck towels down the backs of their children’s shirts to absorb sweat.  The belief is that wearing a sweaty shirt will cause pneumonia.  Consequently, they do a lot of laundry here.    You may notice the towels in some of my pictures.  Going to bed with wet hair can also make you sick.  The Heimlich maneuver is an unfamiliar term.  Instead, the technique for dislodging fish bones is shoving a ball off sticky rice down your throat.  The “aqino” bill, the 500 peso bill, has a picture of Benigno Aquino Jr in the middle.  In the picture he is resting his chin on his fist.  The act of using that pose is considered unlucky because Mr. Aquino was assonated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, as long as it is not a life or death situation, I go with the flow and agree to their beliefs. After all, it is part of the experience.  I want to stay healthy for the 26 months of service I have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7734809461520539063?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7734809461520539063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-superstitious-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7734809461520539063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7734809461520539063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-superstitious-leah.html' title='Very Superstitious - LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-9057240585469231449</id><published>2009-09-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:54:49.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs - TOM</title><content type='html'>I have not found an occasion yet where bugs weren't part of my new life in the Philippines.  If it rains for a few days, we get bugs that come out after it rains.  If it stays dry for a few days (which it rarely has), we get bugs that come out when it is dry.   During dinner, bugs fly behind my glasses and flutter in my eyes as I try to shovel rice (which sometimes includes a few living bugs) into my mouth.  After dinner, bugs get churned up in our fan and are splattered on the outside of our mosquito net by the next morning.  I have varying degrees of fear depending on the bug and its potential to cause me itching or pain.  Midnight bugs are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On malaria Monday, I take my malaria pill with dinner, and around 2am, I wake up from a malaria-induced nightmare (which usually involves going to the bathroom only to be surrounded and eaten by hungry, giant cockroaches.  I stare up through my mosquito net for a few seconds trying to negotiate with the urine that demands to be let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't make me pee," I say.&lt;br /&gt;"You must," my body says.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't.  I'm too dizzy from malaria pills," I plead.&lt;br /&gt;"You have no choice.  Get up," my body replies.&lt;br /&gt;"I just dreamt that I was being eaten by giant bugs.  I want to stay in the comfort of my mosquito net," I beg.&lt;br /&gt;"Get up now!" my body yells.&lt;br /&gt;"But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumble out of bed.  I search for my flip-flops because a bare-footed bathroom experience is never adviseable.  My drawn out debate with myself has left me in a rush.  I bounce off walls out into the hallway, and as I approach the darkness of the bathroom, I enter the man-eating cockroach, malaria nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flip the switch; I step up to the toilet; and I try to focus through my malarial daze.  The roaches come into focus - brown blobs against the concrete walls.  I'm usually surrounded by about five or six cockroaches of varying size (2-3 inches).  The trick is to keep all of them in your line of sight because they bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any quick movements can turn a routine trip to the toilet into a National Geographic special.  Sometimes they scurry.  Sometimes they are having sex.  Sometimes they crouch.  Sometimes they move their antennae around like they are trying to decide which part of my body to bite into first.  They are always working together to freak me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, I would have gone to war with the roaches, but here I am out numbered and outgunned.  A smack from my flip flop would only create a roach stampede.  I consider myself lucky though because I'm not living with the trainees down the road that are contending with giant spiders that have taken up residence in dark corners of their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the choice, I think I'd rather be eaten by cockroaches than sucked dry by spiders.  Regardless, bugs here reign supreme, and I'm slowly coming to accept them as a prominent part of life here in the tropics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-9057240585469231449?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9057240585469231449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/bugs-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/9057240585469231449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/9057240585469231449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/bugs-tom.html' title='Bugs - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-4975911757948298617</id><published>2009-09-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:13:37.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Typical Day as a Trainee - LEAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SrQ9T4EyRYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/H98jC1O3Xqo/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382994866293851522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SrQ9T4EyRYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/H98jC1O3Xqo/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently completed an activity where I had to explain a typical day as a Peace Corps trainee to a group. During my presentation, I left out the details. For you, I’ll share a day in the Filipino life of Leah-details included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day-to-day activities and responsibilities have been fairly scheduled since arriving at our training site three weeks ago. In the month leading up to our departure for the Philippines, a daily agenda was impossible to create and follow; preparing to live abroad for two years required attention to many different time-consuming details. My daily Peace Corps language and technical training schedule comes as a relief as I learn to live with a new family, in a new community, in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45 - The best time for exercise is during the cool hours of the early morning. Luckily our room has enough floor space that we can both practice yoga at the same time. My host family likes to say “you do yoga exercise for sexiness.” So, I get my sexiness on before breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - Breakfast (pictures posted) is a fun time to practice vocabulary with our host family. My host mother wakes up at 4:30 am in order to prepare breakfast for the family and a box lunch for Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I study while Tom takes his bucket bath. He leaves for school an hour before I do because he takes a bus to his training site one town away. Our bathroom is a small room with cement walls and flooring. The bucket and toilet are side-by side and in the corner is the drain hole that allows our shower water to drain into the back yard. I have mastered the bucket bath technique. Wasting water is my pet-peeve, so bucket baths make me happy. I fill a large 15 gallon bucket from the knee-high spigot and use a smaller bucket to gather and pour the wash water. The first pour is always the coldest. I’ve proudly gotten my technique down to about (5) 2 gallon bucket pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t stand in the big bucket. That water has to remain clean because we also use it in place of toilet paper. Toilet paper clogs septic systems. A “tako” is also called a dipper. It is a quart-size bucket with a handle. Yes, we use water, not toilet paper, to cleanse ourselves “down there” after using the bathroom. It feels like a very primal procedure, but it is practiced throughout the Philippines. I never see toilet paper in public bathrooms-just a bucket of water and a dipper. If you use your own tp, you have to throw it away in a trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50 - I have a ten minute deliberate and meditative walk out of the rice fields. As you can see in the pictures, the pathways between rice beds are narrow. I have to be careful not to look up or else I may fall into the sunken beds that hold rainwater for the thirsty rice plants. I enjoy the quiet time which is hard to come by these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00-11:30 – My cluster of 5 Peace Corps trainees meet for Ilokano language training Monday through Friday. We have the best language trainer. His name is Paul. He is very patient with us and helps us translate all the different phrases we hear while we are out in our community. Yesterday, he broke down and gave us the list of slang/cuss words. I hope that doesn’t mean that I will understand more of what I hear now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30-12:45 - Since I live so close to our school, I walk home to eat lunch and rest with my host mom, sister, and brother. I am finishing this post from earlier this morning, and again, as I write, my family is still at it on the videoke machine. “Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind…” Did I mention that our home doesn’t have a ceiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00-5:00 – We have our technical training in the afternoons. Our technical and cultural facilitator, Amelyn, is a fantastic instructor. She has taught us the ins and outs of the Philippines social welfare system and the various organizations that provide housing and assistance to children and youth in especially difficult circumstances (CYEDC). On Saturdays, we visit with CYEDC at a local rehabilitation center. During that time, we apply what we learned during the week. This Saturday, for example, we will teach literacy to a group of residents at the center. Teaching literacy may or may not be one of my responsibilities at my permanent site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00- 6:30 – This time is usually spent relaxing or taking care of household chores. Yesterday, Tom and washed and hung our laundry. Gretchen, our sweet host sister, graciously helped us. Thanks to her it only took us and hour and 15 minutes. Other times, we nap or hang out in the kitchen and watch our host mom cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us eat dinner together. Often, Tom and I practice the new phrases and vocabulary we learned in Ilokano class that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 8:00 we are ready for bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where I need to be, sitting through instruction, and returning from school to home-cooked meals has been helpful during this transition. Don’t think it is that easy though; the schedule only fills part of my day. What goes on before and after school hours is what makes life even more interesting. For example, as I write this at 6:40 am, my host mother is serenading the family on the videoke machine. She is practicing for her 10-year anniversary party tomorrow night. Videoke is very popular here. I tried it once, but they haven’t invited me back to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am embracing each experience and slowing getting to know life in a new place, one busy day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-4975911757948298617?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4975911757948298617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/typical-day-as-trainee-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4975911757948298617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/4975911757948298617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/typical-day-as-trainee-leah.html' title='A Typical Day as a Trainee - LEAH'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SrQ9T4EyRYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/H98jC1O3Xqo/s72-c/IMG_3104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8210812416067288345</id><published>2009-09-17T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:09:30.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Honor - TOM</title><content type='html'>The Country Director for the Peace Corps is coming to our host family's wedding anniversary party on Friday night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host mother is so excited that she woke up at four this morning to begin preparations.  The house has been transformed to maximize floor space.   Leah and I have memorized an Ilokano prayer song to bless the food, and the videoke practice started at 6am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, the goats are beginning to watch their baaaaaaahhhhhcks; ok, I know that was cheesy.  I haven't decided whether I want to involve myself in preparing the goat dinner tomorrow night, but I have an open invitation to the slaughter.  When I'm invited to kill an animal for a meal, I feel so far away from the frozen food section of the Virginia Beach Harris Teeter grocery store.  If I end up killing a goat tomorrow, I'll definitely post some details (and pictures, of course) next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-8210812416067288345?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8210812416067288345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-honor-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8210812416067288345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8210812416067288345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-honor-tom.html' title='Big Honor - TOM'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-5467979542381701833</id><published>2009-09-16T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:01:21.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acronym Mania</title><content type='html'>Filipinos love acronyms.  Everyone, including the Peace Corps, seems to be obsessed with creating acronyms.  Right now, we are PCTs being monitored by LCFs and TCFs.  If PST goes well, we'll begin working as PCVs.  As PCVs, we'll be working under supervision of the CD and other acronymed individuals.  You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun what will be an ongoing project to find the "biggest stretch" acronym in the Philippines.  On the bus ride to training yesterday, I found the first one to fall into the highly questionable column.  The neatly painted acronym is prominently displayed on a wall near my baranguay.  It reads, "Continuing Local Initiatives and Yonder for the Development of the Environment" (CLYDE).  This morning, I even saw a man wearing a CLYDE t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any acronym with "yonder" will definitely makes list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5467979542381701833?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5467979542381701833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/acronym-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5467979542381701833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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training is coming along.  We are beginning to form sentences, and we make every effort to use it around our host family’s house.  The language is challenging because the sentence structures are different than English sentence structures.  Instead of “I see Spot run,” you say “Run Spot I see.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently spent some time reviewing vocabulary with our host brother, who just finished kindergarten.  I enjoyed studying with him because he said “corrrrrect!” after everything I said, even when it was clearly wrong.  Young people are great for language learning because they love to talk, and they don’t seem to care if you say, “My name is Tom.  What is your name?” fifteen times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After helping me with verbs, we moved to nouns.  I wanted to thank my host mother for repairing my broken umbrella, and when I held up my umbrella to ask the word for it, Into whispered burris.  I now know that an umbrella is payon, not burris, but I had to learn the hard way.  As my host mother and cousin were setting the table, I asked, “Who fixed my diarrhea?  I want to thank you for fixing my diarrhea.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence that followed, I knew that something had been lost in translation.  Had I mispronounced something?  Why wouldn’t they be happy to take credit for fixing my diarrhea?  The puzzled look on their faces did not go away until my host brother erupted in laughter.  He screamed “Saan burris, payon!!” (Not diarrhea, umbrella!)  Some vocabulary words don’t require flashcards to commit to memory, just a little embarrassment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7770748411631741880?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7770748411631741880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-fixed-my-diarrhea-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7770748411631741880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7770748411631741880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-fixed-my-diarrhea-tom.html' title='Who Fixed My Diarrhea? - Tom'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-7241942667445648856</id><published>2009-09-14T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:51:27.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport eating - Leah</title><content type='html'>Sport eating, as Tom calls it, has its repercussions.  Between the two of us, I seem to be the team player who is penalized the most.  This morning I found myself on the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;Let me first say that one becomes very comfortable with sharing stories of their bodily functions among their fellow Peace Corps volunteers.  We care about our new friends, and we support them in any way that we can.   I’ll share my story with you, so if you visit you’ll know that calling a timeout and reaching out for support is a crucial link in surviving sport eating in the Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adhering to a gluten-free diet has not been a challenge.  Two of the first phrases I learned were  “I cannot eat flour, rye, oats and barley. (and) I am allergic” (Saan ak nga mangan ti flour, rye, oats, ken barley.  Allergic ak.)  My host mother is a fantastic cook, and she makes sure that we have vegetables twice if not three times a day.  Rice is served with every meal here-3+ times a day.  We also get to try exotic foods.  Last night I tried pork and papaya stir fry with a sauce made of pig blood, vinegar, salt and pepper (see food photos). My favorite mariendas (snacks) are ‘suman.’ Suman are flavored sticky rice wrapped in a coconut or banana leaf.  She avoids serving cakes and noodles for desert, since I cannot enjoy them; tasty sweet bananas are our typical after-dinner treat.  I am not sure what food is affecting my game plan, but something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually been sidelined for a week-unable to eliminate.  This morning, after a long yoga session, a hearty breakfast, and a big cup of joe, I was ready.  I walked to my bathroom to find my host sister attempting to unclog the only toilet in the house.  In the two weeks we have been here, a clogged toilet has never been a problem.  I turned to Tom, and with my eyes only explained “this cannot be.”  I had been defeated.  I thought about digging a hole outside-camping style- but there wouldn’t have been much privacy in the rice patties that surround our house.  That is when I called on my teammate-my language training teacher.  At 7:00 am, he was more than happy to share his bathroom with me. By the way, he told me, he had finished his business.  Like I said, we are not shy about some things.  He lives 353 steps away from me.  I know, because counting and concentrating on each step was the only way I could make a clean break from point A to B.  Fortunately, the neighbor decided to strike-up his videoke machine (yes-at 7:00 am) as I sat down in the open-aired CR (comfort room).  As usual, things worked out and I am happy to be back in the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7241942667445648856?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7241942667445648856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/sport-eating-leah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7241942667445648856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7241942667445648856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/sport-eating-leah.html' title='Sport eating - Leah'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-4668969848266176470</id><published>2009-09-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:10:37.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport Eating-Tom</title><content type='html'>With all the varied foods here, each meal is more like a sporting event than a meal.  Last week, I bit into a fried plantain only to find out it was a slice of fried pig fat.  Being the accomplished eater that I have become, I quickly scooped a big spoonful of rice and shoveled it in to help dilute the taste of the plantain-turned-fatty-chew-toy.  I earned points for a) not vomiting and b) acting swiftly to add rice.  Another strategy involves ketchup usage.  I always have a dab of ketchup placed on my plate for any new surprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us has reached championship level eating, but others have.  Some of the trainees north of us have braved bulot (the fermented duck egg with free gelatinous fetus).  The farthest we have gone in championship-level eating was a birthday party buffet where we ate pig-face and pig liver and pig lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other couple in our town has been promised a World Series night of eating “jumping shrimp.”  According to their host family, “jumping shrimp” night involves dipping live shrimp into a lemon/vinegar solution before placing them in your mouth and encouraging them to adapt to their new liquid environment.  Chewing is optional.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we ate frogs that were caught this afternoon by kids in the neighborhood.  Each morning, we walk past frog fisherman who lure frogs out of the rice patties with sticks.  Frogs, since they taste like chicken, are at the amateur level of sport eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, the food is naimas (delicious).  Our host mother makes wonderful dishes and mariendas (snacks) for us each day.  We have enjoyed tons of fresh (fried) fish and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game of eating is real, and it is exciting.  We are even beginning to dabble in utensil-less, hand eating, which is favored by our host mother.  Unfortunately there are losers.  Those that end up in the hospital with bouts of diarrhea and/or vomiting or those who offend their host families by refusing to eat the testicles off of a live goat suffer the pangs of defeat on a regular basis.  Today one of my fellow trainees considered her next meal move from comfort of a hospital room.  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When one of these giant beasts comes barreling toward you, you must do everything in your power to control your bodily functions.  I have to navigate a field of carabow each morning, so I can't tell which one is enjoying chasing me.  But all of them are watching me sprint through a rice patty in rubber boots, and I'm sure they are all getting a good laugh watching me get covered in mud right after my morning shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busses here are interesting.  I pay about .15 for my ride, and it is a good deal for any adreneline junky.  The busses head down the highway creating a quasi third lane (when needed) to thread through the trikes (3-wheel motocycles) heading down the highway.  Inside, each bus has a neatly painted sign asking passengers to "Please fasten your seatbelt" and "Please no smoking," but I am yet to find a seatbelt, and the bus drivers are frequently choking down Marlboro's to help ease highway stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of my journey involves a nondescript walk from the bus stop to my school, but there are no sidewalks, and the two lane street is clogged with trikes, students, dogs, more dogs, a few cats, goats, several chicken sitings, and the sari-sari stores (which are more frequent than Starbucks in the US).  This morning a monsoon rain had turned the street into a temporary river.  Donning my flip flops and umbrella I made the last stretch of my journey only to find out that my class was cancelled for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now trying to decide whether to leave the comfort of the internet cafe for the commute home.  Either way, I am going to take a nap this afternoon for sure (if I can make it to my bed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-7683176669035544248?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7683176669035544248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/daily-trip-to-school-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7683176669035544248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/7683176669035544248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/daily-trip-to-school-tom.html' title='Daily Trip to School - Tom'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-6207594609049685655</id><published>2009-08-31T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:52:11.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransicso, Manilla, and La Union</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWL0Q" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow"  width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle"  quality="high"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0Actmrli0ctWL0Q"  pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"  allowscriptaccess="always"  allowfullscreen="true"  bgcolor="#869ca7"  src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Actmrli0ctWL0Q&amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=pictures&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-6207594609049685655?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6207594609049685655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/san-fransicso-manilla-and-la-union.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6207594609049685655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6207594609049685655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/san-fransicso-manilla-and-la-union.html' title='San Fransicso, Manilla, and La Union'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-384107854322086042</id><published>2009-08-31T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:48:22.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new home</title><content type='html'>Where to begin?  Tom and I have experienced so much in the last 10 days that it feels like a month has gone by!  I am writing this on Sunday afternoon and the rain is coming down fast onto the corrugated tin roof of my host family’s home.  It is LOUD!  It hasn’t rained every day, but when it does, it rains buckets for two or more hours, mostly in the afternoon.  This morning, we beat the rain and the heat and spent an early morning at the bay bay (the sea) with our host mother, brother, sister, and many of the neighborhood children.   It is now later in the day, and Tom is at the hospital having his elbow examined; he had too much fun at the beach on a local boy’s skim board.  Fortunately his arm is not fractured, but his pride is.  He was called a Peace Corpse at the hospital, and he has to wear a sling for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had our initial orientation in Manila, as Tom mentioned in his last posting.  There are 69 volunteers in our “batch number 268.”  We stayed in a simple hotel and conference center.  I’m impressed with how organized the Peace Corps Philippines staff and office has been.  During our orientation, Peace Corps staff worked hard to prepare us for what life might be like for the next 27 months in the Philippines.  My favorite was the skit entitled “this might happen to you on the day you meet your host family.”  From flushing a toilet to politely refusing food, it covered all the basic changes in life we might experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since met my host family, and the scenes, including how to use a seat-less toilet without toilet paper and being overwhelmed with curious community members who want to feed you and talk to you, was extremely accurate.  We also discussed Filipino culture, language, and geography; boat and water safety (don’t worry Mom, Peace Corps issued us life jackets to carry with us when we travel by boat); and history of Peace Corps in the Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Corps is well established here, as it has been sending volunteers into communities since the early sixties.  On the last day of orientation, we were split up into groups and told where we would be training for the next three months.  Two groups moved to regions south of Manila.  Our group moved north to a region called La Union.  The province of La Union was presented to us as the surfing capital of the Philippines.  Yes, life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is also good because we are living in the middle of a beautiful rice patty with the kindest host family.   We arrived in our new town just two days ago.  When our bus arrived, many of the community members were waiting for us in the town plaza.  We were greeted, fed, fed some more, and introduced to the deputy mayor and other town folk.  At any given time, a Filipino was scrambling to fill a plate of food or pop a Coca-Cola top.  At the mayor’s office, we were served three rounds of bottled drinks (water, coke and sprite) in about thirty seconds.  Later, we linked up with our host families and ventured off to the homes we will be staying in for the next three months.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;So far, exercise happens around 5am each day in the form of “yoga in the dark.”  If we turn our light on it will shine down into the room next door, so we Namaste by our nightlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is always an adventure, but our host mom and her cousin Gretchen have worked unbelievably hard to serve us delicious meals.  Every meal includes a big plate of rice and either a fish or meat dish.  This morning, Tom bit into a fried plantain only to find that it was fried pork fat.  We would like to witness the killing of one of the many chickens we have eaten from the backyard, but we haven’t quite built the stomach for it yet.  We’ll need to start soon, however, so we’ll be ready for the goat we are going to kill and eat in September for our host mother’s wedding anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we are continuing to adapt, and with the help of the many kind, curious people we have met, we hope to learn Ilocano and successfully meet the many demands of pre-service training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add pictures sometime this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-384107854322086042?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/384107854322086042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/384107854322086042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/384107854322086042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-new-home.html' title='Our new home'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-6743741333485531422</id><published>2009-08-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:52:00.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SpXKlDVcpKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GMhq9iLpJW8/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374424468235789474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SpXKlDVcpKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GMhq9iLpJW8/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8/26/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is happening at such a rapid rate, it is hard to capture everything. One volunteer summed up the coming three months using the metaphor of returning to high school. He said, "you will be living with a family that always keeps tabs on you and you won't know why strange things are happening to your body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we find out where we will be training and living for the next three months - lots of excitement and speculation among the 69 volunteers. We are pretty sure we'll be on an 8 hour bus ride north tomorrow morning. Regardless, tomorrow we meet the first of our two host families. Let the adventure begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/23/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Manila early this morning after 15+ hours of travel. We are group number 268, the 268th group to arrive in the Philippines since the Peace Corps was created in 1961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying in some sort of compound in the mountains. We woke up this morning, and looked down into the jungle that is surrounding us on all sides. Yoga is going to be hot whether we want it or not. We cut off our AC this morning, and within 15 minutes it was HOT and HUMID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived this morning, 25+ Filipinos lined the walk up to the compound to welcome us. They served us triple stack chicken and cheeses on white bread; right when Leah was getting ready to go to sleep, the owner of the hotel came out with a bowl of chicken salad served on a bed of lettuce – the hospitality we have heard so much about has already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day we met with the other six couples for a round table discussion about life as a couple in the Peace Corps. Of the four couples in group 267, only two have made it through the first year. Leah and I are obviously nervous with the 50% turnover and a general feeling that couples have it hard when it comes to living with a host family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple that spoke with us relayed a story from their first week with their host family. Since many Filipino families live together with brothers, cousins, sisters, dogs, cats and bugs, living with a family can be a real emotional test. The couple we met arrived to live with their host family. Three days later one of the family’s son’s wives lost her baby during child birth. The dead baby spent the next three days on a table in the house while the family celebrated the short life of the infant. Shockingly, the visitors that came to pay their respects were more interested in meeting the American couple. Being the center of attention regardless of circumstance will be one of the many transitions we will face during our 3 months of training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-6743741333485531422?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6743741333485531422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/transitions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6743741333485531422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/6743741333485531422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SpXKlDVcpKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GMhq9iLpJW8/s72-c/IMG_1370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-51056971925058468</id><published>2009-08-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:48:10.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maraming salamat ho! (thank you very much)</title><content type='html'>We've been on a whirlwind tour visiting friends and family, and tomorrow we fly to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people have provided direct and indirect support for the work we are about to begin, and we’d like to take a moment to thank some of you directly.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      The lady at USAA – Thank you for telling Tom your story about growing up in the Philippines while helping him cancel our renter’s insurance;&lt;br /&gt;2)      Dr. A and Dr. M – for volunteering their services to make sure Tom could volunteer;&lt;br /&gt;3)      “George” at Sprint – Thank you for suspending our account for two years without any hassle.  Wishing us a safe voyage and thanking us for our work wasn’t in your script, but thank you for saying it;&lt;br /&gt;4)      Pat and George – Visiting with you in your new home was terrific.  Thank you for introducing us to Jerry and Roger and to a series of stories from your travels and service in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;5)      Howard, Kelly and Ashley – cheers to “the last home cooked meal” – it was delicious.  Thank you for making your Pleasanton the most pleasant in the United States.  Ashley – thank you for the last, and best, loaf of gluten-free bread.&lt;br /&gt;6)      Ken and Diane- Can anyone say “Speed visiting”?  Although it was short, we enjoyed the opportunity to sit, relax, and catch up with you.  It was a great afternoon!  We’ll see you on New Year’s Eve 1969.    &lt;br /&gt;7)      Cheryl – for big hugs.  Also, you got an entire congregation of Filipinos in Houston to pray for us – How awesome is that!?!&lt;br /&gt;8)      Mike and Sarab – riding on the country’s first hybrid ferry boat was awesome, and stepping back into the 1950s at the Presidio Social Club was unforgettable.  Coconut chai rocks!&lt;br /&gt;9)      Jonathan and Julia – for some “real” Mexican food in the land of Google;&lt;br /&gt;10)  Mel – your apartment in the Marina district feels like home; thank you for making room for us and congrats again to you and Ray – we’ll be thinking about you on your wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;11)  Josh – thanks again for the music – our Ipods are smiling.  We invite you to ride “Big Red” on Hurricane Billy – have fun!&lt;br /&gt;12)  Tom R. – for staying stoked even when VB is knee high and choppy; for making the Pot-luck a party;  “We shall return” to kick your blockus;&lt;br /&gt;13)  Mitch – chocolate fizzy beats fuzzy bubbly;&lt;br /&gt;14)  Rusty and Marcella – bacon wrapped in plantains is divine, but death berries are no joke – thanks for making our lives an adventure;&lt;br /&gt;15)  Jon and Elizabeth – Namaste – “Voy, voy, voy!” come surfing!  Thank you and Chris for the great send off yoga class;&lt;br /&gt;16)  Ari and Nicole – keep the garage wall surf flicks going!  Your neighbors must hate it, but we love it!&lt;br /&gt;17)  Ted and Andrea – a big thanks for keeping 79th street a welcoming place, allowing Tom to ding your brand new surfboard, and for building community in Nicaragua – Hasta luego!&lt;br /&gt;18)  Joanne – we are grateful that you taught us to be fearless stretchers;&lt;br /&gt;19)  Leah’s clients –Thanks for helping me grow;&lt;br /&gt;20)  Rosetta Stone – for turning 40 hours into 100;&lt;br /&gt;21)  Hatteras Island – you reminded us to value silence, breathe deeply, and taught Tom to love teaching.  Also, how are you going to hold triple overhead surf this coming weekend?  We’d love to be there to see it (from the beach).&lt;br /&gt;22)  King Tut at the De Young museum – yesterday you took us to a new place and time before we even left the United States – thanks for reminding us of how different life can be in different parts of the world;&lt;br /&gt;24) Paul and Terry - Tom is sorry for taking his grandfather on the broken arm trail and for spilling his fighting fish in the grasss, but he is proud to have him as a grandfather - thank you for hosting me at Sherando Lake;&lt;br /&gt;25) Uncle John and Bill - thank you for the great food and conversation in Shepherdstown;&lt;br /&gt;26)  Our families – How do you even begin to say thank you to a group of people that have had such an enduring positive influence on us?  Thanks to you: a) our tanks are full on ice cream cake and cheese burgers, b) our Scrabble and tennis skills are honed, c) we are wondering how we’ll survive without 7612 Atlantic gourmet hour each night, d) tooling around Berkeley visiting friends and going to the movies was great – thank you Aunt Leslie, e) “I’m bababababababa bad, I’m naaatttiioonnnnn wwwwiiiiddddde” – we’ll miss you new Jack, f) Rob, Jenn, Ben and Bella – thanks for all the support and a little space (in GD’s garage), g) Ruth – we wish we could “Go Fit” you to the Philippines with us – thanks for the last minute errand running;&lt;br /&gt;27)  Thank you to everyone else who sent kind emails and offered lots of support; we will miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-51056971925058468?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/51056971925058468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/maraming-salamat-ho-thank-you-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/51056971925058468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/51056971925058468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/maraming-salamat-ho-thank-you-very-much.html' title='Maraming salamat ho! 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It is also where young sea turtles hope to find themselves if they survive the perilous journey of their youth. It seemed fitting that I was wandering the shores of Jekyll Island, Georgia last night with my parents, hoping to see some of these sea turtles returning to the place of their birth to lay their eggs. In many ways, Leah and I are turtle hatchlings, scrambling in a direction that seems right but promises different currents and limitless uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of a series of increasingly difficult goodbyes. I'm in Savannah right now having an extended farewell with my family. I spent the last two days soaking up southern hospitality at the Jekyll Island Club with my father, mother, sister and nephew. Last night I had a fancy dinner with my parents, and after we wandered the shoreline in the moonlight. My mother and I ran across the flat sand, and we held poses in the darkness for the sleepy eye of my camera. We had a great time even though we are getting ready for a tough goodbye tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with Leah today, and her truck sold yesterday. We are now down to two suitcases a piece. In a matter of days we'll be hopping a plane to California in preparation for our departure. As we flop about in the new cultural currents awaiting us in the Philippines, I hope we'll remember to breath deeply with laughter and dive into new situations knowing that we won't be back in the comfort of the Sargossa Sea for quite a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-5911152346893470259?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5911152346893470259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-suitcases-and-pockets-full-of-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5911152346893470259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/5911152346893470259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-suitcases-and-pockets-full-of-humor.html' title='Two Suitcases and Pockets Full of Humor'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SnkBCwKXNXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-imU71md_Bo/s72-c/IMG_2762%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-8541465490791062339</id><published>2009-07-27T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:26:02.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It Comes in Threes"</title><content type='html'>This morning we were awoken by a loud crack at 4 in the morning.  Leah thought it was the hot water heater exploding, but I envisioned a lightning bolt crashing through our roof (even though it was a clear night) or someone with an axe trying to break in to our house (even though all the doors were unlocked).  After a lot of smoke, a fire extinguisher and one of my former students bounding up our stairs in a fireman's uniform, Leah's assumption about the water heater was right.  Our big story ended in a whimper and the smell of electrical smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back in bed, Leah said, "You know, this stuff comes in threes.  First, we put a hole in our friend's ceiling trying to store some of our boxes in her attic; then we broke our camera at the beach yesterday; now we have no hot water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much for superstition, but I have found it interesting how fixated we have both become on August 20th, the day we report for Peace Corps service.  We are trying to make everything perfect.  We want to pack all of the right stuff.  We seek out the perfect articles of clothing.  We drive ourselves to the point of exhaustion discussing all of the unknowns.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We embrace August 20th and at the same time push it away.  We want more time to prepare, but we are ready to start serving.  We don't want to say our goodbyes, but we look forward to seeing people we haven't seen in a long time in order to say goodbye.  We gravitate toward the simplicity of life pared down to a few suitcses, but we endlessly tinker with what to put in those suitcases.  We discuss what we believe will make us happy living in the Philippines and what could kill us (Leah list as of today's date - death berries, earthquakes, typhoons, political upheaval...).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm going to master my cold shower technique.  A former Peace Corps Volunteer recently told us we should be ready for cold showers if we are anywhere outside of Manila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-8541465490791062339?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8541465490791062339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-comes-in-threes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8541465490791062339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/8541465490791062339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-comes-in-threes.html' title='&quot;It Comes in Threes&quot;'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1463854953738570271.post-1935123569021041530</id><published>2009-07-03T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:40:08.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing for Life in a Foreign Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/Sk6kc1wskrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kq_hZigjAKk/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/Sk6kc1wskrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kq_hZigjAKk/s400/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354397822364717746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August we will begin a two year adventure as Peace Corps volunteers, and we will use this blog as a means of keeping friends and family up to date on our lives as well as to reflect on the broader experiences working as professional development volunteers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last month, we have grown increasingly aware of our departure date.  Two days ago Leah announced, "39 days and counting!"  Instead of trying to hold on to everything, we are going with the slash and burn approach to our material belongings.  We are trying to sell everything from cars to books, and as things around us begin to disappear, it is strangely liberating.  When else in our lives will we have an excuse to get rid of the majority of our stuff?  Retirement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we board our plane out of San Francisco, we will leave behind lives of comfort in exchange for a series of unknowns as Peace Corps servicemembers.  We hope to effect change.  We hope to find enjoyment in our work.  We hope to meet new friends.  We hope to share our experiences, but nothing is guaranteed.  We will have four suitcases and two carryon bags in our possession; our lives will be pared down to much simpler terms.  We will be Tom and Leah in the world until 2011.  Until then, we will live on Ebay and Craig's list in a final push to unload stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1463854953738570271-1935123569021041530?l=tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1935123569021041530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/packing-for-life-in-foreign-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1935123569021041530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1463854953738570271/posts/default/1935123569021041530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomandleahintheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/packing-for-life-in-foreign-land.html' title='Packing for Life in a Foreign Land'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16760604657869192548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/SXEiuozZPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m9PUqpI-YkQ/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6SB5-DRScc/Sk6kc1wskrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kq_hZigjAKk/s72-c/IMG_1300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
