Only two weeks left of language training! And then, if I pass my exam (inshallah, knock on wood!) the countdown begins for moving to Nairobi. Although I'm not exactly sure how long the countdown will be, and if it will be left up to me or if a date will be imposed on me by the Powers That Be. Also I still have no idea what I will be doing in the month (or two?) between the end of language training and time to move. I need to spend it doing a "rotation" in one of the offices at USAID, but I haven't gotten anything organized yet. So knock on wood for figuring that out too.
In other news, it was getting really nice and warm last week, and I was starting to hope that spring would come early (it may be that I am not entirely opposed to this whole climate change thing), but then Friday it got super cold again and yesterday it snowed. Poo. I am really hoping I get to see the cherry blossoms before I leave DC again...
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
New accusations of murder at Guantanamo
Why aren't we talking about the new accusations of murder at Gitmo? - By Dahlia Lithwick - Slate Magazine
The author thinks the mainstream media is ignoring new accusations of murder of Gitmo detainees by soldiers because we're tired of this whole "torture problem" and just want it to go away. And it's true - I'm tired of hearing about our troops torturing and doing other bad things, because I don't want to think that that's the kind of country I belong to. But if it is the kind of country I belong to, then I want to face it, deal with it, and make it stop. So here is my little bit of "doing something" - if the major media is ignoring it, then I'll post it on my blog.
MSNBC: Disaster do-gooders can actually hinder help - Haiti earthquake- msnbc.com
From MSNBC.com, by JoNel Aleccia: "More than a week after a magnitude-7 earthquake devastated the country, disaster organizers say they’re seeing the first signs of a problem that can hinder even the most ambitious recovery efforts: good intentions gone wrong.
From volunteer medical teams who show up uninvited, to stateside donors who ship boxes of unusable household goods, misdirected compassion can actually tax scarce resources, costing time, money, energy — and lives, experts say."
Those best suited to help are probably already there, experts said. They’re trained crews who not only have experience working in disasters, but also in developing nations, Kirsch said. The best teams also have a command of Haitian Creole and French, if possible.
When teams arrive without those skills and without their own supplies, they drain resources that could better be used for actual victims, said Dr. Kristi L. Koenig, an emergency physician at the University of California, Irvine, who specializes in disaster response.
“Unless you’re part of a team before the disaster happens with a formal mission, you’re going to be part of the problem,” she said.
Even worse, certain volunteers have required emergency intervention themselves, Kirsch noted.
A different but equally pressing problem is the flood of ill-advised donations that aid agencies already are facing, organizers.
“I would strongly recommend that no donation drives be conducted unless there’s an existing organization on the ground, in Haiti, that has asked for the help,” Rothe-Smith, executive director of the National Voluntary Organizations Active in Disaster, a coalition of agencies, said. “It does pile up very quickly.” Donations of old clothes, canned goods, water and outdated prescriptions are accumulating. While such items sound useful, they’re actually expensive to sort, to transport and to distribute, she said. Cast-off drugs can be dangerous.
Oftentimes, the household items donated are simply not useful to the disaster victims they’re intended to help.
“I guarantee you someone is going to send a winter coat or high-heeled shoes,” Brooks said.
In fact, after the tsunami in Indonesia in 2004, aid organizers in Sri Lanka were forced to deal with donations of stiletto shoes, expired cans of salmon, evening gowns and even thong panties, according to news reports. In Florida, a truckload of mink coats showed up during the 2004 hurricane season, Rothe-Smith said, a likely tax write-off for a retailer having trouble pushing furs.
The compassion behind some donations is understandable — and laudable, she added. People see dire images on television or in news reports and they want to help. “It seems to make logical sense to go through your own cupboard and gather those items,” Rothe-Smith said.
The reality, however, is that inappropriate donations actually do more harm than good. “If you buy a can of peas and it costs 59 cents, it’ll cost about $80 to get it where it needs to go,” Rothe-Smith said.
Many agencies try to motivate donors with the mathematics of the situation. Jeff Nene, a spokesman for Convoy of Hope, a Springfield, Mo., agency that feeds 11,000 children a day in Haiti, urges cash donations that allow his group to buy in bulk from large suppliers and retailers.
“When people give $1, it translates into $7 in the field,” he said. “If they spend $5 for bottled water, that’s nice and it makes them feel good, but probably it costs us more than $5 to send it. If they give us $5, we can get $35 worth of water.”
That’s a sentiment echoed by virtually every aid agency. “I would really say at this point, honestly, right now, money is the best thing to give,” Rothe-Smith said.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Donating to disaster relief? Cash is best!
I should have written about this a long time ago, but it's a complicated subject, and I kept putting it off. Now I am taking the lazy way out, and copying from the Center for International Disaster Information website (http://cidi.org):
Why cash donations are best for responding to an emergency:
People often like to donate used clothing and packaged foods, like, say, canned vegetables. They figure that they're not wearing the clothes anymore because they're out of style, or don't fit anymore, or whatever, but they're still perfectly good and some poor or disaster-struck person will be happy to have a decent outfit to wear. And who can go wrong with canned vegetables? They're nutritious and they stay good forever. Right?
There is nothing wrong with this logic, and I do not at all criticize those who attempt to help out in this way. The problem is in what happens next, which an average citizen generally doesn't realize (except now you're reading my blog, so now you know!).
So imagine you have a clothing drive, and you get lots of perfectly good clothes, for men, women, boys, girls, babies... and all in different styles and sizes. Now those clothes have to get to the people who need them - let's say, people in Haiti who have lost their homes and their possessions, including their wardrobes. So those clothes have to be put onto a boat or a plane and transported over there. The problem is that the cost of shipping those clothes is often more expensive than it would have been to buy the same amount of brand-new clothes in Haiti (or if they're not available in Haiti, in neighboring Dominican Republic). So it would have been a lot better use of the money that paid for the shipping to just buy brand-new clothes locally, and then maybe you would have been able to afford more clothes overall.
Okay, now let's imagine that the area is just so devastated that clothes just aren't available locally, or that shipping is super cheap, so the previous scenario doesn't apply. So it still seems to make sense to send a boat-load of clothes over. So you send your boat-load of clothes, but (just like in Haiti now) the port and airport are damaged, and so only a few boats can be in port at one time. So your boat gets in line, and eventually it gets its turn at the port to unload all these clothes. Meanwhile, the boat full of much higher-priority medicine and food is having to wait out in the ocean for your boat to get done unloading and get out of the way. If you had just sent money, it would be easier for the aidworkers to figure out what people's needs are and to prioritize those needs, to get the medicine and food and water, and then to get the clothes after that.
Okay, so now your boatload of clothes has arrived and been taken to a warehouse. Now how to get those clothes to the people who need them? Remember, it's a big assortment - all different sizes, men's and women's, shirts and pants all mixed together. So do you just let people into the warehouse for a free-for-all, where they have to spend lots of time sifting through the clothes to try to find something in the right size? Or maybe there are so many people coming in looking for clothes that everyone just starts grabbing whatever they can get their hands on, to make sure that they at least end up with something. And then people end up with clothes that aren't what they needed at all. Or people start fighting over the clothes and then you have a riot. Not ideal.
Now let's talk about the packaged foods. There are the same problems with the cost of shipping often being more than it would cost to buy food locally, and the same problems of distribution - if it's a big assortment from a canned food drive, people won't be happy if they don't each end up with the same food. There are also cultural appropriateness problems - packaged foods that require a microwave or an oven sent to an area where people are cooking over open fires are just going to be wasted. Same for spaghetti sent to a place where people are used to eating rice and don't know what spaghetti is or how to cook it. And canned food when people don't have can-openers? Not handy.
You might think that if someone is hungry enough, they'll be glad to get whatever they can, and that may be true. But making sure that disaster-affected people receive culturally appropriate food helps to show that we respect them and think that they should be treated just as we would want to be treated if we were in their situation. If I were in a disaster and pretty desperate, I might be willing to wear an ugly, frilly pink 1980s prom dress and maybe even to eat rat meat, but I would definitely feel more like a normal human being with dignity if you gave me a T-shirt and jeans to wear and a hamburger to eat. And I would like you better for making the effort to give me things that I would feel comfortable with rather than just whatever you happened to have lying around and didn't want anymore.
One last point: buying stuff locally, in disasters as in normal life, helps keep the economy going. If there are still local warehouses and stores full of food and clothing after a disaster, buying from them instead of shipping stuff from the U.S. or somewhere else helps them stay in business. Which means the businesses can continue to employ people and pay their salaries, they can continue to pay taxes which the government can use to rebuild the country, and as people recover from the disaster and are able to buy things again, they will still have local stores to buy from... All of which helps people and the country to rebuild and get back to normal after a disaster.
So hopefully I have convinced you: if you want to donate to disaster relief, cash is best! It is the most efficient way to get people what they need, with no money wasted on unnecessary shipping costs or unnecessary stuff that people can't use.
Click here for a list of InterAction member organizations responding to the earthquake in Haiti (in case you're feeling inclined to donate). And no, for all you cynics out there (I would normally be one of them), I don't make any money if you click on the link. However, I will give the disclaimer that I used to work at InterAction and may be a little biased in their favor. But if anything, that should make you feel better about them, because I know the inner workings and have no incentive, financial or otherwise, to recommend them if I didn't believe it. So hopefully I can say with a fair amount of credibility that I think InterAction's members are good organizations that do the best they can with the donations they receive from the American public. Also, to become a member of InterAction they have to meet all kinds of standards, including on how they spend their money. So if you feel like donating and don't already have a preference, I think they're a good option, although I'm sure there are lots of other organizations who would also be good choices.
Why cash donations are best for responding to an emergency:
The professional relief agencies use monetary contributions to purchase exactly and specifically what the victims need. Staff for the organizations work directly with the victims at the disaster site and are in the best position to know not only what is immediately needed, but also when it is needed and where it is most needed. In addition the experience of the relief workers enables conversion of cash donations into items that withstand cultural and religious sensitivities, as well as environmental issues.
Money is easy to transport. Moving a container of commodities can incur costs in excess of the value of the items. Getting a donated commodity into containers and onto a ship, across the sea to the disaster site, through the port costs and the customs' tariffs, quality checked, quantity checked and sorted, and organized into warehouses, requires payment at each step. Invariably, there are basic needs materials close at hand to a disaster site and purchasing locally provides savings in many ways.
Money used to purchase available items local to the disaster has a double benefit. First, it provides an infusion of cash which supports the economy at a time when it may be reeling from the effects of the disaster. It assists in providing confidence and a sense of normalcy as shops and services recover. Secondly, a container load of commodities placed freely for the use of victims has the negative impact of competing with the recovering, local markets.A couple of examples to try to make this absolutely clear:
People often like to donate used clothing and packaged foods, like, say, canned vegetables. They figure that they're not wearing the clothes anymore because they're out of style, or don't fit anymore, or whatever, but they're still perfectly good and some poor or disaster-struck person will be happy to have a decent outfit to wear. And who can go wrong with canned vegetables? They're nutritious and they stay good forever. Right?
There is nothing wrong with this logic, and I do not at all criticize those who attempt to help out in this way. The problem is in what happens next, which an average citizen generally doesn't realize (except now you're reading my blog, so now you know!).
So imagine you have a clothing drive, and you get lots of perfectly good clothes, for men, women, boys, girls, babies... and all in different styles and sizes. Now those clothes have to get to the people who need them - let's say, people in Haiti who have lost their homes and their possessions, including their wardrobes. So those clothes have to be put onto a boat or a plane and transported over there. The problem is that the cost of shipping those clothes is often more expensive than it would have been to buy the same amount of brand-new clothes in Haiti (or if they're not available in Haiti, in neighboring Dominican Republic). So it would have been a lot better use of the money that paid for the shipping to just buy brand-new clothes locally, and then maybe you would have been able to afford more clothes overall.
Okay, now let's imagine that the area is just so devastated that clothes just aren't available locally, or that shipping is super cheap, so the previous scenario doesn't apply. So it still seems to make sense to send a boat-load of clothes over. So you send your boat-load of clothes, but (just like in Haiti now) the port and airport are damaged, and so only a few boats can be in port at one time. So your boat gets in line, and eventually it gets its turn at the port to unload all these clothes. Meanwhile, the boat full of much higher-priority medicine and food is having to wait out in the ocean for your boat to get done unloading and get out of the way. If you had just sent money, it would be easier for the aidworkers to figure out what people's needs are and to prioritize those needs, to get the medicine and food and water, and then to get the clothes after that.
Okay, so now your boatload of clothes has arrived and been taken to a warehouse. Now how to get those clothes to the people who need them? Remember, it's a big assortment - all different sizes, men's and women's, shirts and pants all mixed together. So do you just let people into the warehouse for a free-for-all, where they have to spend lots of time sifting through the clothes to try to find something in the right size? Or maybe there are so many people coming in looking for clothes that everyone just starts grabbing whatever they can get their hands on, to make sure that they at least end up with something. And then people end up with clothes that aren't what they needed at all. Or people start fighting over the clothes and then you have a riot. Not ideal.
Now let's talk about the packaged foods. There are the same problems with the cost of shipping often being more than it would cost to buy food locally, and the same problems of distribution - if it's a big assortment from a canned food drive, people won't be happy if they don't each end up with the same food. There are also cultural appropriateness problems - packaged foods that require a microwave or an oven sent to an area where people are cooking over open fires are just going to be wasted. Same for spaghetti sent to a place where people are used to eating rice and don't know what spaghetti is or how to cook it. And canned food when people don't have can-openers? Not handy.
You might think that if someone is hungry enough, they'll be glad to get whatever they can, and that may be true. But making sure that disaster-affected people receive culturally appropriate food helps to show that we respect them and think that they should be treated just as we would want to be treated if we were in their situation. If I were in a disaster and pretty desperate, I might be willing to wear an ugly, frilly pink 1980s prom dress and maybe even to eat rat meat, but I would definitely feel more like a normal human being with dignity if you gave me a T-shirt and jeans to wear and a hamburger to eat. And I would like you better for making the effort to give me things that I would feel comfortable with rather than just whatever you happened to have lying around and didn't want anymore.
One last point: buying stuff locally, in disasters as in normal life, helps keep the economy going. If there are still local warehouses and stores full of food and clothing after a disaster, buying from them instead of shipping stuff from the U.S. or somewhere else helps them stay in business. Which means the businesses can continue to employ people and pay their salaries, they can continue to pay taxes which the government can use to rebuild the country, and as people recover from the disaster and are able to buy things again, they will still have local stores to buy from... All of which helps people and the country to rebuild and get back to normal after a disaster.
So hopefully I have convinced you: if you want to donate to disaster relief, cash is best! It is the most efficient way to get people what they need, with no money wasted on unnecessary shipping costs or unnecessary stuff that people can't use.
Click here for a list of InterAction member organizations responding to the earthquake in Haiti (in case you're feeling inclined to donate). And no, for all you cynics out there (I would normally be one of them), I don't make any money if you click on the link. However, I will give the disclaimer that I used to work at InterAction and may be a little biased in their favor. But if anything, that should make you feel better about them, because I know the inner workings and have no incentive, financial or otherwise, to recommend them if I didn't believe it. So hopefully I can say with a fair amount of credibility that I think InterAction's members are good organizations that do the best they can with the donations they receive from the American public. Also, to become a member of InterAction they have to meet all kinds of standards, including on how they spend their money. So if you feel like donating and don't already have a preference, I think they're a good option, although I'm sure there are lots of other organizations who would also be good choices.
Sweet Sallie's
Another coffeeshop in my hometown. This one's new, so I haven't been here before. My dad recommended it, and I am exiled from our house this morning while it's being cleaned, so I thought it would be a good time to come and check it out. I'm supposed to be studying French while I'm here, but so far I've managed to avoid it by reading the news and sending emails.
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Dolce Cafe
One of the coffeeshops in my hometown. My dad calls the decoration style "Cookeville Chic".
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Flying safe
Friday night, just before I was supposed to fly home to TN for vacation with my family, I had a dream about my plane crashing. Not a good omen. Although what I was really more concerned about was that there would be a lot more airport security since the underwear bomber incident, and flying would be even more of a hassle than usual.
But, I am happy (?) to report, absolutely nothing was different security-wise (that I could tell), flying from Baltimore to Nashville. Also my plane did not crash. Guess I'll have to rule "Psychic" out of my possible career alternatives, in case I ever get tired of aid work.
But, I am happy (?) to report, absolutely nothing was different security-wise (that I could tell), flying from Baltimore to Nashville. Also my plane did not crash. Guess I'll have to rule "Psychic" out of my possible career alternatives, in case I ever get tired of aid work.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Busy busy... or should I say, "tres, tres occupee"?
So I guess it's been a really long time since I posted anything. But don't worry, that doesn't mean you've been missing out on hearing about all the fun and excitement and adventures in my life. It means that my fun and excitement and adventures have been very limited because I've been so busy studying French. Six hours a day, five days a week, it's just me and my French tutor (a woman from Cameroon who is a great teacher and who I'm very happy with). And then I go home and do homework for another two or three hours. (Except lately, because I'm feeling burned out - did I mention I only got Christmas day off for holiday vacation? - so I haven't been doing much studying after class, but paradoxically it seems to be paying off because after a whole weekend of not doing any French at all, I was absolutely on fire in class today.)
Anyway, so I think I've made my point. My life revolves around French.
Anyway, so I think I've made my point. My life revolves around French.
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Cholera Epidemic Follows Drought in Kenya
Cholera Epidemic Follows Drought in Kenya
With 119 deaths, Kenyan health officials are calling it “one of the worst outbreaks in a decade.”
Friday, December 04, 2009
At a loss for words
Today after French class I decided to walk a few blocks up to the Whole Foods to buy some nice yuppie groceries which aren't available at the Safeway by my apartment, which caters mainly to lower-income families. So I bought my groceries and was headed back down to the metro to go home when I passed an old homeless man looking through a trashcan for food to eat.
I have to admit that I've gotten fairly used to seeing homeless people around, and I probably don't often think too much about them. But this man was old and looking through the trash. And I had a six-inch sandwich from Subway in my backpack - I'd gotten the footlong at lunchtime, planning to eat the second half for dinner. So, after hesitating for a moment, worrying that it might be condescending or insulting to give him leftovers, I went over and offered him my sandwich.
And he, holding a styrofoam container of mystery food that he'd just dug out of the trashcan, looked at me and peeked in the top of my paper bag full of yuppie groceries from Whole Foods, and said absolutely sincerely, "Are you sure? You have enough? I don't want to take your dinner."
I could have cried.
Instead I told him it was just my leftovers from lunch and he was very welcome to it. So he took it, and thanked me and tried to kiss my hand.
And then I walked away with my bag full of groceries, asking myself what kind of a world this is where an old man is grateful to be given someone's half-eaten sandwich.
I have to admit that I've gotten fairly used to seeing homeless people around, and I probably don't often think too much about them. But this man was old and looking through the trash. And I had a six-inch sandwich from Subway in my backpack - I'd gotten the footlong at lunchtime, planning to eat the second half for dinner. So, after hesitating for a moment, worrying that it might be condescending or insulting to give him leftovers, I went over and offered him my sandwich.
And he, holding a styrofoam container of mystery food that he'd just dug out of the trashcan, looked at me and peeked in the top of my paper bag full of yuppie groceries from Whole Foods, and said absolutely sincerely, "Are you sure? You have enough? I don't want to take your dinner."
I could have cried.
Instead I told him it was just my leftovers from lunch and he was very welcome to it. So he took it, and thanked me and tried to kiss my hand.
And then I walked away with my bag full of groceries, asking myself what kind of a world this is where an old man is grateful to be given someone's half-eaten sandwich.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Things are moving fast
This past week I spent a fun two days in Communications and Field Equipment training, which basically meant learning how to use satellite phones and radios (also some computer stuff, digital cameras, etc, but I already knew how to do that stuff), and then we had to practice by going out in public and very suspiciously taking pictures of random things and talking cryptically on our radios. We definitely got some weird looks, but I figure we were being too obvious and ridiculous for anyone to really be suspicious of us.
And that was it for all my random fun trainings, at least for now. Next week I start studying French full-time. Six hours a day in class, I think one-on-one, just me and a tutor. It's going to be painful, but hopefully my French will get better really fast.
That's supposed to last for six weeks, or however long it takes until I can pass the French test. EXCEPT, yesterday at work (yes, I was at work the day after Thanksgiving - I haven't earned very many vacation days yet, and I'm trying to save them up) my supervisor told me that they want to put me on the Somalia Task Force out in Nairobi (which sounds super cool, except that I won't get to go on any field trips to Somalia because it's too dangerous), and they want to get me out there as soon as possible, so they're talking about waiving my language and whatever other requirements so I can leave really soon. So I might be leaving much sooner than I had expected, maybe in just a month or so.
I'm really excited about going to Nairobi eventually, but in a month? Wow. I was counting on being here til at least March (which would be one year since I came back from Peace Corps). And I've been so happy in DC these last eight months, with all my friends, and my cute little apartment, and my cool job (okay, the Somalia task force sounds more interesting than what I'm doing now, but even so)... So I'm a little stressed, not sure if I'm excited about this or not, but I'm sure it'll all work out fine however it works out, so I'm going to try to just keep on with what I'm doing until I find out for sure what's happening. (My supervisor said she'd let me know about the expedited moving thing within a week or two).
So we'll see.
And that was it for all my random fun trainings, at least for now. Next week I start studying French full-time. Six hours a day in class, I think one-on-one, just me and a tutor. It's going to be painful, but hopefully my French will get better really fast.
That's supposed to last for six weeks, or however long it takes until I can pass the French test. EXCEPT, yesterday at work (yes, I was at work the day after Thanksgiving - I haven't earned very many vacation days yet, and I'm trying to save them up) my supervisor told me that they want to put me on the Somalia Task Force out in Nairobi (which sounds super cool, except that I won't get to go on any field trips to Somalia because it's too dangerous), and they want to get me out there as soon as possible, so they're talking about waiving my language and whatever other requirements so I can leave really soon. So I might be leaving much sooner than I had expected, maybe in just a month or so.
I'm really excited about going to Nairobi eventually, but in a month? Wow. I was counting on being here til at least March (which would be one year since I came back from Peace Corps). And I've been so happy in DC these last eight months, with all my friends, and my cute little apartment, and my cool job (okay, the Somalia task force sounds more interesting than what I'm doing now, but even so)... So I'm a little stressed, not sure if I'm excited about this or not, but I'm sure it'll all work out fine however it works out, so I'm going to try to just keep on with what I'm doing until I find out for sure what's happening. (My supervisor said she'd let me know about the expedited moving thing within a week or two).
So we'll see.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Driving training, part 2
The rest of the week of driving training was just as good and fun as the first day, if not better. Still can't tell you all about it, except that: I got to learn to drive stick shift!
I've only ever tried to learn to drive stick shift one time before, shortly after I got my license when I was sixteen. My grandma tried to teach me out in the pastures on their farm on this ancient, broken-down truck (the gas pedal didn't even have the flat pedal-part attached to it anymore, it was just this metal stick/wire thing coming out of the floorboard, hard to find with your foot and even harder to put the right amount of pressure on). Even experienced drivers had trouble driving that truck, so sixteen-year-old me couldn't even get it into first gear - it just stalled every time, and (did I mention the brakes were pretty much shot?) then we would start rolling backwards towards the pond, and my grandma would be yelling at me to get the truck started again and get it moving so we wouldn't fall into the pond...
So I came out of that experience thinking that driving stick shift was really, really hard. And then I just never had another chance to try to learn until now. It wasn't on the schedule for our driving training, but the instructors took pity on me when they found out I couldn't drive stick at all and gave me personalized instruction for an hour (along with one other student who also didn't know how to do it, which made me feel a little better). And it turns out driving stick is super easy if it's with a car that actually works right. (At least, it's super easy if you're on a closed course with no pressure from traffic and it doesn't really matter if you happen to crash into anything. But I think I'd be fine driving in a normal setting as well.)
Anyway, so yay for driving training! Now I am just wishing I got the opportunity to drive more often, but I guess I will get plenty of that in Nairobi - driving on the left side of the road, no less - that should be interesting.
I've only ever tried to learn to drive stick shift one time before, shortly after I got my license when I was sixteen. My grandma tried to teach me out in the pastures on their farm on this ancient, broken-down truck (the gas pedal didn't even have the flat pedal-part attached to it anymore, it was just this metal stick/wire thing coming out of the floorboard, hard to find with your foot and even harder to put the right amount of pressure on). Even experienced drivers had trouble driving that truck, so sixteen-year-old me couldn't even get it into first gear - it just stalled every time, and (did I mention the brakes were pretty much shot?) then we would start rolling backwards towards the pond, and my grandma would be yelling at me to get the truck started again and get it moving so we wouldn't fall into the pond...
So I came out of that experience thinking that driving stick shift was really, really hard. And then I just never had another chance to try to learn until now. It wasn't on the schedule for our driving training, but the instructors took pity on me when they found out I couldn't drive stick at all and gave me personalized instruction for an hour (along with one other student who also didn't know how to do it, which made me feel a little better). And it turns out driving stick is super easy if it's with a car that actually works right. (At least, it's super easy if you're on a closed course with no pressure from traffic and it doesn't really matter if you happen to crash into anything. But I think I'd be fine driving in a normal setting as well.)
Anyway, so yay for driving training! Now I am just wishing I got the opportunity to drive more often, but I guess I will get plenty of that in Nairobi - driving on the left side of the road, no less - that should be interesting.
Former Gates Foundation exec Raj Shah to head USAID
Article in the Seattle Times about the probable new Administrator for USAID. Now if we could just get a director for OFDA too...
Monday, November 02, 2009
Driving training
So I have survived my first day of driving training, and I would love to tell you all about it, but pretty much the first thing the instructor told us this morning was that what we're learning this week is sensitive information, and so we shouldn't go blabbing about it or leave our books lying around where someone might see them. Because we don't want the bad guys to know how we're trained to react if we're attacked, so that they can attack us better.
My first thought when he said that, though, was: if the bad guys are coming all the way to Virginia to get information on me or to attack me, I am in big trouble, and I don't think this course is going to be enough to keep me safe.
But instead of telling you what I've been up to, I will just say this: Bad Guys, I am learning all kinds of crazy stuff you do not want to have to deal with. So don't mess with me!
My first thought when he said that, though, was: if the bad guys are coming all the way to Virginia to get information on me or to attack me, I am in big trouble, and I don't think this course is going to be enough to keep me safe.
But instead of telling you what I've been up to, I will just say this: Bad Guys, I am learning all kinds of crazy stuff you do not want to have to deal with. So don't mess with me!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Catching up
I just checked, and it looks like it's been a month since I last posted anything. Oops. I guess that means my life has gotten into a routine. Work is going well - I've had some interesting training, and my supervisor seems to be warming up to me. This week I'm going to Richmond, VA for the best training of all - Security Driving, which I think means we'll be learning stuff like how to get away from an ambush. And we get to learn how to ram other cars. So if I don't get myself killed, it should be a lot of fun.
Just about everyone else who started at USAID at the same time as me is starting language training next week, so I'm going to have a possibly lonely month working at the Ronald Reagan Building. But I chose to put off my language training because there's some interesting stuff going on in November (Annual Program Reviews - doesn't that sound exciting? No? Well I guess that proves I am a dorky bureaucrat.), so hopefully it will be worth it. And then in December I'll start learning to speak French properly, inshallah.
Just about everyone else who started at USAID at the same time as me is starting language training next week, so I'm going to have a possibly lonely month working at the Ronald Reagan Building. But I chose to put off my language training because there's some interesting stuff going on in November (Annual Program Reviews - doesn't that sound exciting? No? Well I guess that proves I am a dorky bureaucrat.), so hopefully it will be worth it. And then in December I'll start learning to speak French properly, inshallah.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Working hard
Yesterday, after spending eight hours straight staring at my computer, researching climate change, I came home, ate dinner, and promptly fell asleep on my couch... at 6 pm. I guess I must have been a little tired.
And then I woke up this morning and heard on NPR that there was an earthquake off Indonesia, which caused a tsunami on Samoa. Which motivated me to get back to work, so that someday, hopefully soon, I will get to be one of the people on the relief team responding to disasters like that.
And then I spent another eight hours staring at the computer, researching climate change.
And then I woke up this morning and heard on NPR that there was an earthquake off Indonesia, which caused a tsunami on Samoa. Which motivated me to get back to work, so that someday, hopefully soon, I will get to be one of the people on the relief team responding to disasters like that.
And then I spent another eight hours staring at the computer, researching climate change.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Finished training
I officially finished training on Thursday, which means now I get to do some actual work. First up: researching how climate change is likely to cause displacement and conflict. Should be interesting, but I have to say, reading climate change articles is awfully depressing. It goes so quickly from "Here's what is likely to happen with a 1 degree Celsius increase in average temperatures" to "We're all doomed!"
Also, I should clarify: my official mandated training is over (10 weeks of it, in case you haven't been counting), but that doesn't mean that I'm actually done with training. Now I just get to choose which trainings I want/think I need to take. So this next week I have a one-and-a-half day training (if they let me into the class, I'm keeping my fingers crossed on that one) on how to use field communications equipment like satellite phones. And next week I have a training to learn how to respond to disasters as part of a deployed team (DART - Disaster Assistance Response Team).
So I'm still going to be really busy; actually I'm not quite sure how I'm going to find time to get the climate change project done. Might have to do some super early mornings (because I hate late nights).
Also, I should clarify: my official mandated training is over (10 weeks of it, in case you haven't been counting), but that doesn't mean that I'm actually done with training. Now I just get to choose which trainings I want/think I need to take. So this next week I have a one-and-a-half day training (if they let me into the class, I'm keeping my fingers crossed on that one) on how to use field communications equipment like satellite phones. And next week I have a training to learn how to respond to disasters as part of a deployed team (DART - Disaster Assistance Response Team).
So I'm still going to be really busy; actually I'm not quite sure how I'm going to find time to get the climate change project done. Might have to do some super early mornings (because I hate late nights).
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Death by powerpoint
Okay, I've had it. I've tried really hard, but I just can't take it anymore. Hour after hour, day after day, of looking at powerpoints and having people talk at me... it's physically hurting me now. The CIA should look into powerpoint lecturing for their interrogation program. Or not, since I'm anti-torture.
Anyway, it's been nine weeks now since I started my job, which means nine weeks of training, mostly by powerpoint. One week to go. And then I'll get to do some actual work for a few weeks, inshallah. I hope I don't discover that my brain has been completely lobotomized by staring at all these powerpoints the last few weeks and that I'm now completely useless.
But on a positive note, I also had some really good meetings yesterday. One was about flooding in Senegal, so I was the local-knowledge "expert" (which of course I'm not really, but I did have a few thoughts to contribute, which made me feel good). The other was trying to figure out what I'm actually going to be doing in Kenya, which was just as unclear after the meeting as before, but at least I know now that I'm confused because everyone else is too, and not because I'm missing out on some important piece of information. And everyone was very nice and trying to be helpful, which reinforced my feeling that USAID is going to be a good place for me to work. Even if they are giving me a lobotomy by powerpoint.
Anyway, it's been nine weeks now since I started my job, which means nine weeks of training, mostly by powerpoint. One week to go. And then I'll get to do some actual work for a few weeks, inshallah. I hope I don't discover that my brain has been completely lobotomized by staring at all these powerpoints the last few weeks and that I'm now completely useless.
But on a positive note, I also had some really good meetings yesterday. One was about flooding in Senegal, so I was the local-knowledge "expert" (which of course I'm not really, but I did have a few thoughts to contribute, which made me feel good). The other was trying to figure out what I'm actually going to be doing in Kenya, which was just as unclear after the meeting as before, but at least I know now that I'm confused because everyone else is too, and not because I'm missing out on some important piece of information. And everyone was very nice and trying to be helpful, which reinforced my feeling that USAID is going to be a good place for me to work. Even if they are giving me a lobotomy by powerpoint.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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