Monthly Archives: December 2008

Farvel 2008

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Since I’ll be in the airport tomorrow and unable to write up a poignant farewell to 2008, I figured I’d do a quick little something a day early.

There were so many things to be grateful for this year. As always, my friends scattered all over the country were the highlights – from being asked to be a groomsman in a wedding to watching from afar as my bestest had her second daughter, not to mention the amazing care packages and postcards sent to me in Denmark, my tribe rallied around me this year in a spectacular way.

This year, I also learned to love my country. Watching Obama win from afar gave me the distance I needed to see myself belonging to the chorus of supporters. For the first time I really felt American, and felt proud of all the baggage that comes along with that. Coming home last week further solidified this feeling. For the first time in months I found myself surrounded by a bunch of Americans in the Copenhagen airport, feeling annoyed because we are so loud and so animated and so boisterous. Once this initial culture shock wore off, it felt familiar and comfortable and I was able to engage with the friendly faces and smiles that warmed my cold Scandinavian heart.

Somewhat related, I found home this year. Being away from Seattle made me miss it in a terrible way – I longed for the rain and the coffee shops and the majestic mountains and the grocery stores (there is something terrifying about not being able to read labels and seeing nothing but sad, bruised produce). I would read the Slog and peruse the show listings and feel so homesick I could smell the dirty Capitol Hill streets awash in constant downpour. I also missed that more abstract feeling of belonging and understanding, and I would pine for the days of not feeling like an outsider and being able to give someone directions and to walk around without feeling dazed by the totally unfamiliar language around me.

Most importantly, I missed the one person who makes it all come together. Of course I’d be introduced to him through a friend, and of course he was in my backyard the entire time I lived in Sonoma Country, but this was the year that we’d finally meet: in an whirlwind birthday weekend I found my center, my rock, and my partner. Left in the aftermath of the rapid-fire conversation and intense chemistry, I knew something giant had happened. Fast-forward five months later to this new year marked by meeting his family and hauling his stuff up here so that we can begin anew in our home.

So, in short, 2008? Epic. EPIC.

Too lazy and too cold

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So, I made it back to Seattle just in time to witness an epic snowstorm. Apparently Capitol Hill doesn’t rank highly on important neighborhoods to the city because it’s still a giant pain in the ass to get off of my street. As I trekked out to Gig Harbor yesterday to spend Christmas with the family, I managed to get stuck going DOWNHILL. Thankfully someone pitied me trying to dig the tires out with an ice scraper and pushed me out.

As always, the holidays have been a bit dicey. I found out that while I was in Denmark my Grandpa was diagnosed with stage IIIa lung cancer and had his second chemo treatment on Christmas eve. Cancer is always a bitch to deal with, but when it rains down on a man who has basically been a father to you, it feels like a sucker punch. He’s dealing with it like a trooper, so I guess I have to as well.

New Years Eve should be a lot better, ushering in a new chapter of my life. Drew and I will be making the harrowing drive up from the Bay Area with some of his stuff in a van, so think happy thoughts for us. Also, think happy thoughts for clear roads as I have to be back in class the morning of January 5th.

Anyway, I would’ve hoped for a more eloquent and thought-proving update, but my feet are a bit numb and my mind is currently a bit blown by a very welcomed blast from the past, so I’ll post more when I come down.

I tried to take a break from the internet but failed.

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Prague, oh Prague.

It’s good for me to be in a country that isn’t super accessible to English speakers. I have Denmark and Berlin to thank for warping my fragile mind into thinking every EU country is cool with it. It’s arrogant, and I’m glad to have that notion challenged. It’s a difficult city to navigate because of this language barrier (and even character barrier – I can’t quite grasp what all the letters sound like), but sometimes being lost and confused is a good thing.

Also, there is something to be said for a city that was untouched by WWII. There is a definite aged quality to Prague, something markedly different than the other European cities. Both the people and the buildings have a distinctive weathered and charming character. I’m staying in a cool little hostel 20 meters away from Kostel Matky Boží před Týnem which is an incredible sight and sound to wake up to in the morning. This afternoon I will go frolic in Malá Strana to blow some time before the Prague Royal Orchestra performance.

As I bid farewell to Europe in such a grand, epic way, I’m grateful for all the steps that got me here: deciding to go back to school, deciding to study abroad, all my friends who helped me edit my essay to apply for the Denmark program, and to myself for being a brave and somewhat reckless person who never thinks risks through all the way. I’m worried about going home to such poor economic conditions while racking up more student loan debt, but fuck it – this has been worth it.

Anyway, off I go. Besitos to you all.

Hot damn

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My last week here in Europe is shaping up to be an intense one.

First, I wasn’t aware/spaced out/totally forgot that I have an oral exam on Friday. And this ORAL EXAM (egads) is in front of more than one person. I am guessing that this project really does resemble a Masters thesis with each passing day. I’m not sure what to expect, but here’s to hoping that it isn’t a total disaster. I need any luck you can spare, as I’m woefully unprepared.

Second, I booked tickets to go to the Prague Royal Orchestra next Tuesday. It seems like one of the ways to mesh two loves: cellos and castles. The concert is in St. George’s Basilica, which is located in Prague Castle. Beyond the concert, I have no plans for Prague, so any suggestions are welcome. Plus, I’ll be traveling alone so I have no ones agenda holding me down.

Third, I’ll be back in Seattle on Thursday, so let’s meet up for coffee or something. I’m really excited to be back, and am a bit surprised it’s already time to come home.

Lastly, while it’s something I don’t really talk about here (or with anyone, really) I just wanted to brag for a minute that December is my 5th month of sobriety. Being in Europe without drinking has been really difficult, but totally worth the struggle. I know the holidays are really rough on me and typically a time to get blackout-drunk. Since I know other folks have a similar distaste for these days, I’d like to try to make it a more positive time for me and my people. Cookie and tea parties, anyone?

Finals, DK style

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Imagine this: you walk around a room talking to all kinds of people about various issues on your mind, like gender and sex politics, the Third World (or Global South if you are a leftie like me), post-colonization Europe, etc. And out of this ‘conversation’ you start to find people who think a bit like you, or who at least are interested in the same shit you are. And out of this experience, you commit to doing a project together to explore some question. This is the foundation of the Roskilde University group project.

My group consisted of all Communication and Journalism folks, and this isn’t coincidental. I proposed a project before this group formation process. My proposal was focused on newspapers, so other people into journalism gravitated in my general direction so we could sniff each other out. And we found that we had similar views. Shortly thereafter, my group was born and we dove right into research.

The university learning model here is almost explicitly theory driven. While at UW we obviously use theory, it is used in a supportive cast role than a central figurehead way. So throughout the project formation process people kept asking me which theorists I’d be using, I shrugged and said it’d come with time. To me working with theory didn’t seem as interesting as doing the research, seeing what we could uncover, and only then find some theorists to help explain the results. This small divide in approach to group work soon became a bigger and bigger issue.

I came up with some theorists to satisfy my group. I figured since we were doing image and text analysis, we’d use Norman Fairclough’s Critical Discourse Analysis. Someone else recommended we use Brigette Frello’s (a Roskilde University professor) work on homeland and nation identity as the other central piece. And armed with these two central theories as a starting point to dive in to our project in early October.

Oh, our project? Well thankfully for me, it remained intact from my original proposal. I wanted to take a look at articles on immigration from U.S. and Danish newspapers and see if there were any similarities between the ways immigrants are talked about. It’s a simple project formed out of the parallels between proposed immigration reforms in both countries, and since the whole point of my study abroad program is to study immigration and race and gender why not look to newspapers as a site of analysis? Plus, I have a long history with newspaper production and I wanted to explore how powerful they are in contributing to how people talk and think. And equally as awesome was the fact we had Danish speakers in our group, so we could do untranslated discourse analysis, adding some fuel to our claims.

We added more theorists as we moved along, because we started looking at power structures and how discourse contributes to truth (Michel Foucault), and to explain how immigration and remittances and gender and neoliberalism all are intertwined we applied transnational feminism, we brought in some more specific discourse analysis theory to apply to newspapers, with then threw a little image analysis theory on top.

Needless to say, our project turned into a beast. Sure, a tamable beast, but a beast nonetheless. As the end of November came, the six of us in the group started spending 12 hours a day together. We’d meet up at an apartment in Copenhagen, armed with shitty snack food, our laptops, headphones and iPods, loads of caffeine, and our snarky selves. These intense academic days drove me nuts. I’d work on these same pages for hours at a time, trying to figure out why Foucault changed his mind on discursive power so many times, or how the World Bank could use such obvious gender stereotypes to form worldwide economic policies on folks sending money to the Global South. It was tough – but that’s what I came here for.

The final stretch about killed me. I’m not even kidding. By 7:30 pm last Thursday I was crippled with pain radiating from the top of my head to the bottom of my shoulder blades. My vision was shot, I was nauseous, and I could not form coherent sentences any more. I left my group to finish the conclusion without me, laid in bed in the fetal position with all my lights off, and cried myself to sleep. It was horrible, and most likely the result of 8 weeks of intense writing and academic research, shitty eating, and inadequate sleep.

As I took all our printed pages to a copy shop yesterday morning, I watched a man poke holes in the pages we worked so hard on, and in that rhythm of the hole punching I started to let it go: all that tension in my body, the frustration I had with myself and my group at various points during the project, and the guilt that I had about leaving my group to wrap things up at the last minute. When I finally dropped off the project and started to walk away, the emotional weight melted off. I was left with unadulterated pride. We did it. I did it.

I approached this project, and Denmark in general, as a test to myself. Am I going to get something out of being back in school (again) this time? Do I have the gusto to actually make a difference in the world? Can I be disciplined and tough on myself? I think I proved I am and I can and I did. And now I have this 119 page project to prove it.

MiniAir

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I’m in the midst of CrazyChaosPanicTIme. You know, that time in a semester where everything is a flurry of chaos and stress eating and lots of writing, intersperced with bouts of hysteric laughing and Sir-Mix-A-Lot dance offs. Well my 100 page group paper is due on Friday, so hopefully things will calm down in a few. I promise to go into minute details that will make you cry after I get a little space from this very intense group process and project, but in the meantime, go wander this way and download some new music by Miniature Airlines (aka Successless aka Dylan). I was happy to lend some photos for the album artwork (which turned out lovely, of course) and the music provided a great writing soundtrack today. So, go on, what are you waiting for?