tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640378752989892832024-03-14T01:32:53.046-07:00All Aboard the Crazy BusMcKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-555354408515360702016-11-06T11:50:00.003-08:002016-11-06T12:04:16.257-08:00A Few Months Into Our Second Post- Brasília, Brazil <span style="font-size: large;">We feel like legit Foreign Service people now that we are on our second tour. We can use words that make us sound a little less inexperienced , such as... "I remember my first EER season" or "Before the rules changed for EFM DS Clearances it only took a few months, not this insane 9-12 months business!" That also means we have had two wildly different experiences living life and working outside the US. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"> Commute- most embassy folks live within a 15- 25 minute drive (not rush hour) to/from work and home. With rush hour add about 10-15 minutes. Traffic isn't an issue in comparison. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">You can drive! In Brasília most local people drive similarly to</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Americans, excluding the handful of crazies who do things that will make you shake your head in disbelief. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Brazilians are fun! No timid, passive aggressive behavior here. If they feel it- they express it. You are welcome to express yourself as well- this goes for all emotions: love, humor, frustration, disappointment, whatever it is- go for it! Just don't expect your American friends to appreciate such gestures. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Delicious meat, veggies, fruits and breads- The food here is easily a full step better quality than in the US. Anything you eat will have less "science" and less sugar involved. Clean eating isn't a problem here. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Church life- Christians (Catholic, Protestant and LDS) in Brasília will not be alone. Lots going on here for the church crowd.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Alcohol: Brazilians know how to brew beer! Lots of red wine - BEAUTIFUL Argentinan Malbecs are about $20-$30 a bottle. Cocktail lovers aren't neglected though cocktails aren't as popular here as they are in the US. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Your fancy gin and small batch bourbons are either not here, or they cost R$360 (over $100 USD). </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Household helpers </span><span style="font-size: large;">in Indonesia become part of the family. The hardest part of leaving Jakarta was grieving over my maid and driver's absence in my life. The service they provided was vital to our living day to day life there, but I also came to care for them as I would family. </span><span style="font-size: large;">They were a part of our family and we loved them (Bu Nit and Pak Sumardi were the best!).</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Shopping! Oh, the shopping in Indonesia is off the hook </span><span style="font-size: large;">awesome. Shopping for quality, handmade items </span><span style="font-size: large;">is worth a trip to Indonesia all by itself. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Fine restaurants- Jakarta has a few French restaurants, fairly decently Mexican food, excellent Indian food restaurants, American </span><span style="font-size: large;">style burgers and loads of pizza. I would be remiss to not to also </span><span style="font-size: large;">mention the cool bars and nightclubs. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Jakarta Intercultural School, JIS, is heads and shoulders better than most foreign Post schools. We miss it ever single day. </span></li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09836150464898820090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-42594180182026914052015-09-07T11:25:00.002-07:002015-09-07T11:25:45.012-07:00Welcome Back to NOVA. Did You Bring Your Checkbook?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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After living for two years in Jakarta, we got very familiar with insane traffic, the same weather every day, and an <i>inshallah</i> attitude to things that should have worked or been available but weren't. We have been on home leave for about a month in Texas and the Pacific Northwest, and have had a great time. But it's time to get back to work and for kids to go to school, so we just landed back in everyone's favorite childrens gulag, Oakwood Falls Church.<br />
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The public schools here still treat us as invaders, and thinking about how transient and high-maintenance we State people are, I can understand, though the attitude is a little hard to take sometimes. Both sides know we are one family-friendly post going on authorized departure from flooding their schools. Still, I think I was nicer at the visa window giving somebody a lifetime ineligibility to travel to the U.S. than some administrators have been in demanding papers from us. It's high stress for everybody involved, so maybe a little more kindness or courtesy from all sides would be welcome.<br />
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What I had forgotten (or maybe it really <i>has</i> gotten worse) is what I would call the friction or hassle of living here. Non-Virginia resident with out of state plates? You still have to register with the City for a parking permit or get fined. New since I was here last: an additional sticker to purchase for non-residents to travel down certain streets during rush hour. Not to park-to travel through the streets. This is revenue enhancement taken to a new level. There are also many "everybody knows, so why tell you?" aspects to living here. Lots of people get their touch on you just for moving to town, registering your kids for things, and trying to settle down.<br />
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When we were overseas, we followed events in Ferguson, MO and other places closely. What struck me as a former defense attorney the most was the Justice Dept. report that showed that, in an effort to keep taxes low and make things attractive for the middle and upper classes, the police and courts were treating the poor as a revenue source, issuing multiple tickets for a single stop, piling on court costs and additional fines when someone couldn't pay the first ticket, etc., and being complimented by the city government for doing so. In this scenario, police become not primarily law enforcement but revenue agents, because promotions and pay follow the amount of tickets the cop writes. Cops who complained about this in Ferguson were more or less told to shut up and write more tickets.<br />
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So when I came back to NOVA, I saw more roads with 25mph speed limits. These are four-lane boulevards that in many other states we visited during home leave had 35-45mph speed limits. Along most of these roads is an additional sign proclaiming the area to be a residential zone that adds $200.00 to any other fines and fees for speeding. Some of these "residential zones" have at least as many businesses as residences on them.<br />
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On Sunday morning, we were driving Route 7 to Tyson's Corner to visit an auto dealership. I saw two different people pulled over by the police for some traffic violation. At one point I turned off of Route 7 onto a side road. A city cop made a hard turn behind me and pulled up to my rear bumper so close I could not see his headlights. He followed us like this for over a mile. If I slowed down in fear, would I be ticketed for creating an obstruction? If I had pulled over, for illegally driving on the shoulder? If I tried to get more distance between us, surely it would have been a speeding ticket. So, I drove at 2 mph under the speed limit, slowed down to the recommended speed in the turns, etc. After that mile or so the cop crossed a double yellow line to pass me, and hooked a left at an intersection without slowing down for a stop sign.<br />
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The whole thing feels like the locals are aiming to prey upon us out-of-towners so that they can become the tick on the right.<br />
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And we haven't even started back at work where we will be fighting the email transfer and ID badge renewal process...<br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-53312747493386992552015-07-18T09:25:00.000-07:002015-07-18T19:18:38.779-07:00First Post ReflectionsWe are only a few days until lift off. Reflecting back two years ago I can't believe how incredibly good our tour here has been. Rest assured, "incredibly good" does not mean super easy, low stress, or without it's frustrations. Not at all. I call it good because we have learned so much, seen and experienced many crazy awesome or interesting things. But alas- We have reached the end of our time here.<br />
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1. We have made good friends here! People we will keep in our hearts no matter where we are.<br />
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2. Indonesia is simply amazing! Jakarta's traffic is horrendous but other than that the physical land and sea of Indonesia is beautiful. The places we were able to visit were pretty much post card perfect.<br />
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8. No matter where you are or what you doing- while at a foreign post you are representing the United States. The same is also true for your whole family.<br />
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9. Not everyone feels they "are where they are supposed to be". If you do have that assurance you are going to be happier in general.<br />
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10. Rules are strictly enforced for almost everyone but for a select few they don't apply at all.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09836150464898820090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-52330203741594964882015-07-17T01:04:00.001-07:002015-07-17T01:24:18.710-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">A very <i>McKeating</i> anniversary:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> Sean and I just celebrated 24 years as married people in typical <i>McKeating</i> tradition- we packed boxes and were knee-deep in "stuff"</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">. Ah, the romance of a transcontinental move! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">At a less chaotic moment, I started calculating the times we've had a normal anniversary (like on tv) vs a more utilitarian celebration (like sharing a role of tape). The answer: the utilitarian version, by a long shot. Truly, I think the month of July is rigged or something. We don't move every July, but when we do move it usually falls during the month of July, our anniversary month. Maybe that explains why we've never been the red roses and blue Tiffany's box kind of couple, though I wouldn't mind giving it a try (we did go to Vegas once). Instead we are usually hyper focused on getting some big out-the-ordinary project wrapped up, or maybe we are just starting one at that time. It could be because our big day is so close to a major holiday, too. In our case this year, it's all of the above. </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We are just wrapping up our first Foreign Service tour. It's been exciting, to say the least. We can both say this experience has far exceeded our expectations. </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We are also embarking on our next big adventure: Brasilia, 2016! Actually, Oakwood and FSI first, but that's where the adventure gains traction. </span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09836150464898820090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-35378429726590750262014-05-19T08:28:00.000-07:002014-05-19T08:28:26.206-07:00All The Blog Posts In My HeadI have to apologize for my long silence but since I joined the "appreciating the work/life balance" crew (full time mom and full time employee) I struggle to find the creative space to sit down and write a post- though I haven't really been as neglectful as it may seem; I think about our blog readers all the time. I see something, I go somewhere or experience a new taste sensation and I think, "I must write a blog post about this!" Such as Martabak, an amazing dessert that somehow made it onto my fork.<br />
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One of my favorite things is my once a month book club. We're a small and loud (I think we would<br />
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Here is another blog post that I wrote (in my head)- This Spring I was lucky enough to have my dear cousin Phil and his wife Carmen make the long journey from Texas to visit us. They were such fun guests because they didn't mind a little discomfort (such as picking any random reflexology foot massage place in the rougher side of town) in order to have some new experiences. Well, Phil had done his research on the various fun things to do in Jakarta. He had barely stepped off of the airplane when he said that his goal was to visit the Jakarta cobra markets. And that we did! Phil was a trooper and hung in there as he unknowingly ordered a magical tincture made of the blood of one cobra and two other black and yellow snakes and some local "jamu" (herb based medicine), oh and the "squeezins" of the cobra's gall bladder (or that's what we assume it was). Poor Phil believed he had walked into a restaurant where he could order up a basket of fried snake fingers- not an old Javanese traditional version of Viagra. </div>
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Here is another blog post I've had in my head- island hopping. This is a shot from the beach of our favorite Indonesian get away- Gili <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Trawangan. </span>Gili T. is a tiny island located in the gorgeous turquoise sea between Bali and Lombok. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of the drawbacks of living overseas is missing all the food from back home. We are lucky and blessed to have a commissary at our post, so if you just can't live another day without your favorite junk food or beer, you can probably get it here, as long as money is no object. Somedays, only a Pop-Tart (c) will do, you know what I'm saying? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But what you really begin to miss are the ethnic and local foods available at restaurants back home that just aren't available, or even more frustrating, they have something with the same name here but it just isn't the same. But lately, good things have been happening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have managed to find, not too far away even, a taqueria. It is a little hole in the wall joint that seats about 17 close friends, it's cheap, of amazing taste but dubious healthiness. Almost like what we enjoyed in Laredo!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, yeah, all the favorites. Injera, doro wat, that spinach dish :-), and small cups of atomic-strength Ethiopian coffee for dessert. Our friends bring t'eff from America when they go home and make injera for their family every week. They have said come over any time. If we went as often as we liked, they wouldn't be saying that any more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was a lovely evening with colleagues who had been posted to Addis Ababa, talking East African politics, eating until we burst, and listening to Teddy Afro.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, in the last two weeks we have had two homecomings for our stomachs, and things are good, really good. As long as we meet Mexican and Ethiopian friends at all of our Foreign Service posts, we may just be able to make it in this life.</span><br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-63803717666743795702014-02-09T02:55:00.001-08:002014-02-09T02:55:36.901-08:00Long Absences and State Brain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">So, obviously we haven't written in a while. Christmas Season at the house for L and Christmas travel season at the consular section for me made for a hectic end of the year. So, yes, we are still alive, still in Indonesia, and still gainfully employed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Since our last post, things have gotten way more hectic in our lives. L starts work at the embassy tomorrow, and we have had to adjust for two full-time working parents in our household of three kids and a dog. My job has also changed a great deal recently.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In our consular section, we are small enough that every six months or so we rotate through portfolios like non-immigrant visa (NIV), American citizen services, etc. I started, as all new officers do, in NIV. It takes the most time and personnel of anything that we do, even after we rotate away from strict NIV work into one of the other rotations. Any day people are out sick or away, or for some reason we have a large number of applicants, we leave our rotations and go back to NIV for as long as we are needed. So really, when you take a rotation you don't get to change one job for another so much as add one job to another, at least some of the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Between this development, front office projects, outreach and VIP activities, etc., let's just say that I have had to expand my capacity for work. Rest assured that in my diseased mind this is a good thing, and I am loving it. The increased pace has led me to adopting what I call State Brain, but any organization that demands a constant high pace probably has the same thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">With State Brain, your mind is full of one concept or task and completely engaged for as long as it takes, some times hours, some times minutes. Then an email, phone call, or person comes to you with the next thing to focus on. You quickly have to dump out of your head what you are working on, load in the new task, and concentrate fully on that one. Repeat, either several times a day or here recently many times an hour. The capacity for your brain to act like a rail car or commercial truck for which the cargo carriers are being loaded, moved some distance, and then replaced with another one is what I mean when I say State Brain. It's not multi-tasking, just high demand fast switching between tasks. A to-do list is an absolute must to avoid anything being dropped. Lunches are no longer anything other than mandatory nutrition loading. You start taking work with you to the bathroom. Any first year associate at a large law firm or medical resident knows exactly what I am talking about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Prior to taking the full time job at the embassy, L worked for three weeks on a special project. She is starting to develop State Brain too, for she has begun to communicate with me in dreaded three-letter acronyms, and recently gave me provisional instructions on what kind of flea prevention to buy our dog, because she wanted time to check out different brands and prices. A normal person would say "I am thinking we should buy brand X but let me check around some first before you go to the store." What she actually told me was: "Brand X at Store Y. Get the variety for our dog's weight. Green package. HOLD UNTIL I CLEAR." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To which I can only say, "Welcome, L, to you your new brain."</span><br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-73532997638140045362013-11-10T03:11:00.000-08:002013-11-10T03:16:02.901-08:00Now, That's The Stuff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">We didn't join the Foreign Service just to interview people for visas and talk to people in our host country's government, as important as those things are. We also wanted to meet ordinary Indonesians and serve them in some way. After a little while getting the lay of the land, we were fortunate to meet a local lawyer who put us in touch with the Yayasan Pemimpin Anak Bangsa, or the National Youth Leader Foundation. Sounds like a big-time NGO, but it's basically a school where both children and adult students come for several hours every Saturday to either get primary or GED education, or help with preparing for the national university exams. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kiki, the founder of the school, wanted to give non-traditional students a place to learn at an accelerated pace, in English (somewhat), and eventually have the students pass the national exams. The location itself is hosted by a retiree from the national power company and is located on the grounds of his house in Central Jakarta. It is not in the glitzy high-rise part of Jakarta, although you can see them past the huge electricity towers located there. It is in an area one step above a slum, with lots of poverty, single-parent families, and people who had to stop their education because they had to work to eat. Besides the land owner and the founder, the school is staffed on a rotating basis by lawyers and other professionals who want to give back to the community. Classes include English, mathematics, and national test preparation for the older students, and basic skills for the younger ones. Lainie went last week to see the school and couldn't stop talking about it. You could say this kind of thing that is right up her alley. She talked me into going back out yesterday with our local friend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We started our visit by attending the younger kids' class. It was a mob of kids, more students than usual because word spread around the neighborhood that Bule' (white foreigners) were at the school. We led the kids in some English exercises, sang some songs together, and talked about our family, life in America, and watched them fidget and roughhouse. At the end of class, we handed out potato chips from the States, which was a huge hit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After that we were milling around in the street waiting for the adult classes to start, and I asked one of the kids if he wanted to get launched like a rocket. After some fear and trepidation, he was ready. So "tiga, dua, satu (3,2,1)..." and I hiked him up into the air and put him back down, with rocket noises. Instantly the entire class also wanted to be launched, over the roof, across the river, or to America. After about 15 of these the launch pad had to be closed because the rocket (yours truly) was out of fuel! Then came re-enactments of Bruce Lee movies, tackle the "monster" and everything else possible when a smiling giant is in town. It was panic in the streets for awhile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After dinner we were introduced to the adult class. Here my Indonesian language skills were given a workout. These were non traditional students that have jobs and a very busy life but are motivated to continue to learn to better themselves and their families with education. They have my great respect.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They asked about where we were from, what I liked and didn't like about Jakarta, about my job and things they knew about America. I answered those questions with as much humor, humility and proper Indonesian as I had. I asked them about their studies and families. We had a ball together. And then came the inevitable request that I had been dreading. Would I please sing something?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now, this is a very Asian thing. To refuse would not exactly be an insult, but it would put distance between us. So, I asked what I should sing. My wife, God love her, suggested an Eagles song. No way. Then one of the volunteer teachers suggested our "lagu kebangsaan." I hadn't heard this term but I knew "lagu" was "song" and "bangsa" was national, and the dime dropped as I realized they wanted me to sing the Star Spangled Banner. In public. By myself. The song with the weird rhythm and crazy range that wrecked a thousand sporting events. But, just like dinner, I could not refuse. With a hard swallow, I began belting it out with gusto, and what did I hear but my wife joining in! You can't imagine how good it was having just one more person to sing with in those circumstances.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After that came what I have learned is a Jakarta tradition after any event. Photographs! Always two or three with everyone being serious, and one with everyone acting crazy, putting rabbit ears behind each other's heads, etc. A long walk down a dark alley to the main road later, and it was a taxi ride home. A long, exhausting, exhilarating experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As a Consular officer, we meet with people outside the government everyday at the visa window. But the people rich enough to travel to the U.S. are still in the upper 5% of Indonesian society. Our great fortune in meeting our local friend and her connecting us with this school has given us a chance to meet at length with ordinary Indonesians. For some hours yesterday, we <i>were</i> America for the kids and adults we met and talked with. These people would have little chance of meeting us in other circumstances. Now, it was hot and humid and we were surrounded by mosquitos, burning trash, and all the other marks of poor areas in the tropics. We got out of there late, bitten, sticky and tired and then enjoyed a 1.5 hour taxi ride to travel 10 miles in the usual Jakarta traffic. (More singing together as requested by the taxi driver, this time the Rolling Stones). I still have two more days to wait to see if my dinner is going to send me to Singapore.</span><br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-68570279227523187732013-10-07T06:20:00.000-07:002013-10-07T06:25:35.947-07:00How Did the Chicken Cross the Road?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The picture to the left is a typical Jakarta surface street on a Saturday morning when traffic is light. What the picture cannot tell you is that the speed limit here is basically, "How fast can you go?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Most days, that means 0-5 miles per hour. On the rare light traffic days, it can reach 30 mph. The worst is when the traffic is heavy but moving, because everyone is desparate to get as far as possible before the inevitable traffic jam. But you know what you don't see in that picture or most anywhere else in Jakarta? Sidewalks!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sidewalks, traffic lights and streetcrossings do exist in some places, but since those are merely lights on a pole or lines of paint on the street, they don't do much to slow down traffic. And yet, many times in Jakarta you simply <b>must </b>cross the street. What to do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the human hand, also known here as the "tangan dukun" or black magic hand when used to cross the street here. Here is how you use it. First, swallow hard and get very philosophical about whether you are going to live longer than the next 2 minutes. Then, put the magic hand out at shoulder height or lower in the direction of oncoming traffic. Step off the curb and walk at a consistent speed across the road, no matter how fast the cars are coming or how soft and squishy you feel compared to the buses and trucks heading towards you. That's it. I've seen it work a thousand times in my tour so far, and never seen anyone run over. But there are some "dont's" you have to avoid:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. DON'T look at the drivers, only your destination. If the drivers see you look at them, they know you can see them and should avoid them. This can be hard to do if you are only 1/3 of the way across and have already been buzzed by 20 motorcycles. Stay tough, stare straight ahead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. DON'T vary your speed once you start across. The drivers rocketing towards you are assuming a constant rate of speed on your part as they calculate how close they can come to clipping you. If you get scared and stop, or think you are close enough to run the last little gap, you will be crushed.</span><br />
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It was just three years ago as of yesterday when we landed in Houston's airport with our youngest son. It's an anniversary that reminds us that our hope and desire to adopt an amazing kid was more than fulfilled. Our life has been blessed beyond our wildest dreams. He is an incredible person. He is funny. He is mature. He is wise beyond his years. He has got me heart and soul. I honestly can't remember life without him here. All three of my kids my treasures. I am a very lucky mom!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I feel like the last two months I have been living way outside of my previous experiences and yet I feel oddly at ease living in Jakarta. But when I come up against a learning experience that requires me to give myself a little grace I toss the situation into a file I call Lainie's l<i>earning curve.</i> We are new to Jakarta, new to serving abroad with the Foreign Service, therefore grace is required as we figure these things out, this is what I tell myself probably 10 times a day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Many kind people have inquired, "How is the transition going for you?" I do a quick mood diagnostic and most of the time I can say "I think I am hanging in there pretty good." I've had a few frustrating situations that had me in tears but I think we are all doing really well for the most part. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, here's the Learning Curve list as it stands so far. It is in no particular order.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>EFM (family member of an officer) Embassy Jobs, </b> Picture this: 25 over qualified people all want a shot at the four mostly clerical or managerial jobs currently listed (reason for this is that our diplomatic status prevents us from working within the local economy). Here is a hint: If you are applying don't say a word to anyone. If you do let it slip that you interviewed for a job do your level best to make sure you let it go and are not bothered by the fact someone you know and like well got the job and you didn't. It's just part of life at post, apparently.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Secondly, the interview panel may ask you, "What are your career goals as an EFM?" and it <i>may</i> not be to your advantage to express that you feel that the question is a just a bit condescending. When asked I found myself struggling with the expected (interviewer wants to hear) answer and what I felt was a more honest answer. So, I went with my gut and suggested that a better question would be, "What are my<b> <i>hopes</i> </b>for my career as an EFM?" instead of "goals." And, while it seemed to generate a few nods and smiles at that very moment I don't actually know if they <i>got it</i>. With that brave (and ironically prophetic) moment behind me, I <b>do not</b> regret being true to myself and explaining that I feel my wisest plan for being successful at EFMhood is not to have clearly defined personal career goals (which does <b>suck</b> pretty darn bad). Bottom line, we EFM's are basically powerless in the career dept. There are possibilities but they are not the same at every post and it is rare to find a job in our particular career field or skill set waiting for us at post. EFM's need to have a built in flexibility that allows us to reinvent ourselves at each new location. How do you do that and answer the question, "What are your goals as an EFM?" I would love for some wiser more experienced EFM's out there to chime in here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Driving Bu Lainie</b>. I knew we would have to buy a car and hire a driver when we arrived at post, all of it out of our pockets of course (mentioned just in case some readers thought otherwise). Though I had anticipated a feeling of "lack of independence" before we arrived I had no idea how truly odd having a driver drive me around all day would actually be. Initially, every time I climbed in the 2nd row I felt sort of ridiculous, it's a very used '04 Toyota Kijang, not a limo, it's not a taxi, it's my own vehicle. Then, there are the logistics, was my driver sitting out in the hot car as I grocery shopped? As I had lunch with friends? I hoped not- so therefore- I hurried and worried as if my dad, my husband or my son was outside impatiently waiting for me. I have since learned that the drivers usually have nice sitting areas where they play cards, get a drink of cool water and just hang out- so that burden has lifted somewhat. When we are home, between errands, my driver literally sits at a table under my car port and waits for me to need to go someplace or to send him for something. I really wrestled with all of this at first. I wondered, "Was it my job to keep him busy the whole time he was on the clock?" It felt odd, him waiting outside to be asked to drive me someplace while I was inside reading a book on my couch with no intentions of going anywhere. Dare I say I might have even resented it just a bit because I felt guilty that he was constantly waiting for me. Learning not to feel bad when our driver is driving me/not driving me has been/is one of the major items on my learning curve.</span><br />
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For those of you readers who have been overseas for the State Department before, this blog post will seem like very old news. But, hallelujah, our UAB arrived! This was 800 lbs of stuff that we sent airfreight from Virginia very shortly before we left for Jakarta. It took a few weeks, and things were delayed by the Lebaran/Idul Fitri holiday, but it came! It came!<br />
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This is our first overseas post, so this is all new to us. After weeks and weeks of using the standard issue coffee pot, dealing without the use of a great deal of our valued electronics, and only living with the clothes we could bring with us on the plane, you start to think that it will always be this way.<br />
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Not to be ungrateful at all. There is a welcome kit waiting in your house when you arrive, and it has plates and cups, kitchen utensils, even a nice but small TV. Everything you need to live a normal life. The fact that State makes these things available to you until all your things arrive is wonderful. But all that stuff isn't yours. It's not the things you chose for yourself or got used to over the years. Things like the Keurig coffee maker that changed your life when you got it last Christmas. Or the iMac that replaced the laptop that has been doing yeoman duty since we got to Jakarta. Or the slob clothes you haven't been able to wear since you packed your bags.<br />
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Just seeing all these things again creates a feeling of familiarity and comfort that is hard to describe. Last night we slept with our own blanket and pillow again. If you've ever been away from home a long time and then come back to sleep in your own bed, you know how good that is even if you truly enjoyed the trip.<br />
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Well, it's all here now. And this is just a downpayment on when the next huge load called HHE arrives later. When that one comes it will include all of our cra-I mean valued possessions that we haven't seen since joining the Foreign Service. Churches and NGO's throughout Indonesia will be flush with donations when that arrives, let me tell you. But for now, it's Christmas in August around here.<br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-10771201696070423452013-07-26T11:17:00.000-07:002013-07-26T11:17:38.274-07:00 At Post- Hello Jakarta!We've arrived at post! I would say things are going quite well so far. Jakarta is a very busy modern city. Getting around is tricky but there is a lot to see and do. The people are awesome, the food is good (and I was worried) and the temperature is cooler then I had assumed it would be primarily because it has been raining more than we expected. <span id="goog_1835752485"></span><br />
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We have been here for two weeks now but just moved into our housing today. We are very excited to finally be in our new place. Going the first couple of weeks without wifi was almost as difficult as being on a no carb diet!<br />
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In our first week we had lots of excitement but almost immediately I made a "welcome to reality" language blunder. The first morning that we woke up in Jakarta I needed to explain to our gate guard that my friend was coming to bring me some Rupiah (Indonesian currency). I needed to let him know so that he would allow her to enter when she arrived. So, in a moment of courage and good hearted ignorance, I tried to explain the plans but I could tell something had gone suddenly awry. As I spoke the young man seemed suddenly disturbed, his body language changed from a listening stance to a defensive/concerned look. I knew I had made an error and tried again - reusing the same words. After no marked improvement in his response it was clear to me that I had made a mistake. I started over again, this time adding a few more words here and there. Apparently he understood because a few minutes later my sponsor popped in, no problem with the guard was mentioned, thank goodness. Later that evening, I told Sean the story and he asked me to repeat what I had said to the guard. I did. Sean roared in laughter and said, "Oh honey, do you realize what you actually said? You basically asked the young man to be your friend and give you money!" He laughed harder still and said, "Then.... You asked him to please come inside!"<br />
Oooohhhh the shame. Complete and total fail. I never wanted to leave the house again. So, please learn from my mistake and get your second and third person pronouns correct! It makes a big difference.<br />
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Other than that and a few fights with intestinal parasites, we're doing great!<br />
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With apologies to General Eisenhower's message to the troops on D-Day, things are starting to feel like that around here: Diplomats of the United States- the great undertaking for which you have been training these many months is at hand!<br />
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Our stuff at the apartment is now in the magic three piles of UAB (air freight, quickest delivery), HHE Ship (slower, literally by ship) and HHE Store (at that place in Maryland where it looks like they are storing the Lost Ark).<br />
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For the last few months I have been going through Consular training, Political/Economic Officer training, and a brief stint in Consular Affairs at Main State as a sort of OJT. The quality and rigor of the training is excellent, not just because of the great substance to the classes, but because they do their best to teach you how to think like a diplomat. We Foreign Service Officers have knowledge that is a mile wide and an inch deep. You never know if today is the day you must address an unruly group in your host country, respond to an urgent request from Washington, escort a visiting dignitary or respond in an emergency situation on behalf of American citizens. In other words, they can't prepare you for everything you are going to face. If I heard it once I heard it a thousand times, we must be flexible in order to adapt to sudden changes.<br />
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I have also had the pleasure (and I really DO mean pleasure) of maintenance classes in Indonesian. My skills were the sharpest the day of my language test. Since then it has been masses of detail in two different areas of professional training. Let's just say that the old hard drive isn't as big as it used to be, so sectors of the brain devoted to when to use passive-voice type 1 or passive-voice type 2 have been overwritten with the 15 things required for a student visa and what the significance of investment as a share of real GDP is.<br />
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My language instructors, always friendly, have become friends now that the stress of an impending test is gone. They have told me that they could tell I was a student who really wanted to know the cultural background and not just the grammar rules, and that I was really motivated not just to regurgitate vocab but to understand. If you are starting language at FSI, you need to know that your instructors can tell who is checking a box and who is enthusiastic about learning their language and culture. For your future career success and quality of life at post, you want to be one of the latter.<br />
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And so, as my friends who came into the Foreign Service with previous languages send around emails about where they are going on their SECOND tours, a few haggard veterans of the 168th A-100 class are finally about to get to post. I can't believe how fast all this training has gone, and I can't believe how long it has taken at the same time.<br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-21368620206994757412013-06-07T08:12:00.003-07:002013-06-08T12:35:07.598-07:00Rules For Packing Out (Without Freaking Out) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Reliving last summer's <i>pack out </i>nightmare is NOT my idea of a good time but it was such an extraordinary lesson in getting our crap together that I feel like one way to redeem our misery is to write about it so that someone can learn from our mistakes.<br />
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We have been here almost a year now (stateside still) and I am still fighting off the bitter root of last summer's wheeling/dealing hustler movers and their demanding, nightmarish take over of my home and my emotions. We still are dealing with the effects of having no control over our moving process. We probably will be for a while mostly because our stuff is in boxes with weird labels. The manifest has almost nothing helpful written on it. I have at least 3 shoes in my closet that are missing their mates. Which box are their mates in? Who the heck knows! They were in pairs in my UAB pile before I was whisked off to work in the garage with Guy #2. It is a mystery.<br />
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I need to establish what will be made clear to everyone who reads this (and who does not already know me)... I am totally aware that <i>I am a sucker</i>. Oh.. the stories I could tell! Being a people pleaser is a DISEASE! Lol! Call me a late bloomer. I suppose this post is written for other late bloomers or people who lack experience with this sort of move.<br />
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#<b>1 Rule of Pack Out:</b> <b>You are in charge. </b>It is your move. It is your stuff. <b>Get it together before they arrive. </b>Organize, sort, group...whatever you want to call it. Have it in a specific spot and say, "This is all HHE" or "This is all UAB" (alphabet soup FS terms, sorry).<br />
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** Please, don't go picking through a box as they are trying to pack it up- for goodness sakes.<br />
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<b>#2 Rule of Pack Out:</b> It would be <i>wise </i>of you to write down the list of items as they go into each box. They have to let you do that before they tape it up and send it to the truck. It is their job to pack items carefully and get it to the storage place. They are not going to write down everything that goes in each box.<br />
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Your manifest thing will read something like this...<br />
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So, when they pack a box they write the number of the box down on a big sheet of paper and next to it they write something like "glass". But, the truth is, the box is actually filled with:<br />
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<li> a toaster oven</li>
<li> a ceramic Easter Bunny decoration thing</li>
<li> a cheese grater</li>
<li> a pair of orange flip flops that I took off in the kitchen while the movers were there</li>
<li> an old bag of my favorite Christmas Tree Nougats candy</li>
<li> a box of toothpicks,</li>
<li> an almost empty bottle of Advil,</li>
<li> an old medicine bottle of my oldest child's first baby tooth from 14 yrs ago (I know- don't judge)</li>
<li> a nearly full 2 liter of Diet Coke from the party we had the night before the movers came</li>
<li> 10 red plastic party cups with kids names written on them</li>
<li> and... a box of dog biscuits for the neighbor's labrador (throw him a handfull of biscuits and you have approx 2 seconds to jump the fence and grab your frisbee- see)</li>
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I suppose "glass" is better than " kitchen junk" but I am guessing that each box will contain a few items that will either embarrass me or make me gasp due to the fact I used part of my 7200 lbs to ship them to Jakarta. I'm totally expecting to find that bottle of flat Diet Coke in one of the boxes labeled "Glass".<br />
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<b>#3 Rule of Pack Out: If the movers get pushy, p</b><b>ick up the phone and call State.</b> Seriously! You gotta blow the bully whistle on movers who are taking a power trip at your expense, not listening or pushing you around. <br />
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Everyone who hears my "wheeling/dealing movers" story shrieks and asks why in the world I put up with that. Answer- I did not know I could call the travel people at State and tell them what was going on. It never crossed my mind, honestly. I had never had packers come and wrap up my stuff before- ever.<br />
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LISTEN TO ME... movers DO NOT BOSS YOU AROUND. They DO NOT make you cry or YELL at you. DO NOT, DO NOT PUT UP WITH THIS BEHAVIOR FROM ANY MOVER:<br />
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Movers do not manipulate you into going to get them lunch or dinner - on your dime. You can offer to buy them lunch- it is up to you. It is nice to have waters in a cooler with ice for them, maybe sodas or sports drinks. We went all out for our wheeler/dealer packers lunches, you know, to be courteous. But after that they were happy to tell me what they wanted to eat, and when they wanted it. Yeah... between helping Guy #2 I was running snack patrol. Puke!<br />
I did go get what they wanted because they only drove their moving truck and the taco place, or whatever, was literally around the corner. But, in retrospect, they did have a phone, they<b> </b>could have ordered pizza for themselves.<br />
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THEY SHOULD NOT RUSH YOU. Our wheeler/dealer movers were completely done packing a four bedroom/family of five's house in less than 36 hours. That is just about <b>unheard of</b>. There were just two men and they were moving so fast that we could not keep up with anything that was happening. Plus... Our movers came a day or two earlier than they were scheduled and would not take no for an answer when we explained that we were not ready. THIS WAS WRONG.<br />
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THEY ARE WORKING FOR YOU! THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO FLUSTER OR INTIMIDATE YOU. The morning they arrived they showed up 3 hours early. Then, Guy #2 told me my job was to stay in the garage with him, that it was best to stay out of the boss's way because he had a bad temper. Yep. He was right. Guy #1 would say, "What are doing in my kitchen?" when I would walk through MY KITCHEN for a drink of water or to wash my hands. He was the main master mind between these two hustler/wheeler/dealers. I'm not kidding, these guys were pros at running the show.<br />
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<b>#4 Rules for Pack Out: Demand to be heard</b><br />
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While working like an idiot in the garage with Guy #2 I noticed that he was mislabeling boxes. He labeled my son's stuff from his room as "Garage Corner" and I said "No, this is Jackson's room books" he yelled at me "Look lady, these boxes are in the garage corner, I can NOT label it Jackson's Books."<br />
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All of my son's treasured books were in the garage because we had loads of potential home buyers walking through our house all summer and most of his personal items (90% being books) were being stored there. Wheeler/dealer hustler Guy #2 finally understood when he started working in my son's room later that night and said, "Where is all your kid's stuff?" and I said, "In a box labeled Garage Corner". His face dropped. He finally realized what I had been trying to tell him. I realized at that moment that he had taken big advantage of my lack of FS pack out experience. Now, somewhere in a warehouse my oldest son's stuff is labeled "garage corner" which is not something that I would normally want sent to wherever we get posted. I was sooooooo angry. I am still angry because I have to request as many boxes as I can now because so many things have been mislabeled.<br />
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So, this time around I have had the benefit of my experienced FS friends here to ask them HOW not to make the same mistakes I made last summer.<br />
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1. Sort stuff into similar groups- like all shoes into one box so that when they write "Shoes" on the manifest it will actually be shoes and not actually one pair of shoes and a winter coat and preschool art projects from 1997.<br />
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2. Throw/give stuff away. Our new rule of thumb is "if you have not touched it or used it in a year it is gone" and "if you have not touched it or used it in 6 months- you must have a compelling reason to keep it." The Foreign Service life is not the lifestyle for hoarders.<br />
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***If you are wondering how long it will be between A-100 and your ship out date, I would say expect a year. Possibly less but most people I have met are staying at Oakwood for six months to a year. It is more or less a year for most Generalists who are learning a language. * Even if you have a second language expect to test with an extremely scrutinizing team of instructors... in other words you will be going to language school. Just accept that fact now. Diplomatic language skills must meet very high standards. People who majored/minored in Spanish (one lady I know was even a native Spanish speaker) were still sent to the full 24 weeks of language training. However, it does seem like Specialists are here for a shorter amount of time because many Specialist jobs do not require a full language course.<br />
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3. Group stuff together and put them in plastic bags or little containers before the movers show up. Reason being- this keeps the packing weight down. A friend told me today that if you take all your forks/spoons/knives and place them in a plastic container they will just pack the plastic container. Otherwise, if you leave them in the kitchen drawer the mover will wrap each piece with paper which adds a lot of unneeded weight to your load. I love her advice (thank you, Christy!).<br />
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Here is a link to my favorite gold mine of practical info, advice and real time experiences all piled into the awesome <a href="http://hardshiphomemaking.blogspot.com/p/moving-prep.html" target="_blank">Hardship Homemaking blog</a> .<br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-14817772726175823252013-06-03T14:01:00.002-07:002013-06-03T21:32:24.873-07:00Ode to Oklahoma (With a Lesson in Cloud Watching)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Growing up in small town Oklahoma gave me a wonderful start in life. I love my home state because the people are friendly, gritty and they follow the Golden Rule- most of the time.<br />
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But along with the many wonderful things that go along with living in Oklahoma- tornados are the crappy part of the package. Fearing tornados was part of my life while growing up in Oklahoma. The weather could be just fine one minute and then all hell would be breaking loose a second later- that's just the way it is in the plains states. I knew that all too well. When I was five years old a tornado made a surprise visit to our neighborhood. It left an indelible impression that tornados were wild and very destructive. We were home when the tornado hit and even though my mom stayed calm I knew it was a very serious, very scary situation. I remember the event quite well and it happened in 1975. These things don't just fade away like an average day.<br />
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I think my grandma was a good example of how to react to a bad storm. In 1999 there was a really big storm that took out Moore (yep, same Moore) and kept whooping everything in its path. It had started in central Oklahoma and was now on it's way towards my hometown.<br />
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I called my grandmother's house and said, "Grandma! A big tornado is coming! You gotta go get in a closet or the bathtub or something!"<br />
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She calmly replied with her killer southern accent, "Well... you think so? Oh-I think Bill and I are just going to set right here and watch the news until we think we ought to move."<br />
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I wailed, "But, Grandma, this one is bad. It's been taking out everything it touches. It's coming right for you guys!" I could hear the tornado siren in her background. I was really scared for her.<br />
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Again, she scolded me, "Oh now... no tornada can keep-a-going for that long."<br />
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This had been one of those freakishly big and very deadly tornados that didn't seem to be following the rules at all. So naturally (for me) I got all bossy and all but demanded that she and Grampa Bill go get in the hall closet, a bathtub, something.<br />
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She laughed at me this time and said, "Well.. if I go and do that I won't be able to hear the man on the TV. If it passes and I've gone and gotten myself all stuffed up in that closet, how am I gonna' get back out? "<br />
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I couldn't argue with that. I hadn't taken into consideration the fact that these two 90 year olds would be stuck in a closet. If they did get in the closet it had better be a sure thing, otherwise I would feel terrible if they went and got themselves all "stuffed up" in there and couldn't hear the news well enough to know when the danger had passed.<br />
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Grandma was right, that massive tornado fizzled out before it got much farther. They would have been "all stuffed up" in a closet for nothing if they had listened to me. My point is, Grandma and Grandpa Bill weren't new to this. They had lived in Oklahoma all their lives. They probably have seen enough tornados throughout their lives to know when to get serious. I think they also knew that if it was going to be really bad that a closet wouldn't really do them much good. Frankly, if I were to live in Oklahoma ever again I would hope that I would have a house with a storm cellar (called "fraidy holes" in Okla).<br />
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I think we had Doppler radar back in those days but I'm not sure. We also had the emergency weather broadcast "bleeeeps". Then, finally, in the mid/late 80's our little town got Tornado Sirens installed. That was one thing that actually did give me some peace of mind.<br />
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After you've been through or experienced the after math of a tornado I think it just takes a while to realize that tornados aren't dropping out of the sky with no warning. They are fairly predictable, especially with the technology we have now. We know the factors that create these storms and there are tools being used all day/every day to pick up on atmospheric changes. Getting educated on the details reduces the fear a lot.<br />
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I decided to learn more about super cells right after that May, 1999 storm happened. We lived in Oklahoma at the time and I was the mom of two kids. Our oldest was four or five and was aware of tornadoes because we had to jump into a neighbors storm cellar one night. It was pretty creepy and she wanted out of there. We had to keep telling her that we had to wait until the storm stopped. I totally lied and told her not to worry that are we are safe "in here". I decided if I was going to live there then I had to beat back the fears as much as I could, especially since I was driving along some of the more notorious Tornado Alley roadways when I went to visit family. From that moment in the neighbor's storm cellar I decided I had to start learning asap. I enrolled in a night class at a local college, I took Physical Science and learned quite a bit about the weather. Nowadays, I'm a bit of a weather junkie. I take notice when there is a serious cloud forming. I can sometimes even see where updraft is occurring. Not all updrafts are visible though. Not all clouds or big storms are waiting to demolish your house, either. Getting educated helped a lot.<br />
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That downward shoot is a <b>wall cloud</b>. Wall clouds usually drop down from the<br />
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Oklahoma, my heart is with you. I think about all the kids and adults who have lost so much. Some are still searching for the bodies of loved ones presumed to be dead. Their homes, their lives, their peace of mind have been shattered. Losing a family member or a friend, plus your home/livelihood all at once would be beyond devastating.<br />
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The kids and families who have had their lives demolished by these recent tornados are surely struggling to maintain their sanity right now. They have to be in survival mode. Yet, the hearty people of Oklahoma rally on, making progress, making jokes and are making life happen in spite of the obvious need for help.<br />
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Please pray for the people of Oklahoma, for God's mercy and peace for them all.<br />
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So, the Cherry Blossom Festival was beautiful. I'm grateful to have seen the entire area be covered in the pink blossoms. Truly glorious! But, <a href="http://passportdc.org/" target="_blank">Passport DC</a> was by far our favorite city wide event this year, better than New Years in Old Town, better than a lot of them. I hope someone from Passport DC event group reads this post because I really can't say enough about it. We love love loved it!<br />
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Passport DC is a huge bash! Many of the foreign embassies located in DC open their doors, host tours, offer tasty treats and invite guests to participate in various artistic/cultural moments. Not all countries participate (but they should) and not all countries do a great job of it. The embassies who understand the value of public diplomacy go all out- it's obvious they are excited to have the opportunity for positive exposure.<br />
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It is interesting, we really could get a sense of each country by our interactions with the people working the events, in very general terms- of course. For example, the way people from a particular culture answer questions that are asked can tell you a lot. I was reminded of an important cultural difference when I asked someone in one of the embassies, <span style="color: #e06666;">"Excuse me, where is your restroom?"</span> I noticed her body language changed dramatically. The young lady looked straight down and whispered an answer. I could tell she was essentially saying "no" but her answer started with the words "yes". She replied,<span style="color: #ffd966;"> "Yes, there are guest restrooms outside- at another location- very close to here"</span>. It struck me immediately that the young lady had somehow side stepped the word "no". This is a common situation in many cultures. There are places around the world where being asked a direct question puts one on the spot and it is unpleasant to be put on the spot. To have said "we don't have a guest bathroom" would have caused them to feel/look bad. So, in this case, she said "yes" and then explained that they did not have a restroom for guests without ever crossing the "no" bridge. It was like I had asked one question and she had answered a completely different one. This was one of those suddenly "self-aware" moments when I felt like a big clumsy American who needs better manners, and yet my question was so benign that it took me half a second to recognize what I had done. I could tell she was miserable with my direct eye contact and thank goodness somehow I resisted the temptation to say, "Ok, where? Do you mean a port-a-potty or at a store?" but I did not say it. It was obvious that my initial question (asking where the restrooms are) had struck the young lady like a dart being thrown from across the room. I realize now that I should have asked her in the same indirect manner that we practiced in my Bahasa Indonesia classes. Oh yes! I should have known. Sean and I both struggled quite a bit learning how to ask a question or even reply to a question "indirectly". Most Asian countries prefer this style of communication. The American "yes/no" question style is a bit harsh in comparison. In countries with "no" issues you should try to approach your inquiry in a way as to exclude any person or institution from any blame. See- I should have asked,<span style="color: #93c47d;"> "Did a </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">bathroom</span><span style="color: #93c47d;"> for guests </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">find itself </span><span style="color: #93c47d;">inside of this building?" </span>Come to think of it, her answer would have actually made more sense if I had asked for a restroom in this "indirect" manner. Lol!<br />
But- yes- other than nearly peeing our pants before figuring out that "outside, another building, close to here" actually meant about five blocks away (at Paradise Pizza) we thoroughly loved our day at Passport DC.<br />
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Our first embassy was the Indonesian Embassy- of course. It was the most beautiful of all of the embassies we toured. I loved chatting with local embassy staff there- I am really looking forward to living among Indonesian people. They are warm, sincere and very gentle hearted people. I genuinely like them and enjoyed talking to them.<br />
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The Japanese Embassy did the most to impress guests and if I were voting I would say they win!<br />
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Ghana - We seemed to have missed the fun but people were friendly and warm to us. By the time we got there everyone was winding down but but we got to meet a king, King Peggy. I bought the book of her amazing journey to accept the title handed down to her. She was very approachable and I could tell she was fun. A movie about her story is coming out next year starring Queen Latifah.<br />
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Toilet notes** Everyone planning to join Passport DC needs to be prepared to go a long time between bathroom breaks- my only serious complaint about the whole thing.<br />
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Parent notes** Passport DC doesn't strike me as a kid loving event. Not that they aren't welcome because they are. I just don't think most kids will like this event <b>unless</b> they are old enough to be interested in other cultures, languages, and can handling standing in a long line and/or walking a good bit. Our nine year old was right on the edge of his tolerance level and he's fairly mature for his age. I think he liked it but he was over it a lot sooner than we were.<br />
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We are definitely starting to feel that familiar feeling- the temporary mindset that kicks in when you are on the count down to leave a place. Sean and I will start thinking, "we should have steak tonight because we may not have the chance to eat it again for a long time", or tacos, a falafel or BBQ. We start trying to imagine what we will miss once we are gone. I still find it amazing that I live in the DC area and have had too many trips to the museums to count and have gotten to know a few of the neighborhoods around town.<br />
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Due to a winter that seemed like it was being managed by an indecisive administrator with ADD, the wise old DC Cherry Blossom trees held off and waited for Winter and Spring to finally stop their feuding and get their act straight. Finally, about April 10th (give or take a day) the blossoms hit their "peak" and it was more beautiful than I had expected. I would go far as to say that it was Breath Taking! This DC event should be on everyone's bucket list if you appreciate flowers or if want to experience the thrill of having pink petals rain down on you. This is a such a neat and beautiful thing to experience. If only the timing were easy to predict- that's the thing.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy news! I have completed the fast course for Bahasa Indonesia at FSI. I loved it and admitting that automatically guarantees me a seat at the inner circle of the high order nerd club. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am perfectly happy with that because Sean and I plan to make extraordinary use of our new language even after we leave Jakarta. We look forward to buying a car and being able to talk in front of the sales person without giving away our bottom line or which of us is the easy mark. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have already practiced these skills while complaining about something one of our kids has done using our Bahasa Indonesia - while the kid is in the room. So far so good...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've mentioned this before but initially Bahasa Indonesia sounded something like alien creatures talking in the cantina of the first Star Wars movie. In fact, I found a <a href="http://poliscijedi.blogspot.com/2013/02/indonesia-part-iii-was-george-lucas.html" target="_blank">blog</a> that makes me think I'm on to George Lucas</span><span style="font-size: large;"> and the Bahasa Indonesia thing. Very interesting~ deserves a little more research I'd say!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some of the words are funny sounding- they just are. There have been times when I have had to turn my head as I tried to stifle a giggle or hide my amusement, such as the day our exercise was to add the word "dong" as an added emphasis (no real meaning). I know it's juvenile but I was dog tired and everything had become funny. I'm pretty sure anyone would have laughed if they had to say "Ya dong" to answer a question when they were so tired that it seemed that the ceiling tiles had started to dance. I "mostly" maintained my dignity, mostly... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bahasa Indonesia's pronunciation is not difficult at all. For the most part the vowels are all long vowels, except for the vowel "a" it is an "ah" sound, such as the word "soft". Basically, </span><span style="font-size: large;">it sounds the same as the Spanish alphabet</span><span style="font-size: large;"> minus a few letters here and there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Kakak" (kahk-kahk) means older sibling. Here is a picture of my Kakak!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Orang putih" (or-ahng ..<i>.</i>the <i>ang</i> part sounds the same as in the word <i>long) Orang means <u>person</u> </i>and (pooh-tee) <i>putih</i> means <i>the color <u>white</u>.</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This noun phrase has an opposite word order from English so it translates literally as "person white". Ex. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Robin is an Orang Putih.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The beautiful young ladies in this photo are my kids' sepupu sepupu baik (to make something plural you say it twice). Hope and Zoe are sepupu sepupu baik!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Words that would otherwise have made me either cringe or giggle now have meaning. And that is how language training goes- </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, recently, while explaining some of my favorite Indonesian words to a friend I had a sudden realization that I now know what "Ungu bunga" means! That's right, (oon-gooh) ungu= <i>purple</i> (boon-gah) bunga= <i>flower.</i> Who knew? Ungu bunga means Purple flower! Over the years we somehow must flipped the word order, it should actually be "bunga ungu".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And, there you have it. If you ever find yourself outwitted in crowd of know-it-alls you just might be able to impress the dong out of them by telling them what ungu bunga means!</span><br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-87834163545287779152013-04-27T11:22:00.000-07:002013-04-27T11:22:47.922-07:00What Does a Consular Officer Do?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So, having escaped with my life and career prospects intact from Indonesian language training, I have moved on to professional training at FSI, specifically consular work.<br />
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Many of my friends, upon hearing I had chosen the consular cone for my new job, took me aside and told me that while they valued my steady friendship, they were very worried that my personality type (INTJ) wasn't very well suited to counseling people, what with me being introverted and cold and all.<br />
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When I explained that instead I would be at a visa window interviewing dozens of potential immigrants and visitors to the US every day and deciding whether or not they were eligible based on the law, the facts and my judgment their concerns for me were reduced on the personality scale, but they then decided my new job was well, the DMV but for Indonesians.<br />
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But as I already knew (and my training has made even MORE clear), consular work is a lot more than that. We live in a global economy, and the US depends on international trade and tourism to a huge and growing degree every year. So you can imagine the interest our government, private companies and people overseas have in consular types facilitating legitimate travel as much as possible.<br />
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There are also people out there who want to hurt us, and they also very badly want to get into the US. As consular officials, we are the first of many lines of defense against those kinds of people. Whenever something bad happens in the US now, one of my early thoughts is "who was at the visa window, and how did they make their decision on that visa application?"<br />
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Then finally by our history, heritage, and character the US welcomes immigrants and visitors from around the world. This diversity is a tremendous source of strength for our country, and something that sets us apart from many others. We always have to apply the law fairly but with an eye towards who we are.<br />
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So, with these important and sometimes competing goals, we now have to add the element of speed. In many places around the world, non-immigrant visas are given 5 minutes or less to be determined. So, the job at the visa window comes down to "let the right ones in, keep the wrong ones out, as quickly as possible." It isn't the job for everyone. But as I continue with training, I am coming to realize more and more that it IS the job for me.<br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-56337426653440162482013-04-07T11:03:00.000-07:002013-04-07T11:05:40.042-07:00It's Always the Best Ones- Rest In Peace Anne Smedinghoff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A young woman joins the Foreign Service in her mid-20's. Having just entered the service myself last year, let me tell you, that is YOUNG. Most FSO's have an advanced degree (or more), time in the Peace Corps, etc. For someone to pass through the filters and join the Foreign Service, she must have shown the examiners something special. After A-100, her first tour is in Venezuela. Interesting times to be in that country, to be sure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After her first tour, she volunteers (you HAVE to volunteer) for a tour in Afghanistan as a public diplomacy (PD) officer. Tours in the A-I-P (Afghanistan, Iraq, Pakistan) are not like regular tours. Security concerns are high, and restrictions on travel are tight. For a PD officer, whose job is to make contacts with the host country media and people and help explain America, it is a particularly challenging environment. You want to be safe, so you can't travel around and meet with people a lot. If you are going to present America in the best light and be a good PD officer, you have to travel around and meet with people a lot. Many people have a really hard time with this, and for a young officer on her second tour, it could be even harder. How well did she meet the challenge? Well enough that when newly-appointed Secretary of State John Kerry came to Afghanistan, she was the Control Officer. What does that mean? It meant she was entrusted with figuring out all the details and needs of a visit at that level and working with all the different sections and divisions that have responsibilities and making sure everything is covered. This is a big deal, and she did it well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So yesterday she and some other State and Defense Department personnel are going to deliver books to some schoolchildren. This is a quintessential PD activity. We buy books and deliver them to needy schoolchildren, and take pictures of the event. And on the way to do her job, her convoy is attacked by the Taliban and she is killed along with a Defense contractor and many others are wounded. Just like that, she is gone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It gets me thinking about Ambassador Stevens and the others killed last year. You know, the ones that volunteer and go outside the walls because they know they have to. And we send them because we know they have to go. And then they get killed and I think that the people they were trying to serve didn't deserve them. Why should we lose the best and brightest like this?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But then I remember my A-100 class, and how many people rated the dangerous places on our bid list the highest. I hear from them, and how they were able to report directly about when the fighting stopped because they no longer heard the shooting outside their window, etc. And I worry because even though they don't have ships or planes or guns, they are going to leave the embassy and go out and do their jobs. Not because it is safe, but because it has to be done. I can guarantee you someone soon will post to Afghanistan and fill Anne Smedinghoff's job, even if they can't fill her shoes. </span></div>
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-59898111658498132642013-03-28T01:27:00.001-07:002013-03-28T01:27:21.648-07:00Language Loser No More<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well, it's certainly been a long time since I've been able to blog! Or read a book, go to a movie, drive into the city, or anything else that was not eating, sleeping, and studying Indonesian. You see, back in late February I went in for what at the time I thought was The Great Test, but which turned out only to be Language Test I.<br />
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This failure did a lot of things for me and to me. The loss of face was immense, of course. You don't often get a chance to be told exactly how you are doing in your profession if you aren't an athlete, but at State in language training you either make the required grade or you don't. I joined a sad army of shaggy language veterans at FSI, a building full of brilliant people who aren't used to failure. As a consequence of failing the first test, my training schedule between now and July had to be completely rewritten. There was enough space there to allow for another month of language training and still leave at the same time, but only just. If I wanted to get off language probation and still leave in July, it was success at the second attempt or bust.<br />
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Of course there was a brief urge to look into returning to insurance or law, but this did not last long at all. No, instead getting the required score became a huge focus in life. I went on mental afterburner for a month. I mean, I had passed two state bar exams and the horrifying tests to get into State in the first place, right? I'll just work harder! Here are the results:<br />
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Caffeine Intake-up 30%<br />
Percentage of Hair Now Gray- 65%<br />
Weight gain- Out of Range High<br />
Attendance at A-100 Classmates' Events-0<br />
Social Interactions with Fellow Human Beings-limited to Indonesian students, teachers, and the guy I keep bumping into in the coffee line at FSI.<br />
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Bruised, battered, missing a finger and otherwise scarred, but with the task accomplished. That's about right. Now I look forward to Con/Gen, which is full of rules, regs and legal language. It will be a good transition between Indonesian and English, I think.<br />
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Puji Tuhan! Inilah Selesai! (Praise God! It is over.)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I knew the first or second time that I was referred to as an <i><b>E.F.M.</b></i> (Eligible Family Member) that I would end up wrestling feelings of resentment and that I would have to contend with my own desire to make a contribution while living here or abroad. Please don't picture me as an executive or even a full-time employee prior to this move. I was not. I home schooled my youngest child (in order to teach him English) and taught art to kids and did a lot of volunteer work. But I have learned that no matter where I am or why I'm there I must find my own stride, or it can find me, either way works as long as I'm doing <i>something I love to do that lines up with my skill set or calling in life</i>. I care about people and love being at the right place/right time to make a difference in someone's life. I've found my calling is usually centered around advocating for people or by giving someone an opportunity to express themselves through art.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm not a domestic goddess by any stretch, I'm not a seaweed spa kind of lady- but I'm open to giving it a try- oh, yeah! I am a creative, artsy sort of person. I could learn all day, listen all day and/or engage in a cause that I feel compelled to be a part of until I'm so tired I can barely function. That's why I simply can't imagine living the next 20 years in Sean's shadow or waiting for him to get home before my day really starts. Thankfully, he would never want or expect that of me either. Hopefully these descriptions help explain why the last few months have been oh so dreary and dull for me. I AM SO BORED AND SO OVER THIS PART OF THE F.S. EXPERIENCE THAT I COULD JUST PUKE! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, instead of going mad or shopping all day (just to get myself out of the apartment) I had to come up with a plan for my sanity. Sadly, I've not found my social outlet to be heavily centered around relationships made here at the apartments where we live. I've met a lot really amazing, interesting people that I truly enjoy talking to but it's rare to get together- fun when it happens but really rare.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here's my personal recipe for not having a nervous breakdown at this point in our FSI training/waiting phase here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Taking an art class! I signed up for an awesome photography class through the Art League/Torpedo Factory. It's been great and has forced me to get outside more than I really wanted this winter. I've been COLD but I've gotten out and am quite glad for it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. Language classes! A few other Indonesia bound FS spouses and I have joined up and hired a man to teach us Bahasa Indonesia. Pak Alex has been a great teacher and has been a kind encouraging "guru" (Indonesian word for teacher).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Also- This coming Monday I start the B.I. fast course at FSI. I'm excited and can't wait to see what this new adventure holds. Learning Bahasa Indonesia is important for me because I plan on having lots of Indonesian friends one day soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. Visit the doctor: Here's something people just coming into the FS will hear over and over by their Northern Virginia or DC area medical professionals-<b><i> "Let's make sure we take care of that before you go overseas." </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh yes... if you bring up even the slightest health concern the doctors here will order a number of tests and if you want you can be running to the doctor for this or that several times a week for your entire nine months, or whatever, length of time that you are here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dr: Yes. Hmmm. Well, by golly... that looks like a wart but actually it could just be the tip of an iceberg. We better remove that before you go overseas. Let's order an MRI just to rule out a tumor. And, let's do a stress test. And an ultrasound. I know a guy with a great clinic for warts, I'm happy to write a referral for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And there you go- one wart = five days of not being bored or in the house all day. It's amazing what your life can become if you let it. Now, if I can just make these doctors' visits stop while I'm in language training.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">E.F.M. questions I'm dying to know the answers to:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Will it be this boring once I get to post?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How do other EFM's manage to do what they love doing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you're out there, please leave me some sort of idea of what daily life is like at post... or how others have kept busy, contributing and growing personally? </span><br />
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McKeatingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261016528723063602noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364037875298989283.post-57017332498787829192013-01-21T19:24:00.000-08:002013-01-21T19:24:23.749-08:00100 MPH in the Wrong Direction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If you would like to read a straightforward account of combat in Afghanistan, I highly recommend the book pictured to the left. I tells the story of various units as they rotated through a ridiculously difficult to defend outpost in NE Afghanistan.<br />
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This is not the book for you if you want your war stories in one of the following varieties: John Wayne stories about noble American troops always outsmarting and defeating their ignorant and immoral foes, or Vietnam War-type stories about our horrible soldiers who put babies to death in service of a war for oil or for votes.<br />
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Instead, guys with lives outside the service who are educated and dedicated are doing the best they can with what they have in service of a strategy that many recognize as misguided but over which they have no control. They aren't saints, they are professionals. Many have a love and respect for the local culture that begins to show results. These are the ones targeted most by the enemy who know that connections between the populace and our military would be the death of them.<br />
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The conundrum that lies at the heart of the book for me is that every time the soldiers at post use their initiative, intelligence and pride to overcome the shortcomings of a bad strategy, they only sustain the use of that bad strategy. After all, it can't be all wrong because look what our soldiers have achieved! That's what I mean when I say 100mph in the wrong direction. Our guys on the ground were working so hard to do their best, and they did, but every setback and death is, in the end, fruitless because the strategy itself cannot be overcome by our excellent tactics.<br />
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We had one of these at State recently, too. Here I am talking about Benghazi, and the results of the internal investigation. Because Ambassador Stevens was The Man when it came to Benghazi, he was less questioned in his decisions than most. After all, if someone had a question about anything in Libya, it was him they would ask.<br />
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The facility there was not up to the security risks that were present. But each team of Regional Security Officers (RSO's) would do everything they could to help upgrade security. What they really needed to do was evacuate the building when bad stuff happened earlier in the year and actually build a Consulate with the proper security measures. But that wasn't happening, so each guy did the best they could with what they had. And every success they had only made those who put the strategy in place more complacent. 100 mph of hard work by RSO's in the wrong direction of trying to make the facility safer when what they really needed was a new facility.<br />
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Do I have the magic strategy 8-ball that will fix all this? No, I don't. I just wish buildings, combat outposts, and other stuff didn't have to be named after dedicated members of the military and foreign service after their deaths in order to fix strategy problems, and I really wish their efforts to overcome bad strategy with good tactics didn't result in a continuation of bad strategy.<br />
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Establishing new holiday traditions sounded like a welcome<br />
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Here was one of my favorite moments of this holiday! Hannah and I were coming home from the store and we got stuck behind this wildly decorated Santa toting firetruck. It was just ahead of us and as we turned onto our street we could tell that it was turning into the Oakwood Apartment complex. It was blowing it's sirens and also blasting "Here Comes Santa Claus". I was as thrilled as any kid would be!<br />
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Hannah ran up five flights of stairs and down our hallway to get her little brother. Sintayehu grabbed shoes and ran outside in time to see Santa. All the boys waved at him and ran along side the fire truck as it slowly rolled through the parking lot. It was a huge, huge moment for all of our kids! There were firemen walking around and handing out candy canes, and telling people "Merry Christmas". It was an exciting and awesome moment. I literally teared up over it all.<br />
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Maybe it's because we have all hit a wall of relative heaviness lately but the holidays seemed to bring it all to head. We are all missing our home, our old church, our many friends, our FAMILY, our way of life (way more laid back than NOVA/Northern Virginia) which would be no big deal and expected if we were new to "change" or if we were normal people but we are not. Though we are new to the Foreign Service we are not new to change (big or small, we're usually game) nor are we shy of a challenge or two, in fact we have a bit of magnetic draw to such chaos, but right now I am really wondering how much more difficult it will be once we are in Jakarta? In all honesty, I've been shocked by our need for familiar comforts. I thought we were heartier than that. I thought we were a free spirited band of gypsies who are so grounded in our ideals than we could celebrate our Lord's birth anywhere but it turns out we may be more creatures of habit than I realized. I'm thinking our lack of holiday cheer is particularly concerning because we suffered so much just being away from "home" but we are still in the United States- how much more "un-Christmas-y" will it feel when we are in Jakarta, a majority-Muslim country without Target and without the usual repetitive Christmas tunes pumping through Safeway's speakers? <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is one thing that the kids loved- our Gingerbread House. </td></tr>
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I think it will take purposeful planning and effort. We will have to be the ones making our holidays cheerful, not expect someone else to do it for us. I don't think I realized how much my parents do to make our holidays meaningful.<br />
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Here are a few traditions we can do no matter where we live:<br />
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-Make an actual list of things I'm thankful in the days leading up to Thanksgiving.<br />
-An Advent calendar and daily time to reflect on the miracle of Christ's birth as days draw nearer to Christmas. <br />
-Cook the family favorites. Unfortunately for us, there is no restaurant that compares to our family's holiday dinners and I learned this year that <b>those tastes are important</b>, even though it is work intensive I will cook the usual's, even if I have to order specific items online.<br />
-Sharing what you have with others is the true Spirit of Christmas, have others over and/or go to their event if you are invited.<br />
-Be social and have friendly connections before the holidays are even a thought.<br />
-Make fudge or other treats that remind us of our holiday favorites and give them out as small but personal gifts to lots of people.<br />
-Participate in ex-pat community events, such as cookie exchanges or caroling (ie..check community calendar every few days).<br />
-Go all out and decorate no matter how little space there is for a tree and no matter how little storage space is available for storing it all afterwards. Kids need Christmas trees, with lights and stuff all over it.<br />
-Play your favorite Christmas carols and sing songs as often as you can (don't just listen to NPR or worry about what Congress is or isn't doing, or focus on terrible tragedies as events unfold).<br />
-Buy a red or other cheerful holiday tablecloth and have some sort of centerpiece that goes with the season.<br />
-Get family and friends to email favorite holiday recipes<b> way ahead of time</b> so that we aren't scouring the internet for one that is "close enough" the day before I plan to cook it.<br />
-Talk about what each member loves and needs to make their holiday away from family as meaningful as possible, and do it.<br />
-Plan the actual day, like Thanksgiving Day or Christmas Day, and talk about our expectations ahead of time.<br />
-Wrap presents while are carols playing in the background, make it a happy occasion :)<br />
-Mail the extended family their gifts at least 10 days before Christmas, probably a lot sooner than that once we are abroad.<br />
-Refuse to do it all by myself.<br />
-Christmas gift shop with my spouse. Remind him this is a good thing, reward good behavior with Starbucks.<br />
-String up or display all the beautiful Christmas cards that friends and family send us.<br />
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Here's what we will <b>not </b>be doing next time:<br />
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-Forget to charge the camera batteries.<br />
-No laundromat nor studying on Christmas day after all the excitement has died down.<br />
-No going to just "any" Chinese (or ethnic) restaurant that is open on Christmas day in place of a traditional homemade dinner.<br />
-No trying to make up for any lack of holiday cheer by cooking all of our favorites all day for the WEEK <i>after </i>the holiday has passed.<br />
-No more making homemade tamales all by myself!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo op after the play ended. One of my kids is in the group of shepherds :) </td></tr>
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Here is what we did right:<br />
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-Watched "Christmas Story" together as a family, my kids have it nearly memorized by now.<br />
- Cooked a nice dinner for Christmas Eve.<br />
- Went to a beautiful Christmas Eve church service, complete with a children's play and a candlelight round of Silent Night (Christmas Eve service is one thing we have longed to add to our family's holiday traditions).<br />
- Gave our kids and each other meaningful gifts.<br />
- Called relatives and shouted Merry Christmas as crowds of family shouted Merry Christmas back to us via speaker phone.<br />
- Went to see Les Miserables- an amazing movie that basically pours Christ's message of grace and mercy out of every scene.<br />
-Decorated some areas of our apartment with lights and greenery, made snowflakes out of coffee filters.<br />
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My New Year's Resolution?<br />
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To make holidays in 2013 cheerful and meaningful, no matter where we are!<br />
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-L<br />
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