<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:07:00.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?</title><subtitle type='html'>questions and answers...isn't it all questions and answers?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-621699709160473156</id><published>2009-10-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:56:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rah rah Michael Moore</title><content type='html'>Why not blog about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to see Moore's "Capitalism" last night - another great movie from him that does much to anger but not as much to inspire me. At the end of the movie he asks the audience to join him in doing something about it, asks for help from all the moviegoers, but I don't see what's to be done, essentially. Perhaps he should have given us a date and a place to assemble. "Hey, all you guys watching this in the theater right now, meet me on the corner of K St. and 31st ave on May 22, 2010, and we'll kick some capitalist ass...." would have been helpful.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-621699709160473156?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/621699709160473156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=621699709160473156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/621699709160473156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/621699709160473156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2009/10/rah-rah-michael-moore.html' title='Rah rah Michael Moore'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-2923675014551241494</id><published>2008-06-06T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:40:01.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day, but the media 'aint reformed just yet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQkGjE9VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tYaAnW6z3Nk/s1600-h/NCMR+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 360px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQkGjE9VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tYaAnW6z3Nk/s320/NCMR+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208994131426473298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay media reform! late night, really too tired (bah!) after a long day of reforming to post much, but here's some sights from around the 2008 National Conference for Media Reform in windy/rainy/humid Minneapolis, MN...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQkWjE9WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6g12HDZPqsQ/s1600-h/NCMR+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQkWjE9WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6g12HDZPqsQ/s320/NCMR+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208994135721440610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQkmjE9XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZA4aw1Hy7gw/s1600-h/NCMR+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQkmjE9XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZA4aw1Hy7gw/s320/NCMR+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208994140016407922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQlGjE9YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BeJzUApjzAw/s1600-h/NCMR+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQlGjE9YI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BeJzUApjzAw/s320/NCMR+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208994148606342530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQlWjE9ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ci0_MIViUGY/s1600-h/NCMR+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQlWjE9ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ci0_MIViUGY/s320/NCMR+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208994152901309842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoPhGjE9UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fGKrEFU9L8/s1600-h/NCMR+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoPhGjE9UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fGKrEFU9L8/s320/NCMR+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208992980375237954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-2923675014551241494?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/2923675014551241494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=2923675014551241494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/2923675014551241494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/2923675014551241494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-day-but-media-aint-reformed-just.html' title='Good day, but the media &apos;aint reformed just yet....'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SjeX0UF3O5o/SEoQkGjE9VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tYaAnW6z3Nk/s72-c/NCMR+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-113883511328466921</id><published>2006-02-01T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:05:13.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where it's at...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/turtle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...do you really wanna touch it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/lizard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if you do i dunno what you're getting yourself into here and now is not the time, nor place, nor venue for this kind of shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi all! back from my about-weeklong trip out of niamey and had a blast and now, already, packing to leave, tomorrow being the last day and all and leaving at 4 am friday actually and its crazy and i dont wanna leave you can't make me you bastards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip was great - went east to zinder via dosso via konni via maradi via earth and a total of about a 12-hr drive. First day left at 8:30 in the am...stopped for lunch at to drop off a doggie in konni...then to maradi where we spent the night and i took a photo of a turtle and a lizard (for your eyes only) aren't you happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed 2 nights in maradi; didn't do too much - slept, ate, went out briefly and stayed up a while chatting. then made the 3-hr drive from maradi to zinder, one of the farthest eastern points where peace corps has people posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/groupzinder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/groupzinder1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hostel was nice, the people were great, the parties were rockin' (do people still say that, rockin'? and if so, does it have a "g"? are there people that know these things out there? help me out) my mother had informed me that word on the street (yo) is that zinder is "where it's at" and i was not disappointed. there were songs from "thriller", there was a new drink created and named ("the dirty carl") &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/groupzinder2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/groupzinder2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there were movies watched, kidney consumed, and there were flying red discs tossed happlessly into nigerien concessions, confusion, hysteria, sweat, dancing, whiskey, fucking rasberry beer...what more could i ask for? what would you ask for? i ask you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i even found a damn san antonio spurs shirt at the zinder market. go spurs! (35 and 10 baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but i make no sense now i have quit the word business and dunno why i keep doing this, subjecting my friends and neighbors and such and... so, a few more pics and i'm out...will see everybody soon, hope all is well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i will leave you, instead of debauchery, with pictures of cute little children...you can't go wrong when you start with a turtle and end with children, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/girls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/girls.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/girls2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-113883511328466921?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/113883511328466921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=113883511328466921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113883511328466921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113883511328466921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-its-at.html' title='where it&apos;s at...'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-113744833112518451</id><published>2006-01-16T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T13:52:11.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this one goes out to all those sheep who survived tabaski...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/beaureaust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/beaureaust.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another clear, sunny, beautiful day here in Niamey…although the winds have begun to pick up, blowing red-brown dust around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the first woman leader of Africa was sworn in, and that’s all the news here on the BBC Africa. I don’t have a whole lot to report, but figured I should write an update…I don't go online much, so I'm sorry if I'm not emailing y'all so much...I could, and they do have internet cafes, but it just seems silly to go halfway around the world to a 3rd world country and hang out on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve mostly been hanging out with my mom and enjoying my time off. Lets see…last week, Wed. I think, woke up early and went to the petit marche with Brianna, who helped me bargain my way along…was fun, and a little less daunting than the grand marche. We went out for beers later on or maybe that was the next day, and I got to listen to more PC volunteer talk, which is interesting to me because I’ve never experienced it. It’s funny…no one really knows about Niger, and so no one asks to come here… It’s one of the hardest places to be for American volunteers, just in terms of culture shock, climate shock, etc, so it’s interesting to hear about their reactions when they end up here. During the hot season, the day can start out as hot at 130 or higher right at 8 am, so it’s pretty hot even for hot lovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a new stage (group of volunteers) just got in on Friday, so they are just starting training now…so there’s a whole new group of shock and awe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people here are some of the friendliest and most generous I’ve met in my whole life. All smiles. And that’s never a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out a few times during the weekend, mostly with my mom and not out too late. We had a nice dinner and drinks out at a hotel/bar the other night, owned by a French guy and his wife, that was really nice. The guy played guitar accompanied by a djembe drummer, and it was nice to hear some live music. The food was great and the beer was cold. Kate, one of the volunteers here, works at an orphanage and this week I might get to go with her and some of the older kids to the zoo/musee, which I hear is pretty neat (better now than it used to be anyway…) They’ve got some neat Giraffes, etc, but I hear its kinda sad because the cages are kinda small, just like everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/gardens1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/gardens1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat. we went to the petit marche again (mom and I) and also went plant shopping. Got a whole car load of pretty plants for about $6 US….great deal =) They sell all the plants down by the river (the Niger), where they have these beautiful gardens. (I’ll try to sneak in a pic here) Then accompanied mom to the “Ladies Who Lunch” Sat. lunch, a group of long-time American volunteers (ladies only), which was fun. Went home and planted some plants, then planned out some other parts of the garden and started some seedlings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/gardens2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/gardens2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was brunch as usual at mom’s house…not too many PCVs in town, though, so it was just a small group. We had banana bread, zucchini bread and mangos with yogurt. Then we went to the Artisan, an area where a bunch of the leather workers make stuff and sell it….lots of fun and pretty little trinkets, sandals, purses, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ethnic groups here are the Tuareg, a nomadic people who inhabit many places in west Africa (and yes, the namesake of the VW car)  They do a lot of leatherwork here and they have amazing camels! Altho they are here in Niamey, they are more common north in Agadaz, the big stretch of desert area in the northern part of the country. I would really love to take a trip up there, and have heard it’s just gorgeous, but I’ve also heard there’s not much point unless you have at least 10-plus days to do it…and I just don’t want to take the time, unless mom could come with (and there’s no way). I’ve also heard that there’s supposed to be a total eclipse of the sun visible from here at the end of March, and that many people are planning trips up there for that…it would be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marines came and picked up their kitty cat…they are so macho =) They had an inspection this past week, and are not allowed to have kitties, so they thought it wouldn’t look good if the cat was hanging around meowing for food….”oh, that’s not our cat, we’ve never even seen her before…” as she’s hanging out around the fridge and climbing up in people’s laps. Her name is Little Q-Tip…like I said, they’re really macho guys. A few of them came over for brunch last Sun., and I ended up in a deep discussion about the Beat writers and the peace movement…the marines here are weird! But great…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll probably take my trip up to Maradi next week, when one of the PCV cars goes up there…but I don’t think I’ll make it to Dokoro, where I really wanted to go. Sounds like the only way is via bush taxi, and I’ve just hear too many bad stories in that regard…and I don’t even have the local language skills to say “stop this car…I want to get the hell out!” in Zarma or Hausa. From what I’ve heard, they drive at about 130+ K/hr through desert land on unpaved road, and its just not that safe…plus, unlike the volunteers etc., here, I lack a little thing I like to call health insurance, and I think I’d like to leave more or less in one piece. I’ve heard bad stories. Bad. Still, at least I’ll get out of the capital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I ate mangos, did a little shopping, and went out to the bar with my mom and the volunteer crew for some beers to send off a PCV that’s leaving tomorrow….and I think we’re going to the office now so I can send this off. Am also doing a lot of reading, which is nice…right now I’m on a big book, Collapse, which is Jared Diamond’s next book after Guns, Germs and Steel….both highly recommended reading, especially if you find yourself traveling in 3rd world countries =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob – I met a girl whose parents live in Luchenbach, Texas (dunno the spelling)…thought you might be amused by that. I asked if they lived next to the post office, the beer hall, or the parking meter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it from me…sorry, not all that exciting! (well, exciting for me…but so hard to put into words the feeling of the experiences, etc) love to all, and I’ll try to send a little sun your way xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-113744833112518451?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/113744833112518451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=113744833112518451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113744833112518451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113744833112518451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-one-goes-out-to-all-those-sheep.html' title='this one goes out to all those sheep who survived tabaski...'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-113688985870367550</id><published>2006-01-10T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:59:11.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon fete!</title><content type='html'>It's a Muslim holiday here today, Tabaski, celebrated 70 days after the end of Ramadan, so everyone is off of work and being festive. From what I hear, it involves a lot of sheep death...promise not to post those kinds of pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the office with mom, who of course, stops for no holidays =) She's such a workaholic, but she's good at it, and it seems to keep her out of trouble. We stopped at the bakery on the way here, which is amazing, and picked up some pan au chocolate. I'm trying to plan a trip out of the capital and into the bush for next week. One of the peace corps staffers is going out to Konni next monday, so i could go there with him, check out konni, and then take a bus from there to Maradi, where megan (one of the PCVs) has a nice unicef house. I could stay there for a night (its about a 9-hr drive up there, so you better make the most of it!) and then take a bus or a bush taxi north to dokoro, where the PCVs i met brian and emily are posted. apparently there's an extra mud hut i can stay in there. So all in all, it would prolly be about a 4-day trip. Sounds fun! (altho i'm a little scared if bush taxis, but i guess if i wanna have a REAL nigerian experience...)I have to try to strike a balance between seeing the country and seeing my mom; she's really busy during the weekdays enyway, tho, so I think next week would be good. So look for some fun pics after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Zarma is coming along ok but its hard to know when to pull it out - I've got the hi's and bye's and greetings down, but it seems silly to use it at the market, because if they start trying to give me numbers and prices in Zarma i wont have a clue!...i can barely get them right in french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also started learning a little bit of Hausa as of yesterday, because that's what they mostly speak where i'm trying to go next week (norhteast of here) and i'd like to be able to meet and greet and be nice. a lot of hausa is a lot like arabic, but some of it sounds like hawaiian to me....hello is Sannu, to which you respond yawa sannu, and the most typical greeting goes...&lt;br /&gt;Kuna Lahia, to with you respond Lahia Lau....it's really pretty, actually. don't know how well that come accross on a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts and sensations here but few words for them...in any language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbling sums it up pretty well...to be laughed at; to not be able to understand what the fuck is going on. It can be strange, but overall its a great feeling, because i feel like so often americans don't get to feel that...and having things easy all the time, I feel, makes you just a little less human somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say that the weather is beautiful and i wont say it again, because the weather doesnt change much here..its the cold season, so itll stay clear skies and sunny (highs around 95, lows around 65) until around may/june, when itll be the rainy season. It's crazy to think that its just not going to rain for months. really no need for a weather channel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how many people here in Niamey have cellphones, and how well they work. I mean, they dont work everywhere out in the bush but, seriously, my phone didn't even get reception at my grandparents house in N. Wisco..so! Yesterday one of the volunteers told me a story about a town that got a new cellphone tower a couple weeks back, and so a bunch of the villagers ran out and got cellphones...and they worked real great except...they forgot about the fact that the town has no electricity yet so once they ran out of power they couldn't charge their cellphones to use them...OOPS! Sometimes technology moves too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I don't have any cool pics to post right now, so i'll end this and not make it a big ugly block of text (which it prolly already is) And Robbie...don't expect me to come back quite so tan as you were hoping..it really is muslim and conservative here, and so pants/skirts above the ankle and tank tops are not really kosher...i might have a good farmer tan tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to everyone; hope 2006 is treating you all well so far xoxoxoxoxoxkatya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-113688985870367550?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/113688985870367550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=113688985870367550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113688985870367550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113688985870367550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2006/01/bon-fete.html' title='bon fete!'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-113665740324050686</id><published>2006-01-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:58:22.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fo fo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing place filled with amazing people! It’s now my 4th day here and I’m having a blast! The landscape is beautiful, if a little dry and dusty, and the weather is gorgeous. The people are friendly; they’re so happy if you’re even trying to speak their language and learn their culture. Their clothes are beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/casa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My layover in Morocco helped me practice my French, but they speak so fast there! And besides, most people here speak the local languages, either Zarma or Hausa. So, I’m learning Zarma…or not so much learning I guess, but I can meet and greet and generally get around. It’s a great language…hello is “Fo fo” (think momo, but with f’s), to which you respond, “N’goyya.” Then you get into greetings that go on and on and on…how’s your health? How’s your family? How’s your home? How did you sleep? You really can’t overdo the greetings, I’ve learned. Shopkeepers and people who are generally more educated also speak French, but in the bush its pretty much Zarma or Hausa or other local languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t had much culture shock; I was speaking to some of the Peace Corps volunteers about the shocks they had when they arrived, and I dunno if its because I was around when I was younger, or if its just how I am, but not much surprises me and I feel pretty comfortable. When I got here my general attitude was basically, I’m here now, not there, and it’s cool. If anything, the hardest thing for me to get used to is the way they treat animals. Here, as in many parts of the world, animals are for work and not companionship. They beat on the donkeys, and aren’t friendly to the dogs. Dogs are for guarding, not petting, and they’re scrawny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do have some funny superstitions; for example, if you meet a woman with a baby, you’re not supposed to fawn over it or tell her its cute or pretty or handsome. Instead, you’re supposed to say “he’s ugly” or a local saying that means “he wont do” apparently because they’re worried that evil spirits will take them away if you say it’s cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s dry season here, so the mosquitoes aren’t bad at all…I’m not even using a net at night. It’s also “cold season” which means it’s only around 95 degrees during the day, and gets down to around 65-70 at night. Yes, to people here, that’s really cold season. At night people are all bundled up in their clothes, and during the day they regularly remark how cool it is. It’s great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/samsvillage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/samsvillage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent my first few days getting over jet lag (wasn’t bad, really), meeting some of the Peace Corps volunteers, and getting to know my way around. The volunteers I’ve met are really nice and helpful; the locals are really impressed by them because they tend to be the only foreigners in the country who actually learn the local dialects and can speak them pretty well. Only some of the volunteers are based in Niamey (the capital, where I am), and the rest are out in the “bush.” Of all the Peace Corps volunteers in the world, they’re some of the only ones who still live in huts while they’re here…in most countries, they live in pretty nice houses, but out in the bush they live like the locals. I’ll post a pic here of one of the PCV’s huts…The bush can be pretty remote; one of the volunteers lives in a village where she has to walk 17 k. to get to the road where she can get a ride into town. They do s projects like community and woman’s gardens, AIDS awareness, and getting people access to clean water via wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/samshut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/samshut.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit Sam, one of the volunteers, on Thursday, out in the bush, and that’s his hut. It’s pretty snazzy…he’s got 3 windows, it’s all made of mud and brush. Very roomy and comfy. Sam’s village is about an hour and a half or so away from Niamey. We also visited Bali Yara (not sure on the spelling), another village where there’s a Peace Corps hostel. The main hostel is here in Niamey, where the volunteers stay when they visit the city, but there are 3-5 others around the country as general meeting points for the volunteers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, mom and a couple of the volunteers and I went out to a bar and had a couple of beers and saw a great sunset, then went to the Senegalese restaurant, which was amazing. Things are cheap – I think we paid about a buck for big beers, and maybe 2 bucks or so each for diner. The money is fun because its big – 2 bucks is 1000 CFA, so it makes you feel rich! The food here is great, and you can get a lot more fresh veggies than I thought would be possible…and they aren’t as scary as the doctor who gave me my shots made them sound…and I’m not dead from it yet, or even a little sick! (although I hear the volunteers here have one of the highest rates of diarrhea in the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is crazy…a lot of the streets aren’t paved and if they are they aren’t exactly level. Drivers have to navigate people, bikes, cattle, camels, chickens, goats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants their picture taken, but I’m still kinda shy on pointing and shooting at people; I’m sure I’ll get over it. All the little kids want you to take their picture, and they want a copy to show off. Everybody’s an entrepreneur….they want to open your door, watch your car, etc. for a few cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the locals are Muslim and there are mosques everywhere. I love hearing the call to prayer again, even at 5 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so friendly and helpful and happy, but it’s hard to forget the poverty here. It’s totally different from what you see on tv, though, I assure you. People are not generally miserable, even though they may be poor and they may be hungry. They get by, and they take one day at a time. It’s one of the poorest countries in the world, and life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend mom and I plan to hit the big market, and do some shopping (did some this morning… the market is fun but crazy, and soooo big!…I think I might have to start at the petit market next time!) Oh, and my Christmas present was a beautiful djembe….it sounds amazing! (and I’ve got a pic of that, too.) Apparently one of the volunteers here has adopted a lion cub, so I hope to get to go meet and play with it next week. I also want to get out of the capital and spend a night or 2 in the bush at some point soon; pound some millet and gather water from the wells….have a real experience. My Zarma is not great but I think I can basically get around, especially out in the bush where things are a bit slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/drum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/drum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of the Peace Corps’ birthdays today (Sat.) and we’re going to go to the nightclub, which sounds pretty wild by all accounts. Last night we went to the bar by my mom’s house and then down to Chateau Un, and stayed out till around 3 or so…delicious grand bierre Nigerian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fo fo to all friends and family that are reading this. I’m having lotsa fun and had no problems on the trip. I’m safe and happy and warm. Best wishes to everybody, and kala ton ton (see ya later).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-113665740324050686?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/113665740324050686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=113665740324050686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113665740324050686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113665740324050686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2006/01/fo-fo.html' title='fo fo'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-113151524737746076</id><published>2005-11-08T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:50:06.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons</title><content type='html'>where did they go? It's November in Wisconsin, and it's 70 degrees???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, michelle and laurel are both gone from the farm now and it's just me (and rob) and occasional cameo appearances from duncan, erika, and jody. it's a different job, without co-workers. seems somehow more like work, but i'm still enjoying it thouroughly. months ago i was wondering what farmers would possibly have to do in novemeber (isn't everything dead by then????) but no. we have lettuce, spinach, lotsa other greens, broccoli, scallions, kohlrabi...the list goes on. it's a beautiful time to be in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the world continues to spin out of control, i've re-contracted the wanderlust virus - a highly contageous and suprisingly not rare strain that everyone should watch out for. i wanna go off. travel. do stuff. someone recently and cruelly informed me that i could get to hawaii for $90 and sit in a field of guava trees. evil. a whole damn axis of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole thing could be a lot more interesting if i had a digital camera. i'm generally anti-digi cam, but then i could show you pictures of broccoli and the graveyard i went to on halloween and maybe - just maybe - even my new pink slippers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-113151524737746076?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/113151524737746076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=113151524737746076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113151524737746076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/113151524737746076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2005/11/seasons.html' title='seasons'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-112892163688322441</id><published>2005-10-09T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:21:30.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make you go huh...</title><content type='html'>I work at captel. captel is weird. it's a great service, helping people who are deaf and hard of hearing to use the phone freely...but its weird. Today i was working and wondering (you do get a lot of time to wonder...and read...and color) what these people (the "clients") think of us, do they think of us...really, it's just a bunch of hungover college kids in wisconsin relaying people's (often) very private conversations all accross the country. the responsibility sometimes feels too great. also leaves me feeling like a talking robot, devoid of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in wisconsin. wisconsin is also weird. some factions in our state government can't seem to let go of the "guns, god and gays" thing (again) this legislative session and are ramming conservative anti-choice, anti-gay legislation down our throats again. why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uw-madison got ranked the #1 party school in the country this year, beating out a very angry mob of uc-boulder students, who usually win. we're #1....yay! The local cops, etc. don't seem to have many great ideas about how to control the crowd this halloween. i say let them eat mayhem. let it go. leave the bars open later, stop serving earlier, and let everyone hang out. jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not giving very careful thought or adding very persuasive or informative depth to this discussion of very random things that don't go together, so i'll go...really...i'm going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way, nature is pissed off in a big way. we should really stop screwing with her. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot. this is my friend rob. rob is very weird. would you pick this guy up off the highway? 'nuff said. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/Z%27S%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/Z%27S%20037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-112892163688322441?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/112892163688322441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=112892163688322441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112892163688322441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112892163688322441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-make-you-go-huh.html' title='things that make you go huh...'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-112883179879095302</id><published>2005-10-08T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:25:06.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an open letter of appreciation...</title><content type='html'>to the fine men and women who created safety valves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety valves at gas stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, kind sir(s) and madame(s),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont draw this out, but disaster and a new entry into the 2005 Darwin Awards was thankfully averted due to your persistance and dedication to the human spirit. i thank you, and call on congress to immediately institue a new national holiday, Safety Valve Inventor's Appreciation Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katya S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youdontwanttoknowyoudontwanttoknowyoudontwanttoknowyoudontwant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-112883179879095302?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/112883179879095302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=112883179879095302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112883179879095302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112883179879095302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2005/10/open-letter-of-appreciation.html' title='an open letter of appreciation...'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-112788794225282551</id><published>2005-09-27T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:14:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blind leading the hopeful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/cutie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we gathered in D.C. to protest the fact that our government was lying to and ignoring us, another essential contributor to democracy was choosing to ignore us...the mainstream media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so naive to have believed before this that they were encouraged to follow our cause or highlight our successes (or even really deliver the news) - but the near absence of coverage of this rather large event is unforgivable. I don't toss around the word "abhorrent" too often, but it's appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I know that there are many things going on...there was a major hurricane wreaking yet more havoc on the Gulf Coast that morning...there was (thankfully) continuing coverage of the pathetic and unforgivable response to Hurricane Katrina...there's the sad and unnecessary ongoing war in Iraq that takes more young, brave lives each day...and a host of other issues out there. But this was hundreds of thousands of people. On the streets outside the White House. Very clearly and vocally telling the people of our nation and the world that our government is failing us, with dire consequences for our nation &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the world. Where were they? Where was the press? It's so sad that to get decent coverage of this event (and many others) I had to turn to news sources in other countries to get even remotely accurate or in-depth information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough media ranting...and a little more on the protest, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After aprox. 3 hours of speeches at the Ellipse, my friends and I joined the march alongside a long train of flag-draped coffins. Lots of great chants - our personal favorite was the oh so rhythmic and catchy "Move Bush, get out the way, get out the way...Move Bush..." and the familiar "This is what democracy looks like; this is what democracy sounds like..." For a while we followed behind a very fun troupe of marching drummers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/924%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some clever acts - a great puppetry act with a guy dressed as the devil holding the puppet strings of Dick Cheney, who was in turn holding onto the strings of GW, who was holding a big blow-up earth and performing destructive acts and demeaning gestures towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always fun and imaginative, the Billionaires for Bush troupe was out, an anti-Bush group that attends protests in ball gowns and suits, looking like polite society and holding signs proclaiming their appreciation for hi-income tax breaks and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/924%20041.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Raging Grannies were also a welcome sight - they put on a great show near the beginning of the rally that I hope to post if I can ever upload audio onto this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite good competition, I'd have to say that my favorite sign simply said "The RAPTURE is NOT an EXIT STRATEGY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%200231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/924%200231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home from the protest (from the Mall to a friend's house in D.C.) , in the shadow of the national monument once the sun had receded behind a dark red sky (read: d.c. pollution), we saw that Sheehan's Camp Casey had set up next to hundreds of memorial crosses near the monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was just nice to be among intelligent, peaceful people coming together for the great cause of our time - rallying against an unelected president who wields power for it's own sake and has no loftier ambitions for a nation so great than to saturate it with money and power for the wealthy, white and morally weak. Despite my low expectations, the media still managed to disappoint me...but really, the convergence was invigorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the media. We know the people are with us. It's clear in Bush's declining approval rating and the low and constantly plummeting approval of our war and occupation in Iraq. People are mad. They are mad that their sons and daughters and friends and relatives are dying in a war that has no forseable end and no no substantiated purpose. Mad that the wealthiest and (often) least deserving among us get pats on the back and big tax breaks. Mad that our so-called leaders turned its back on an underserved and very important part of our national community in a time of crisis and human suffering. And I hope they are mad and getting madder that this government wants to take a national crisis and turn it into an opportunity to turn one of this nation's cities with the most culture and character into an upscale development and playground for the rich and properly pious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why it took so long, but I'm hoping that people are finally starting to wake up. The most crucial part of democracy is the people who it's meant to represent; our greatest enemy is apathy. This is a crucial time in our history, and in this struggle, I've been very disappointed in our general decision to ignore our responsibilities and decline to hold our government accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/924%200441.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Generally a pessimist, I'm encouraged now to hold to a glimmer of hope that the people of this nation still care about our global image and have a desire to work for the greater good. We can continue to shop and consume and ignore the world around us, or we can take on the responsibility of being a largely privileged group of people that can be good international neighbors. The issues at face value may seem abstract - global terrorism, scientific research on environmental issues, social mores and religious values - but when you just take the time to think about them, it becomes very simple: a safe place for ourselves and our children - no matter what race, color, or religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...before I start singing "Cumbaya' with my candle in the dark, this is katya, signing off for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-112788794225282551?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/112788794225282551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=112788794225282551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112788794225282551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112788794225282551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2005/09/blind-leading-hopeful.html' title='the blind leading the hopeful...'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-112788402106857489</id><published>2005-09-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:07:01.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is (pretty much) What Democracy Looks Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%200362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/924%200362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, Bush wasn't in D.C. but a hell of a lot of other people were today. (apparently, Bush was in Austin, TX.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the "Ellipse" around 10:30 am, where United for Peace and Justice, ANSWER, et al were assembling. Code Pink started off just accross the way. As the crowd gathered, we were told that more were on their way, stuck up in the D.C. metro system and traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By around 11:30, they announced that about 250,000 people has assembled, with more still on the way. A number of speakers from 10 am to around 2 pm... From Jesse Jackson to Ralph Nader, Cindy Sheehan, George Galloway, Elias Rashmawai, leaders from the labor movement, Unite, ANSWER and ImpeachBush.com...all demanding an end to the occupation of Iraq (and Palestine, Haiti, the Philippines...), and asking Americans to demand truth and responsibility from their government (didn't really quite get ALL that accomplished today, but...) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%200302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/924%200302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galloway, an author and a member of British Parliament, said: "There is an absolute need for your country and for my country to stand shoulder to shoulder against the war criminals -Tony Blair and George W. Bush. It is also important to demonstrate to the peoples of the world, particularly the people of the occupied world, that these criminals are not acting in our name. This is not any clash of civilizations! This is not a war between the people of the West and the people of the East. This is not between Christianity and Islam. George Bush does not represent any civilization!" &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many great signs, wonderful people, and suprisingly chill police. There was a small group of protesters protesting the protest - always nice to see. They camped out outside the FBI building and, from what I heard, struck up some heated but not violent conversations with the peace demonstrators. As usual, the mainstream media is giving the pathetic numbers of pro-bush supporters equal media time as the hundreds-of-thousands anti-bush contingent on tonights news in the effort to be 'fair and balanced." &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/1600/924%200173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1540/1623/320/924%200173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The protest was HUGE, although I'm going to take the current reports on turnout with a grain or 2 of salt...speakers at the rally were reporting a high of 300,000, while other media sources are leaving it at something like 'much more than the 100,000 expected.' The police have so far declined to comment on the population of the protest, but I do know that the line of people circled the protest route (aprox 20 blocks) so fast that for a while there was no place to go - the protest route was full of people and for a little bit it was more like a stand in than a march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening events were good - my highlight of the evening was a great performance by the Coup... and a great set by Steve Earl. Spirits were high and the organization of the event was excellent - now it's all of our jobs to take that energy and determination back to our own communities (Blogger is not letting me upload any more pics right now for some reason, so i'll try again tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've slept maybe 10 hours since last Thursday and I don't think I can make much more of this right now. So many things going on today, my brain is mush and it's one of those things I'll just have to ponder for longer before I'll have any perspective. More to come... and it'll sound a hell of a lot more exciting after a hell of a lot of sleep...I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-112788402106857489?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/112788402106857489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=112788402106857489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112788402106857489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112788402106857489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-pretty-much-what-democracy.html' title='This Is (pretty much) What Democracy Looks Like'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955493.post-112727733502160279</id><published>2005-09-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T07:28:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this one time, while playing dance dance revolution extreme...</title><content type='html'>Really just a post to see if this works....but in an effort to be purposeful, have you read the speech John Kerry gave at Brown University (9/19)? Never one to think than Kerry is particularily inspiring, I was much encouraged by his (and the party's) sudden ability find some balls and speak some truth. A long speech - I didn't hear it or see it but only read it - damn thing is like 6 pages long - but gutsy and real and... isn't it incredible when the logical and obvious suddenly seems ballsey and amazing to actually say out loud? Intelligent people have been saying this stuff for years, but ...it's still encouraging! Anyway, check it out, and I'll end my sorry excuse for a first post. &lt;a href="http://www.johnkerry.com"&gt;www.johnkerry.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, check out the upcoming live blog as my farm friends and I trek to D.C. for the Sept. 24th protest...up and coming to you Sat. night live from &lt;a href="http://www.madisonobserver.org/madblogs.html"&gt;www.madisonobserver.org/madblogs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955493-112727733502160279?l=katyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/feeds/112727733502160279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955493&amp;postID=112727733502160279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112727733502160279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955493/posts/default/112727733502160279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyana.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-this-one-time-while-playing-dance.html' title='So this one time, while playing dance dance revolution extreme...'/><author><name>katya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00213257967006670582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
