We recently found out that my grandmother has severe blockage in the major arteries of her brain. This means that a stroke is almost inevitable unless she undergoes surgery. Unfortunately, surgery may be too risky of an option, since she has many risk factors against her.
Everything is currently on hold, since she lives in Taipei, and all of her children (my mom, aunt and uncle) are living in the U.S. except the oldest son, my older uncle, who also lives in Taipei. The doctor wants to speak with him directly, but he is currently floating somewhere in the Amazon and we cannot contact him until he arrives in California in over a week.
Please pray for my grandma's health and that our family is able to make some decisions in the near future. Thanks.
Green Acres
Saturday, January 31, 2004
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Please check out this article on the domestic sex-trafficking problem. Yep, U.S. as an importer of sex slaves. Horrific and heartbreaking.
The Girls Next Door
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
A TRUTHFUL PRAYER BEFORE MEALS
"I am sorry, God, for my intentional and
unintentional participation in the current world
market that has brought this food produced often
through environmentally-dangerous and negative
farming practices, packaged in environmentally-
unfriendly containers and harvested in many cases by
underpaid, abused migrant and alien labor so it can
be brought to my table, a table at which I often
consume food in unnecessary amounts and even waste
it.
"As penance and in hopes of redeeming myself for
participation in this daily tragedy which
contributes to the unequal distribution of the
bounty You do supply, I will strive, with the help
of Your grace, to use the energy created by this
food in my body to serve someone other than myself
and, whenever possible, those in greatest need.
God, please continue through the Holy Spirit to work
with me on my conversion and awareness so that
tomorrow I may buy less and eat less. If I
accomplish this, my prayer of thanksgiving can truly
be one of simple thanks rather than a confession of
my indulgence and the over importance given to me as
a first-world male so obviously demonstrated by the
over abundance of out-of-season, imported,
transported, and over-packaged food on my table.
"May God forgive me for what I am about to do."
(From the ALTERNATIVES FOR SIMPLE LIVING Member/
Volunteer Update, Summer, 2003; originally submitted
by John Sentovich from a friend. Go to
http://www.simpleliving.org/main/InsiderInfo.html to
read the whole issue. Alternatives has been
"equipping people of faith to challenge consumerism,
live justly, and celebrate responsibly" since 1973.
For a free Resource Guide contact 800-821-6153 or
Alternatives@SimpleLiving.org. Or visit
http://www.SimpleLiving.org.
Monday, January 26, 2004
I've posted birthday weekend (it was awesome and glorious) photos on Ofoto - let me know if you wish to view the album.
A BIG thank you to Jason, Grace, Ellen, Dave, Chris, Nina and Christine for the awesome gift! You guys are the best. I'll try to figure out how I'm to post pictures now with my new digital camera!
If you happen to have tips in this area, please share! Thanks.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Did any of you watch it? What did you think? My neighbors taped it for me (I was picking up J. from the airport), but I haven't seen it yet.
If you missed the Dateline NBC episode, you can watch a short video of it online. Read a summary story here, and then you can launch the video from there. (Requires a Windows Media Player 9, which you can download.)
Oh, there are five other clips on this page, each about 3 min long. (Once you've downloaded the Media Player, go to the "Free Video" box and you can view each clip, #1-5.)
Thursday, January 22, 2004
IJM will be featured on the Fri 1/23 (that's tomorrow!) evening episode of Dateline NBC! Please check local listings, but I believe it's to air at 8pm.
IJM on Dateline NBC
Please take the time to watch what will be an incredible glimpse inside their work fighting against sex trafficking of children, and the amazing rescue of 37 victims and the recent convictions of two brothel-keepers in Cambodia. Here's the link to the IJM News Release about the convictions.
SPREAD THE WORD!
ps - let me know if you're able to tape it.... I don't have a VCR unfortunately. i'd be so grateful!
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Just got the new(-ish?) Switchfoot CD, the Beautiful Letdown - so I'm procrastinating. (okay, okay, I don't need a new CD to induce me to procrastinate.)
The first three songs seem to weave a certain theme... you think?
Meant To Live
Fumbling his confidence and wondering
why the world has passed him by.
Hoping that he's bent for more
than arguments and failed attempts to fly.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside.
Dreaming about providence and
whether mice and men have second tries.
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open,
maybe we're bent and broken.
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life.
We were meant to live.
This is Your Life
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes,
This is your life.
And today is all you've got now.
And today is all you ever have.
Don't close your eyes.
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed
that it would be when the world was younger,
and you had everything to lose?
Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over.
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
More Than Fine
When I wake in the morning
I want to blow into pieces.
I want more than just okay, more than just okay,
When I'm up with the sunshine,
I want more than just a good time
I want more than just okay, more than just okay.
I'm not givin' up, givin' up now.
I'm not givin' up, not backing down.
More than fine, more than bent on getting by.
More than fine, more than just okay.
When I'm lit with the sunrise,
I want more than just the blue skies
I want more than just okay, more than just okay
More than oceans away from the dawn
More than oceans away from who we are.
More than oceans, more than oceans
More than fine.
Hooray! We did our first mock immigration hearings for the Immigration Clinic. We were doing the direct examination of our asylum applicant and one of the expert witness. It's kind of a bizarre process of trying to elicit answers from the witness rather than just making the arguments to the judge yourself (on behalf of the client.)
[BTW, I really like my partner who I'll be working with the next two quarters. She's a super-nice, friendly TALL Romanian woman. Her only flaw being that she's a Stanford alum (and her husband too - boo) - but she's a delight to work with and way more on top of things than I am.]
Our judge granted asylum to our client, a teenage boy who was horribly abused, including forced prostitution, by his own father. Really tragic tragic story. Although we don't have his real name, this was a real case. In real life, the judge didn't grant him asylum (meaning most likely he'd be deported from the U.S. and sent back to his country) but it's currently pending an appeal.
It is neat and encouraging to talk with attorneys that do asylum work. The few that I've met just love it. One of them is a woman at my church who says it's "life-changing work." By that she meant that it really changed her perspective on her own life. That her clients were actually tortured and persecuted, that she actually knows real people who suffer the kinds of things you only hear about in the news or read in books... and that you can effect dramatically good change in their lives. (Okay, tempered by the fact that the victories tend to be rarer than the losses.) It can be powerful and heady stuff.
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Do you watch Reality TV? Read below. Uh... scary!
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Think Tank: Greeting Big Brother With Open Arms
January 17, 2004
By EMILY EAKIN
For 50 years, Big Brother was an unambiguous symbol of
malignant state power, totalitarianism's all-seeing eye.
Then Big Brother became a hip reality television show, in
which 10 cohabiting strangers submitted to round-the-clock
camera monitoring in return for the chance to compete for
$500,000.
That transformation is telling, says Mark Andrejevic, a
professor of communication studies at the University of
Iowa at Iowa City. Today, more than twice as many young
people apply to MTV's "Real World" show than to Harvard, he
says. Clearly, to a post-cold-war generation of Americans,
the prospect of living under surveillance is no longer
scary but cool.
Media critics have frequently portrayed the reality show
craze in unflattering terms, as a sign of base voyeurism
(on the part of viewers) and an unseemly obsession with
fame (on the part of participants). But Mr. Andrejevic's
take, influenced by the theories of Theodor Adorno and
Michel Foucault, is at once darker and more subtle.
Reality shows glamorize surveillance, he writes, presenting
it "as one of the hip attributes of the contemporary
world," "an entree into the world of wealth and celebrity"
and even a moral good. His new book, "Reality TV: The Work
of Being Watched" (Rowman & Littlefield), is peppered with
quotes from veterans of "The Real World," "Road Rules" and
"Temptation Island," rhapsodizing about on-air personal
growth and the therapeutic value of being constantly
watched. As Josh on "Big Brother" explains, "Everyone
should have an audience."
At the same time, Mr. Andrejevic (pronounced
an-DRAY-uh-vitch) argues, the reality genre appears to
fulfill the democratic promise of the emerging interactive
economy, turning passive cultural consumers into active
ones who can star on shows or vote on their outcomes. (The
series "Extreme Makeover" takes this promise literally, he
notes, "offering to rebuild `real' people via plastic
surgery so that they can physically close the gap between
themselves and the contrived aesthetic of celebrity they
have been taught to revere.")
As seductive as this sounds, in Mr. Andrejevic's view
reality television is essentially a scam: propaganda for a
new business model that only pretends to give consumers
more control while in fact subjecting them to increasingly
sophisticated forms of monitoring and manipulation.
As he put it in a telephone interview: "The promise out
there is that everybody can have their own TV show. But of
course, that ends up being a kind of Ponzi scheme. You
can't have everybody watching everybody else's TV show. And
since that's not possible, in economic terms, the way it's
going to work is according to this model of a few people
monitoring what the rest of us do."
Think of TiVo or Replay, he said. These digital recorders
allow people to watch the television shows they want when
they want to. But in return, he points out, the recorders'
manufacturers get a stream of valuable information about
viewer preferences. The same principle, he argues, holds
true for online shops that offer custom CD's in exchange
for data on personal musical tastes. Or Web sites that use
"cookies" to track users' movements on the Internet.
Marketers aren't interested in exceptional behavior, he
added. They want to know about the routine aspects of daily
life, the same material that shows like "The Real World"
and "Big Brother" - in which banality passes as
authenticity - strive to capture on film.
In short, Mr. Andrejevic said, reality television's true
beneficiaries are not the shows' cast members (who can wind
up making little more than minimum wage for the hours - or
months - they spend before the camera) or ordinary viewers
(who don't really choose what happens on their television
screens) but the marketers, advertisers and corporate
executives who have a large stake in seeing surveillance
portrayed as benign.
Of course, he conceded, his students don't necessarily see
it this way. Raised on Web logs, Google, cellphones and
instant messaging, they "divulge much more information
about themselves on a daily basis than previous
generations," he said, and they don't associate the idea of
surveillance with a totalitarian Big Brother.
"The concern I have is that self-expression gets confused
with the inducement to assist in marketing to yourself,"
Mr. Andrejevic said. "But my students say they've got
nothing to hide. And until there are some consequences they
perceive as detrimental, they're not going to be
concerned."
At least in one respect, he added, reality television does
conform to real life. "It portrays the reality of
contrivance, the way consumers are manipulated," he said.
"I look at it with the fascination of somebody watching a
car wreck."
Link to the NYT Article
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Another overarching theme (broken up into different components) in the life of (many many of them, if not most) 20-something-year-olds:
"What should I do with my life?"
"What is the best way to live my life?"
"Will I just become an office slave, doing meaningless work for the rest of my life?"
"Am I selling out because I like the cushy income and nice things?"
"Why don't I have passion in the work I do?"
"Is it unrealistic to have passion in the work I do?"
"Am I wasting my life doing X?"
"Is there really a calling for me?"
etc, etc, etc.
It's true, not everyone goes through these sort of existential type questions. However, many many many of my friends, family, fellow students do - that it almost feels like it's the air that we breathe. I think those of us that are in school tend to be temporarily sheltered from some of these questions (in the daily push/stress to get our schoolwork done) but occasionally we are jolted into the same fight and contemplation. I dunno, maybe work folk who are relatively settled don't experience it as often as I think. In any case, it's the most popular set of questions/issues that come up in serious conversations right after the marriage, soul-mate, dating and love issue questions.
Now it's easy to brush these thoughts off when you feel like you've got some semblance of a path figured out. Go to school for X years. Work for Y years. Maybe get married, have Z kids. Live in ABC City.
And perhaps it may be more symptomatic among the relatively affluent or solid middle-class background who have the luxury of getting to make such choices. If you're worried about making the rent month-to-month, maybe these thoughts are of low-priority concern.
So I was reading this book tonight called (not surprisingly) What Should I Do with My Life? by a guy named Po Bronson. Fascinating read. Bronson basically interviews like 30-40 people, from a wide range of ages, socioeconomic/education backgrounds, careers, to ask them how they found their "calling". Of course he's basically doing a bunch of editorializing and framing of the stories, but he really was trying to be as "objective" as possible, not trying to present any particular agenda, but finding out what made people tick, how they went about it and what did they learn along the way. [If you've read Studs Terkel's Working, it's quite similar.]
And he interviews them via phone/email/in person over a period of months or years, travelling to see them, sometimes actually working alongside them, etc. He sometimes interjects to give them advice or rebuke them. He sometimes cries with them and shares his own pains and experiences. (Bronson got a BA Economics from Stanford, worked as some sort of daytrader at a prestigious firm, then a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing at San Francisco State. He's written for NY Times, Wall Street Journal, a couple of his own books - all bestsellers, I think. He also tells a little about his failed first marriage and the guilt over his happy life with his second wife and child, etc.)
As an example of one story - one man came from super-privileged family, got top education (including Harvard Business School), groomed to become CEO of Fortune 150 company (would inherit from father, who'd inherited from his father) and seemed to be set for that life. His marriage to high school sweetheart fell apart (something to do with the 80+ hour workweeks) and then he started questioning what it was all for.
He then discovered his passion for law enforcement. He quit his super-lucrative job and trained at a police academy. He did really well, but no one would hire him. Not the FBI, not LAPD, not even local police. He'd never been denied anything in his life before. Once you attended Harvard B-School, you thought you could change the world in an instant, you just needed to decide where. But he kept persevering, and decided to volunteer for a year in order to get a job with the El Monte police department. (There's more to this, but in summary...) he finally landed a position. And the author describes going on a graveyard-shift with him, riding in the police car, stopping teenagers, busting people for drugs, warning transvestite prostitutes... and always suspicious of the criminal activity that could sit so subtly behind any everyday act.
And he felt like his work mattered. He was doing something to help people, safeguard society, whatever.
The crazy thing is that he still lives in his spotless luxury Venice Beach condo, and drives his Mercedes to work. He likes the dichotomies in his life. I think his family empire manufactured steel and ball bearings and the really funny thing is that all the officers in his dept put these bearings in their boots - but don't realize that he's the same last name as the name on those bearings!
There are so many other such stories in the book - not all so dramatic, and of those who are far less educated and privileged. Some are of those who started afresh in second careers. There may not be any one-size-fits-all self-help prescriptions, but wow, what a collection! And what a way to get a look into how other people live and see the world! It really makes me think and reflect on my own life and choices. Hmm. I could go on, but I think this post has been plenty long already.
Today I was standing around with a three of my first-year section mates, B, C and M, who all happen to be a bit older - mid 30s and a mid-40. I like them all, and all of them are pretty intellectual (which is intimidating to me), though in a sort of non-traditional way. M asked us what we thought of the Democratic candidates - not in terms of electorability, but just pure politics/views.
B and C answered, and I had hoped it would never turn to me (since I'm pretty ignorant about politics, and sometimes I feel, just overall ignorant). I tried to pre-empt that and asked M what she thought. She just said, "Well, I really wanted to hear what you thought. I mean, I don't even know if you're a Democrat..." (I'm not. But neither would I classify myself as a Republican. I don't know what I am.. it sounds lame to be apolitical. There's cool apolitical, as in I know a ton about politics and it disgusts me and I am above all of that or look beyond it for the solution, and there's lame apolitical, as in I don't know anything and therefore I take no stance. I fall in the latter.)
I averted her gaze and mumbled something like, "Well, I'm not really political..." and could feel a slight flush in my face. B said, "You should be!" in a jesting way, and I tried to joke back with, "I know... after all I am in law school!" M didn't press me about it.
It just reminds me of the inferiority complex I carry around. It may not make sense, but on the one hand, I have a lot of pride and on the other hand, I'm constantly comparing myself to these other folks and feeling like I don't match up and need to maintain an aura that yes, i'm as smart and knowledgeable as you... I'm just... reticent. Ha!
Or it might just be as simple as... I don't like looking or feeling stupid or ignorant. Of course no one does, but it's a particularly acute pain when people expect you to be smart and knowledgeable and a large chunk of your identity consists of people thinking you're smart and knowledgeable and if you're not...
[By the way, this started out as the introduction to what was my main point, but has someone evolved into its own main point...]
The question comes back to - who am I trying to impress? Why do I even care what my classmates think about me? Or in particular, why do I care whether they are impressed with my knowledge or ideas? No one even spends a tenth of the time I do analyzing me or what I say...and yet I imagine that they do. They no doubt have a zillion of their own issues and things to deal with to waste that kind of precious commodity.
Or to ask it another why, why don't I care to impress them in terms of how much I can love them? And humility and servanthood? (And not for the sake of impressing them, but for the actual sake of doing so, if that makes sense.) Why idolize the life of the mind in the way that I do?
I remember these quotes from Mother Teresa, and how they impacted and haunted me:
"We must know that we have been created for greater things, not just to be a number in the world, not just to go for diplomas and degrees, this work and that work. We have been created in order to love and to be loved."
"God will not ask [us] how many books we have read; how many miracles we have worked; but He will ask [us] if we have done our best, for the love of Him."
"Pride destroys everything."
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
"I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice? Only words, words; to be led out to battle against other words."
- Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis
Did you know that Till We Have Faces was one of Lewis' favorites of his own works? It's fiction, based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche. I read it in a few days, nearly choking on it I was drinking it in so fast. Did I mention I really really liked it? It's bizarre and I still don't quite understand it all... but I highly highly highly recommend. It's profound (too profound for me! Maybe I'll get it in the third or fourth reading.)
Monday, January 12, 2004
Updated the links on the right-hand bar. Will start adding blogs soon. Do you have one? (*Cough, cough* Bev? It's on your 2004 resolutions, right?) Do I know about it? Please use the Comments section below. Thanks.
Calm after the storm. I had turned in another draft at 4:00am, so I crashed and woke up at 11:30am.
"That is why the real problem of the Christian life come where people do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind." -- C.S. Lewis
Today was a "coming in out of the wind" kind of a day.
Sunny. Not too cold, kinda crisp air. Didn't need to think about draft. Turkey and egg sandwich for brunch. Fill-in-the-blanks homework (who has heard of that for law school!?!?) Shower. Crate & Barrel to return an orange tablecloth (it doesn't match my place.) Still sunny outside. Barnes & Noble - too crowded, but found a seat. Cafe au lait. Gary Chapman's The Five Love Languages - good read. Church. Chatted with couple who's expecting their first child, a girl. Great worship songs. Great sermon on 1 Tim. 1:1-11. Funny funny pastor. Laughed a lot, tearing a little. Encouraged. Grateful for Jesus. Safeway for ground beef. Cooked and ate spaghetti. Yum. ALIAS at Davis & Michelle's. Outrageous episode - will the insanity never stop? Stayed to hang out. Didn't feel rushed as usual.
Back at the computer now. Some more brainless (yay) homework and perhaps devotions and some C.S. Lewis.
Ah. *Sigh.* (A contented one.) All days should be like today's day.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
So I bought this monstrosity of an office/desk chair. I started to realize that the many, many hours spent on the computer and typing was really straining my shoulders and backside, and the $10 distressed wood chair I bought at a flea market (as beautiful as it is) was probably the source of it.
Not only is it this large, full/high-backed chair, it's a two-tone color (black and grey) and absolutely does not match anything in my apartment. It seems to take up the whole studio. Boo. But ergonomics and comfort over aesthetics!
Erin and I enjoyed breakfast together at my place... it was great to hang out and catch up! And it was nice to play hostess. I definitely don't do that enough. She's going back to SoCal tomorrow. She goes back to my hometown and I'm staying in hers.
Friday, January 09, 2004
I laughed out loud when I discovered this in my fortune cookie: "Now it is best to take things just one step at a time." I'll say! Ain't that the truth?!?!
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Yesterday, I walked up and down The Ave (nickname for University Street, quite similar to Telegraph Ave. in Berkeley) to buy some books for class. As I mentioned already (below, haha) it had been snowing earlier in the day, but by then had subsided.
I noticed an older homeless man sitting on the edge of a planter, sipping what looked to be a hot liquid from a crumpled Burger King cup. A young Asian couple stopped to give him some change, and I walked past him, wondering if I should do the same.
(In the last few days it has been so cold here in Seattle... and even I, living in my super-heated apartment building, felt it. I wondered and hoped that the homeless had a place to go to keep out of the cold, particularly at night.)
I walked by the man, glancing at him from the corner of my eye, but didn't stop and trudged up to the bookstore. I reached into my pocket for my gloves and found six dollars, and recall that I had stuffed my change in there after lunch the day before. Maybe I should give it to him, I thought. But then all these justifications and rationalizations also came over me... and I always think, I should just give it directly to a homeless shelter or organization. The man may use it for alcohol or drugs.
After some time in the bookstore, where I bought a few items not for school (e.g. "cute" stationery, etc.) I was walking back down the same street and realized that the man might still be there. I then saw him, and without much conscious thought, I pulled the six dollars out, walked over to him and offered it to him.
He looked a little surprised (maybe at the amount, I'm not sure though) and seemed quite appreciative, saying "Thank you." I just gave him a little smile and walked on, feeling fairly good about myself. (I usually let my rationality and "common sense" get in the way of being charitable to the homeless or beggars, but then would still feel guilty aftewards.)
For some reason, the "thank you" from the man - one that seemed truly grateful - has stuck with me. I wish I could say that I don't need appreciation to be generous, but that's not true. I guess it makes me think that perhaps that little bit of money made his day a little brighter. Maybe it helped him get a larger meal for dinner. Maybe... I don't know.
Today I realized that I didn't even stop to talk to the man. I just gave him money and walked away. Even in Berkeley, I was never the most comfortable talking or being around the homeless folks. Yes, in part it was due to them being smelly and unpredictable (maybe they were crazy and would yell at me, or maybe even hurt me). However, I think it was also because I never took the time to talk to them... I still see them as "other", as if they aren't quite the same as you or me.
In any case, I resolve to take some time to both give money and talk with the person. I am sure they get lonely just as I get lonely. And I can learn a little more about this human being made in the image of God, who is not so dissimilar from me as I would think.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
I woke up to flurries fluttering down and covering the sky, and a white blanket over all the streets, trees, and roofs. It was quite surreal - it looked like one of those Christmas village displays.
Now I can barely see through the white fog - it's absolutely incredible! We're hovering around 23 degrees F, but it may warm up to the high 30s later today, which will lead to an end of the snow and more of a rainy icy slush.
I opened the window and stuck my head outside to see what the flurries would feel like... light and soft. I took a picture... buses are still running, people are still walking around, and blackbirds are hopping around on the snow and leaving their fresh prints on it. It didn't seem that cold... but then again, I'm standing inside my super-heated apartment.
Check out the view of UW's main campus square.
The question still remains: do I go to class today? It's funny... I'm quite excited about the prospect of getting outside and taking more pictures... but it's really much to snowy for us to go to class (held indoors)! :P
Monday, January 05, 2004
Anyone have advice how to weather a snowstorm?
Seattle is expected to get 3-6 inches of snow tonight and tomorrow! Insanity... what is a California girl supposed to do?!?!
We may get snowed out of our classes.... whoopee!
I hope all electric, water, phone lines, etc. will still be up and running.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
Happy New Year! And Happy Birthday to my dear Dad (don't worry, I won't reveal your age - haha)!
Unfortunately, I must admit that the new year has been rather hellish. Literally, working on the Comment in the last four or five days has felt like being in hell. Do you remember that Greek myth about Sisyphus, the one condemned in Hades to keep repeatedly pushing the large boulder up the hill, knowing that each time it nears the top, it will inevitably come crashing down for him to do it once again? Yea, welcome to my world. In two days, I slept roughly 6 hours total (in bed and on plane). I finally crashed at 5:30am this morning.
I'm back in Seattle again, and it was snowing here yesterday! Big fat falling snowflakes, and the ground was blanketed with white. Incredible. They say today is supposed to be the coldest day in Seattle in the last three years. Yikes.
Speaking of cold- another exciting development. Jason is now in Anchorage (yes, as in Alaska!) for the start of his six-week rotation in Obstetrics/Gynecology. He will also do his surgery rotation the six weeks following in Fairbanks (yes, as in inland Alaska where it falls below 0 degrees.)
Classes begin tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to taking part in the Immigration Clinic. I'm in a group of 6 students who will be advocating for asylum seekers, and I think we'll even have the opportunity to speak before the Immigration Court - double yikes. No worries, we have an asylum expert as an advisor, so I don't expect any of my mistakes will send some poor refugee back to their home country. And finally! - we'll be putting some of our education into practice!
