I moved my things and my body now sleeps without the constant sound so ojek, wall-rattling mikrolet, and generally loud and rambunctious people living together in a neighborhood where there is no space between the houses. In the end, I traded construction during the day for the aforementioned sounds. Since I’m usually gone from 7a til 4-5p schooldays, this has been a decent trade-off.
In moving around and packing, I haven’t had time to mess with my digital camera. I had quite a few photos on it. The previous month was mostly taken with my film camera and developed into prints and CD for your viewing pleasure; I also snapped a few quick ones of my new flat although they don’t quite capture the essence of it. I’ll put various photos from the past couple months in the Jan 06 folder.
A few thoughtful people have wondered if I have received mail from them. It seems that much of anything sent around the beginning of December has yet to reach me. It’s normally a three week process. I don’t know where it is. I can’t figure there’s much of monetary value in them except for the obligatory Christmas summer sausage and cheese sent from my dad. I do imagine there are good helpings of wisdom and love.
If you’re bored, you can pop over to Scott’s blog. He manages my site and was the genius behind the photo viewer. Plus, he’s got quite a few photos of the time we spent in Nepal with even one or two of me. I would also like to add he’s tossed me some low paid consultant work via his day job at Oxford University Press. Good networking or nepotism? I’ll take either.
As the New Year came and went, I found myself at another crossroads. I think the Fellow program has had enough of me, or me of it. It’s time to move on after this money train reaches the last stop. I’ve been subscribed to a couple email lists and get periodical forwards from friends. The most interesting job that I’ve seen in the last few weeks has been at the American University of Kabul, Afghanistan. The qualifications look right, and I actually thought about it. I’m think I’m going to leave it to someone else.