tccookie

I really like our dinner group. I enjoy getting together with friends and having a good meal five nights a week. Sabina, Matthew, Monica, April, Andon, Katie, Jenn, Charla, and Kim (who is no longer with us, may she rest in peace) are all fun, good people, and it's good to be able to associate with them every night.

Tonight was my turn. I made a tuna casserole, boiled carrots, and a fruit bowl. It turned out pretty well. I find hosting dinner group very satisfying. I highly appreciate the feeling of not thinking anything about where dinner will come from and then to show up at someone's apartment and have it prepared. So, I try to do the same myself. It's only once every week and a half or so, so I enjoy preparing good food that I probably wouldn't be preparing nightly if it were just me. It's tremendously satisfying; I don't even mind spending the $30-50 I end up using for each meal. Twice (or thrice, depending) a month when I'm getting so well fed by everyone else? It's a deal.

Today flew by. Work went well this morning. I worked with senior agent Christian. It's fun to work with other people. I'll miss that when I start taking calls alone this Friday. Walmart was the usual 2 1/2 hour experience (thank you city bus!). I didn't get to my scholarship plan or internship resume as I had planned, but I got the gears on my bike adjusted (for free! Thanks Mad Dog Cycles!), and dinner was only 15 minutes late, which I was happy about (I was cutting fruit and vegetables like a fiend! Thank goodness Jenn and Monica offered to help... I hope they don't notice that there are volunteer jobs available every week...).

I'm going to post the recipe for the tuna casserole as a note on Facebook. Enjoy.

I love my job! I finally have an on-campus job I am completely satisfied with and would be willing to keep until graduation. It's surprisingly gratifying helping people solve their problems over the phone, and, of course, since they're all full-time staff and faculty they are mostly polite and appreciative. There's a fair amount of downtime to do homework and take care of personal business on the clock, and I'm actually using transferable skills and will learn from this work. But, now that I'm here I have the nagging feeling I should be finding something more closely related to what I am studying and what I excel at. But what's there to do? I speak Chinese and, I feel, understand the language and culture to a level that would be beneficial to many people and organizations. I love academic work. I need to pay my way through school. Actually, if the master macro-plan for the summer works out, this won't be a worry...

Jenn's back from Idaho. She was living here when I first moved in, but she moved to Idaho and recently returned and joined our dinner group. She made an interesting observation the other night after dinner. She mentioned how she jam-packed her schedule in Idaho with academic work and social activity. But now that she's back she just wants to relax, and she was surprised that in the last two days she had kept a low profile, opting just to read, watch movies, and work on some other things on her own. Normally a very social person, she was surprised to find that she enjoyed the feeling of not being social and... not wanting to be. I can totally relate to that feeling. It's interesting how this past week I haven't been terribly social, but I've been enjoying myself a lot. I've felt productive, and I feel I use the social interaction I do get more productively--I don't quite know how to explain that. But, it's struck me again recently how much I've changed since serving a mission. Other people might not notice it, but I feel vastly different in a macro-sense than I did two years or so ago. It's nice.

Due to my job, I get a whole host of electronic access privileges on the campus computer system. It's a surprisingly heady feeling. Of course I would never consider actually doing anything improper, but it's fun to think about. One nice thing I had thought of was adding myself to the Blackboard roles of all the classes I want to take this fall but can't register for. It wouldn't technically register me for the class, but it would be easier for a professor to sign the add card, seeing my name already there, and it would just be fun. Oh well.

I love being a student. It blows my mind to think of all the great resources I have access to and saddens me to think that it will end when I graduate. I can attend tons of cultural things that would be prohibitively expensive under other circumstances either for free or very cheap; I have access to a university library meaning I can listen to recordings of virtually any classical music I want for free and legally on my computer, read virtually any publication I can think of for free, most of which are available from my own computer; I can take classes; there are athletic facilities, museums to visit, lots to do; it's easy to socialize and meet people. It's lines of thought like this that I have surprisingly frequently lately and gently push me toward the long and arduous yet probably pleasurable path of professorship.

They that forsake the law praise the wicked: but such as keep the law contend with them.
- Proverbs 28:4

The last half of this last week has been exhausting, and I'm questioning the worthwhileness of midnight opening day movie showings.

Last week was my last week at the MTC dining center. It was fun while it lasted, but working over 30 hours last week reminded me why I chose not to keep working there for a summer full-time job. Saturday lunch was my last shift, in the dishroom. The fire alarm went off at one point, and when we came back in we just couldn't keep up, short-staffed as we were. The missionaries were just throwing their trays onto the conveyor belt as though it were some kind of dump, and we had trays sliding around, dishes breaking, food and water everywhere (we always do, but especially this shift). Remarkably, though, I wasn't to frustrated. I was working in the "pit," which is the area where the trays come in off the receiving conveyor belt and carousel where we dispose of the stuff that can't go down the disposal and separate out the glasses for washing. It's a messy job, but you get desensitized to it. I like to pretend it's a game and set little goals for myself like always having at least one rack clear on each column, and I try to hit objectives like seeing if I can clear off a whole column of trays--I reward myself with a Mario "one up" sound (which, don't worry, no one can hear because of the loudness of the dish equipment) and bonus points. That one is clearly Tetris inspired, but there are a few more unique ways of "scoring."

On Wednesday evening, for some reason I agreed to substitute for someone working in the sack line at breakfast the next day, which requires being at work at 6:00 a.m. It was a fun job, hanging out with co-worker Allyn and getting to talk to some Chinese missionaries, two of whom are going to Calgary, and one of whom is leaving tomorrow. I couldn't believe how good their Chinese was, actually. I was quite impressed. Anyway, while it was a fun job, for some reason I hadn't gotten asleep until 1:00 the night before (or that morning, if you want to look at it that way), and we were leaving that night for the midnight showing of Batman! So, I was able to take a couple two hour naps before the movie and so could stay awake for it. After the movie, we got home around 3:45 a.m., so I slept for about an hour then went to work at the bakery for the 5:30 a.m. shift! Whoo-hoo. Suffice it to say, I wasn't the most spritely person this weekend.

Batman was a good movie. It made me think. It was very intense, to the point of disturbing me just a bit. I did not appreciate what I thought was gratuitous violence--off the top of my head I recall Batman dropping someone from the second story fire escape and the Joker pushing a mobster's face into a pencil stuck in a table. I guess it kind of makes a point in characterization and what-not, but I don't appreciate hearing the reactions of those around me to this sort of thing, and it makes me wonder exactly why stuff like that is included, as that motive, to me, is what will drive my classification of "acceptable" or "gratuitous." That sort of thing can be a worthwhile tool for developing important things like character and plot, but if it's just there to give the audience some kind of visceral thrill or reaction, yuck. Gratuitous violence aside, that I found the movie disturbing isn't necessarily a complaint, just an observation. It's definitely worth seeing. I really liked one of the final scenes of the people in the ferry boats. That made me happy.

I start my new job tomorrow.

I returned from Canada in March and was in Arizona for about a month and a half. I came to Provo, Utah, to attend spring term at BYU.

During spring term I had a fairly heavy course load with two economics courses, macroeconomics, and intermediate microeconomics, and a group voice class, but I started working in the MTC (Missionary Training Center) cafeteria since I need money and it required very little commitment. Since then I have been hired as a sort of tech support representative for OIT (the Office of Information Technology) on campus. It will be a great job, and I can work 40-hour weeks during the summer so I'll be financially ready for school to start again in the fall. I start a week from tomorrow.

I am lucky to be able to room with Josh and Matt, two of my roommates from freshman year. It's fun. Our other roommates, Andon, Bicheny, and Andrew are great, too.

I am starting a new job a week from tomorrow, so, according to precedent, it's about time for me to start updating my journal again!

My mission in Calgary was an awesome experience. I was assigned as a Chinese-speaking (Mandarin) missionary, so I and the approximately seven other Chinese-speaking missionaries had the primary responsibility of working with Chinese immigrants. I didn't know there were many Chinese people in Calgary. Of course I had known of people who went to Toronto or Vancouver as Chinese-speaking missionaries, but I had never heard of any in Calgary. It turned out that the assignment was relatively new. I was among the beginning of only the second "generation" of Chinese-speaking missionaries in the mission (the Canada Calgary Mission covers a large area from the US-Canada border up north not quite to Red Deer and spans Alberta as well as a sliver of British Columbia), whose Chinese work had begun in 2004. Beginning about that time, large numbers of Chinese, particularly from the northeast of China (where the oilfields are) began emigrating to Calgary hoping to work in the oil industry, usually as engineers, geologists, or other professionals.

Because there were only eight of us Chinese-speaking missionaries at any time (give or take one or two), our areas were huge, typically covering at least a quarter of the city. I served the majority of my mission in southern Calgary, an area that at its largest covered over half the city from the small town of High River (where we periodically had work) up north to the Bow River, encompassing the downtown core. About halfway through my period of service (in 2007, if I remember right) a new area was created out of the northern portion of the South area and the southern portion of the "North" area, but the south area was still the largest.

The southern area was suburban. Most of our work was in a couple "communities" (all of Calgary is split into different communities with their own pseudo-local government associations and geographical boundaries) on the southern end of the city, and when the area included the downtown core, we went up there rarely, only if we got referrals.

For the last period of my service I was in the newer "downtown" area. Even though I had technically covered the region before, it still felt new because I had seldom gone there in the past. We generally could talk to a lot more Chinese people downtown, but through it all we talked to every type of person of every ethnicity and background. Calgary has a surprisingly large immigrant population.

I met many wonderful people in Calgary whom I love dearly. I was there for the founding of the Bow River Branch, Calgary's first Chinese-speaking unit (of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) presided over by President Charles Ngai, and I hope the missionary work there meets continued success.

Hi everyone,

I've been transferred, please send correspondence to the mission home at:

Elder Trevor Cook
Canada Calgary Mission
7044 Farrell Rd SE
Calgary, AB T2H 0T2

Thanks

Hi everyone,

My address is:

Elder Trevor Cook
Canada Calgary Mission
7044 Farrell Rd SE
Calgary, AB T2H 0T2
Canada

My return date is end of Feb 2008. See you then!

Trevor is serving a two year mission in Calgary Canada, Chinese speaking, and will return home in March 2008. You can email him at TCCookie@myldsmail.net. He will have to respond by snail mail. His mailing address is:

9-432 Sabrina Rd SW
Calgary AB T2W 2M2
Canada

My MTC address is:

MTC Mailbox #235
CAN-CAL 0523
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604-1793

I just ran across the most awesome blog ever about China by an American working in China for a Japanese newspaper... and you know how many blogs about China by Americans working in China for Japanese newspapers there are!

Check it out!

http://lalaoshi.livejournal.com

It will really give you a good realistic view of what China is like, and it is funny as heck!

Last night at Aubrey's house her DVD player died. Now, I love DVDs: the better sound, higher resolution, better picture. In fact, if I have a choice between one movie I really like on VHS and one I like a little less on DVD, I'll often go with the one I like less just so as not to watch a VHS. As much as I like DVD players, though, there's one area that VCRs, thanks to their more mechanical nature, beat out DVD players: malfunction.

When your VCR dies, you know it. Not only will it not play your tape, but it will make awful noises and chew up your tape. The problem lies clearly with the player, not the cassette, not you.

Contrast that to silent death of a DVD player. First, discs start not being read, but you attribute this to dirty discs or coincidence, because it happens infrequently and always works after a couple tries. Finally, it refuses to read a disc, but you don't know it's the machine doing the refusing. After switching it off and on, maybe checking connections, and testing other discs, you can finally conclude that the problem probably lies with the machine.

Anyway, in real news... today was my last Sunday in my home ward. After church, I went to the Richters' house and received two free pairs of nice shoes from Brother Richter. Apparently, he frequently buys up certain shoes from the Nordstrom Rack and gives them away to departing missionaries. I thought that was really cool, but I always feel just a little uncomfortable accepting free things like that. Ah well, the shoes I got are very comfortable.

The extended family came over for our extended family night, which this year has evolved into a big dinner production. It was fun, but those grandkids are so many and hyper and loud! It's kind of crazy. Dinner was amazing, though, and it was fun to see all my relatives one last time.

I emailed my mission addresses to everyone I thought would care. If you didn't receive it, simply ask for it from someone who did receive it, or from me. There's a good chance I do not have an up-to-date email address from you if you didn't get it (Ian!). I'd tell you to send me an update to add to my address book, but I won't be using my address book for a while, so I'm not going to worry about it.

Sorry about not having quotes lately. I've really enjoyed that journal tradition. Lately I've been hearing and reading tons of great lines, but I haven't been bothering writing them down in my quotes file. They will, naturally, resume on my return.



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"I wish to pass away on Good Friday so that I may rise with my Lord on Easter Morning."
- Handel, upon realization that his mortal life was coming to a close.

Well, I am in Arizona for only four more full days. I still have tons to do to get ready before I leave, but somehow I find it really hard to motivate myself to do what needs to be done. It strikes me most strangely, almost as strangely as my apparent lack of excitement at finally going on a mission. Thankfully, today I felt increases in both my motivation and excitement, and I only expect it to go up.

Last Sunday, as I said then, "Ian showed me who my true friends... is" when he came to my farewell church meeting. The Bienz's came, too, which was fantastic. They are such a wonderful family, and it was so fun to see them and feel their moral support. I don't blame more people for not coming; I really wasn't expecting many to come, but it was still kind of disappointing to me that there was such a low turnout of non-relatives. Oh well. I should have invited co-workers!

Thankfully, more of my peers made appearances later that evening at the open house: namely Ian, Aubrey (and her parents :) ), Joe, Jamie Martin, and... Rick Beitman! It was wonderful to see everyone, especially Rick whom I hadn't seen since China.

After the open house, Ian, Joe, and I went to Jamie's house and played some games. It was really fun. I had been wanting to hang out with Jamie for a long time, but I was kind of put off from calling him by the amazing aura of social- and otherwise-busyness he has about him. Apparently, though, this aura is somewhat of an illusion as he informed me in a response to a comment I left in his journal. So, if anyone wants to bask in the presence of Jamie Martin, it's not as difficult as it may seem to gain an audience. ;)

I've never liked it when people make stupid jokes about "not having any friends." I felt pretty close to that way for an unpleasant year or so and I am pretty confident that most people don't know what they're saying when they say that. Thankfully, I don't feel the same way as I did back then now, but due to a combination of not doing anything in my macro-life for such a long time, former friends moving on in their own macro-lives, and current friends actually having macro-lives, I feel like I have no one with whom to do anything social lately. I have just been sitting at home all day, and it is a roll of the die as to whether one of the three people I know and feel comfortable calling will be able to do anything. My ideal last couple weeks before leaving on a mission would involve lots of social activity with those whom I really probably never will (significantly) see again, and I am rather disappointed it's not turned out that way at all. Ah well, such is life. It will be nice to finally be able to move on, serve a good mission, and then stay firmly in Provo for a while and build a new network of social contacts. Bouncing back and forth 不好玩.

Well, I'll probably get in at least one entry before I leave, but in case I don't, I'd like to say a few words directed to everyone I've ever known. Maintaining friendships is almost as much a matter of convenience as anything else. I can think of numerous people with whom I've lost contact (like people from China or school) or with whom I have greatly reduced contact (like my friends from Gilbert) for no other reason, really, than convenience. Sure, interests and tastes change, but I consider these matters of convenience: maybe you still enjoy a friendship with someone as much as you always have, but your interests begin to diverge; you'd still like to do things with the person, it's just difficult to decide on an activity--that's convenience, I'd say.

When it comes to the difficulty of maintaining friendships (at least for me), I have always taken comfort in my particular religious belief of an eternal afterlife in which there will be limitless time to reestablish and maintain old contacts. Even if I never see someone I come to like again, there will always be a chance, sometime later, to reacquaint myself with that person. Well, if you don't believe that, or if a lifetime sounds too long to wait to reestablish contact with me (ha ha), I want everyone to know that I probably still regard you as highly as I did at the time when you thought I regarded you the most. I consider any future contact I receive simply as a continuation of contact already established. Any established relationship, as far as I'm concerned, either will not have to be rebuilt or be rebuilt very shortly. It may be uncomfortable because of intervening time or changed personalities on either side, but these are matters of convenience that can be overcome, at least for a while.

If you have ever been my friend, you always will be.


Concluding note: My email address is my email address for life (though perhaps with a two-year break during the mission--during which time the domain will simply change to "myldsmail.net). If you ever wonder what's happened to or going on with me, send me a letter.


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Aubrey put this on her journal, and I really like the idea. Per the instructions and six being my lucky number, please choose not five but six characteristics for each "window." Thank you for your participation.

http://kevan.org/johari?name=tccookie

http://kevan.org/nohari?name=tccookie




Results, for my reference:

http://kevan.org/johari?view=tccookie

"So often people of different religious persuasions simply talk past one another when they converse on matters religious. They may even use the same words, but they bring a different mindset and an entirely different perspective to the encounter. In other situations we employ a different vocabulary but intend to convey the same message. Misperception and misrepresentation inevitably follow. If there is anything needed in this confused world, it is understanding."

-Robert L. Millet, A Different Jesus? The Christ of the Latter-day Saints, p. 172

Although particularly pertinent to the subject, especially in its context, this quote applies to different values systems as well.

I am getting so sick of work. I thought that after the holiday season, I would be working 20-30 hours a week with three days off a week. As it turns out, we're short seven people: last week I hit overtime, and today I got off at 3p! My getting off at three today was partially due to my just being helpful, but this is getting ridiculous. I have to draw a line somewhere. I have tons of stuff I both need and want to do before I leave on the mission, and as it stands I am getting virtually nothing accomplished. Today I came home, skimmed the paper, fought sleep, and now I'm on the computer while my laundry runs. When this cycle's done, I will sleep through the next, fold the remaining laundry, and then go to sleep. I gave my two weeks' notice, and I want to leave on good terms, but I have got to talk with my manager and set some heavier limits on my availability.

Oh, sorry, all, for that horrid last entry. I would take it down if it weren't my journal policy not to take things down (which I have done only once, temporarily, for a very unique and extremely-unlikely-to-recur reason). I'll edit them, sure, but only cosmetically--I think.

My life lately has been work and sleep, work and sleep, occasionally interspersed with limited social activity. So I close. I could write my thoughts, but who wants to read those?



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"We are all here to help others. What I can't figure out is what the
others are here for."
-W.H. Auden

By chance, today, I ran across the blog of someone I met in China last summer. Naturally, the first thing I did was run a search on my name to see what Pat (name changed to protect the innocent--name gender-neutralized to protect me from the annoyance of English's insistence on genderizing pronouns) had written about me.

Two entries surfaced. Unfortunately for my curiosity, both had only very brief mentions about my topic of interest, and both were rather disappointing. One I interpreted as implying that I was kind of inappropriately flighty and ignorant of a certain uncomfortable situation, but it is very possible that I am reading too much into that. In the other, however, Pat explicitly expressed that Pat did not enjoy hanging out with me and another person and noted the desperation that drove her to calling us one night. This kind of hurt, especially considering that Pat was one of my favorite people I met in China, and I wished I could have spent more time with Pat.

Again, I could have misinterpreted Pat's intent in the one entry, and I think Pat strongly associated me with the other person she mentioned because he was another teacher living in my apartment and Pat only ever saw me with him. He is the type of person who can get hard to be around very quickly, and I can understand that this association could have significantly colored her impression of me proper.

The contrast of my immediate reaction to the entries and my conclusions after a moment of reflection intrigued me, especially after I read a line in the first entry about how Pat hoped no one who was with her when the aforementioned situation occurred would ever find out that she had covered a disproportionate share of a high karaoke bill. It strikes me as odd to think of Pat entertaining such a hope immediately before publishing it to the world on a very public, quite easy-to-find (I happened on it by chance) blog. Obviously, Pat wanted to keep a good surface relationship with those around Pat, even if Pat only physically associated with them out of "desperation." And yet, Pat probably thought nothing of posting these thoughts on her very public, omnipresent journal.

I have a theory that many people--namely the young well-to-do and young professionals--are so awash and desensitized to the reality of impersonal communication such as blogs, journals, and IMs that they forget the significance and import they can have to readers. I think of dozens of people I personally know who maintain blogs for no other reason than to sound off about people and events for no other reason than self-gratification. Topics that were once the domain of personal, private conversation now find their way into the internet in forms that were once-reserved for polished and--in reality--highly affected discourse. On one hand, when Pat wrote these entries she desired the privacy that comes with sharing a conversation with a known group of friends. On the other hand, Pat also wanted a public platform, a place where anyone with even a remote interest in Pat or Pat's life could read about either in a more formal setting than a known group of friends.

Well, for better or worse this clash of forum and audience shows no sign of reversing itself, although I'm sure readers and writers alike will and have already long-begun to adjust to the new forums. Still, writers need to be careful and write to their audience as best they can, and readers need to allow writers room to maintain face if they slip a bit.


Wow, forgive me that. I just felt like writing something and want the instant gratification of immediate publication. Actually, I meant this to be about the facades people maintain and how they're not that bad, but of course I launch into my pet rant about how bloggers need to write to an audience. Oh well.

Today was pretty uneventful. I am so ready for work to wind down! It's hardly slowed since the holidays.

Hmm... I was going to announce this in a more grand entry, but if I put it off, it will never get out. I received a mission call a couple weeks ago. I report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on 8 March where I will be instructed on preaching the gospel in Mandarin Chinese, and then I will head off to the Canada Calgary mission. I am excited. Eventually I will get around to posting my address. Oh, farewell talk is 26 February at 8:30a sacrament meeting at the church building on Harris just north of McKellips. If you are reading this, you're invited.



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When covering softcover books, ONLY EVER USE GENUINE CONTACT™ BRAND ADHESIVE PAPER!!! All the rest is crap. Don't even try it, unless of course you hate yourself--as I apparently did this evening.


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"For many people, change is more threatening than challenging. They see it as the destroyer of what is familiar and comfortable rather than the creator of what is new and exciting."

-Nido Qubein

"Sorry if it seems like I've dropped off the world to you. It's not pleasant for me either" (Entry 1 November 2005). Psh! Obviously not unpleasant enough for me to do anything about it! I'm sorry I have been so whiny and self-absorbed since winter semester. I really have no justification for my behavior.

Today's entry is kind of unconventional. I really actually want to share a personal journal entry, but I don't think it would be appropriate to post it here. If you want to read it, email me. Otherwise, I may send it to you anyway.

Sorry to everyone I've ignored in the past eleven months. These include but are not limited to friends in Gilbert, friends at BYU, friends on missions, friends returned from missions, friends I met in China, extended family members, a number of acquaintances, and anyone else who feels like this apology should apply to him or her (though if you think I don't realize it, you should let me know).

Hope all 读者们 have a great week.


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"I've often eaten dog, although I can't say it's my favourite meat. It has usually been farmed although on one memorable occasion, my wife's grandfather invited the entire extended family to dinner then realised he had no money. So Rover went into the pot!

"It was hilarious watching little cousins weeping and wailing at the demise of the family pet while shoveling bits of said pet into their faces. He was delicious!"

-liuzhou posted 10 August 2005 at

Well, the new Chinese journal has launched! It is under username zwriji (short for 中文日记 zhong1wen2 ri4ji4 - Chinese Journal) on LiveJournal: www.livejournal.com/users/zwriji.

I can't promise it will be as entertaining as today's quote. In fact, I can assure that it's quite boring, but if some one of you enlightened souls wants to check it out ;), it's there for you.



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So, the last couple months (since China) haven't really been the highlight of my life--for various reasons. Though they've had their unpleasantries, I've gotten a fair bit accomplished, but I feel I've aged a bit...

I work at Target now, doing night stocking. My hours vary slightly, but usually they are weekdays and Saturday from 3a to about 9 or 10a. Disgusting, I suppose, but they hired me, and it's not so bad.

I was inspired by chenpv to start a Chinese journal. I will start it tomorrow and give the link in my regular journal.

Sorry if it seems like I've dropped off the world to you. It's not pleasant for me either.


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"We have no intention of allowing children in pants into the ring."

-Nihon Sumo Kyokai. Sumos split over shorts squabble. BBCNews Online. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4379851.stm . 2 April 2005

The title was my MSN screen name a little while ago, and that basically sums up my recent life. China was AWESOME!!! But it's over now, and I've come home to... well, I've come home. Mission papers are going in soon, so that's a good thing. Otherwise... if you know of a job I could take for as little as two months to which I could reasonably take the bus or ride a bike, do let me know.

Oh, yes! Special thanks to David Hawkins for taking me home from the airport. That was most helpful, and I'm happy to see you live so nearby. I will call you sometime this week to do something.


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