Thursday, August 11, 2011

DC comes to an end...

The following is my final post detailing what I did in DC this summer. What the future holds for jackabp.blogspot.com I'm not yet sure.



I’m writing this on the plane back to Kansas City where I will spend my last 9 days of summer. On the evening of the 17th I have four friends who will be staying at my home, and then I will drive with Max Shaw and Paul Britton all the way to Davidson over the next couple days.

Suddenly, my time in DC is over. Tuesday I won a “happy hour” at a local bar named McFadden’s. Pretty much this meant that for two hours I, along with any of my friends, was allowed in free. They all were awarded cheap drinks just by mentioning my name, while everything I wanted was free for the whole two hours. We had a pretty good time, if for no other reason than everything in DC has cost so much so far, and it was nice to feel like we were somehow cheating the system.

Wednesday my boss decided we could have a “work from home day.” This was due in part to the fact that the air conditioning in our office had been spotty so far early in the week, and no one in the office seemed to feel their best that morning. She sent us a few things to work on and have finished by the end of the day. This worked out great for me. I sent in all my work by 1:30, studied for a couple hours, and then took my final exam for the course I’m taking. It was 3 essays for which we had 3 hours to complete. I think ended up writing 7 pages, but by 6:00 I was done. My dad took Richard, Patrick, Katie, and my cousin Emily and I out to dinner at a restaurant named Bertucci’s. Unfortunately, the seafood was not very good in the plate I ordered, but it was fun to go to eat with all of them.

Thursday was my final day at work, so I finalized everything I was working on and wrote a brief summary of my experience interning with the Eleison Group. Thursday night was also our last class. Our guest speaker was from the Center for Combating Terrorism. She gave a rather interesting, stimulating, and somewhat controversial lecture about the motivations behind jihad, how it is used as a tactic, and how jihadis are misunderstood. There was plenty of discussion about it afterwards at dinner. A bunch of us, including Richard, Natalie, Paul, and I, ate at Founding Farmers for dinner. It uses only organic and locally grown ingredients. Therefore, it is a bit more expensive, but it also tastes amazing and supports positive organizations.

I went to bed pretty early Thursday so I could be rested for Friday. My dad was kind enough to let me accompany him on a business meeting. Due to confidential information, I am not allowed to say anymore about the meeting or whom it was with. Just kidding. But I’m not going to anyway just out of politeness. He was also kind enough to help me pack for a bit of the afternoon, even if he was a bit sarcastically unhelpful at times. Imagine that.

That evening we went to watch a match or two at the Legg Mason Classic, a professional tennis tournament held in DC every summer. In the first match we got to see Donald Young, a young American, beat Marcos Baghdatis, a former top 10 player. Afterwards we wandered around the tournament and saw Fernando Verdasco practicing (he’s the world’s #12 player), and then we watched the first set between the 6’9” American John Isner and the 18th ranked Victor Troicki. Isner won in a tiebreaker, and then we decided to head out and meet Paul for dinner. But let me tell you, these guys are so good. Every once in a while they do something that just makes you smile because there’s no other proper reaction. Everything they do is so smooth, fluid, and quick. Even the giant has stunning footwork from side to side.

After trying to eat at the Old Ebbitt Grill and deciding it wasn’t worth the wait, and after wandering around and ending up in Chinatown, Paul, my dad and I ate at Ming’s. It was very good Chinese food. After dinner Paul and I met up with Patrick, Kelsey Lilley, and Whitney Suflas. We ended up just hanging out in their apartment, watching shark week, and hanging out until really late. It was pretty nice to just relax and not have to worry about going out; also it didn’t cost us any money – always a plus.

Today has been a bit hectic, but I was moved out and in line to check out by 11. Unfortunately the line was a full block long, but by 11:30 I had dropped off my key and access card and was headed out to Silverspring to meet up with my Uncle Rick. My dad and I dropped off all the sheets I borrowed from them, and then we went to lunch at the Corner Pub. After lunch we met up with Paul and his parents (who had come up to move him out). He was going to BWI to fly out as well, as he is taking trips to Atlanta and LA over the next couple weeks. Since we were going the same direction we offered to drive him from Silverspring to the airport. There we had a nice goodbye. We both agreed that we were very thankful for each other’s company all summer, and that it was much better than it would have been alone.

It’s a bit sad to see it all come to an end. I think I was tiring a bit of the routine, mostly because working and having class at the same time was becoming a bit of a drain. But I will certainly miss the constant action, and the fact that there is always something to do here in DC. Back at home I’ll be working at the country club for a week before I leave, and hopefully I’ll get in a couple rounds of golf with my dad and a bit of time at the lake with Sean, Thomas, and the Henry family.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with blog now that I’ll just be at Davidson. This likely won’t be the last thing I put up here – it doesn’t really seem like it is the kind of final post I would like to leave. I also may utilize it for club tennis stuff. We’ll see. At any rate, sorry this post is mostly just “and then this happened…and then we did this…” but I figured I ought to get through the end of the summer. Here are a few pictures of the tennis, enjoy!
Center court at the Legg Mason Classic 
Donald Young

Young serving to Baghdatis

Baghdatis


Isner. He is so tall.


Troicki

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Almost There

Busy, busy, busy. But hey, at least Congress agreed on a deal that no one wanted. 

Fun fact: One year ago tomorrow I boarded a plane and began my long adventure around the globe by meeting Patrick in London and heading to Cairo.  That's the whole reason this blog exists.  And it was completely worth it.

This past weekend was my last full weekend in DC. Friday Paul and I went to a friend’s apartment and then we all split up and went out separate ways for the evening. The two of us, joined by Natalie and Roxana, took a very windy route towards a bar named Madhatter’s. Fortunately, this route led us past a McDonalds, where we made a half-hour pit stop. Upon arriving, the man at the door checked my ID, and then looked at me, and not-so-politely told me to “get lost” because I had “already been there with my friend” and the ID I had given him was the “third one I had tried to use that night.” I gave him a blank stare and assured him I had no idea what he was talking about, just as Paul step forward and proudly reported that we had just come from McDonalds. As if that was a sufficient reason that my ID was real. But, the guy relented, and made a mark on my hand and let me in. Shortly afterwards Roxana ran into another friend of hers, and Paul, Natalie and I decided it was already late and we didn’t really want to be there anyway. Whoops.

Saturday Patrick arrived after finishing his internship in Charlotte. Katie dropped him at my place while she went to go babysit, and I went with Pat to his brother’s place to help him pack up and move. Eventually Pat and I, along with his brother (Stephen) and Stephen’s girlfriend (Suzanne) went to a place named Wisdom. They serve internationally award winning cocktails, so we celebrated Patrick’s work being finished, and eventually Katie was able to join us.

Sunday was a pretty slow day (I did a lot of reading, and I wrote the last post – a fake article about Davidson College club tennis), but eventually Paul, Natalie, and I went wandering around Georgetown looking for a place to eat. After finding a few overpriced places, or ones where the wait was too long, we settled on a crepes establishment. Afterwards we spontaneously opted to see Horrible Bosses, a recently released comedy film. It was pretty funny – worth a trip to the theatre – but not the funniest movie I’d ever seen.

Monday my dad got in town for work, and he took Paul, Pat, Katie, and me to Good Stuff for dinner. It was as good as always. So good that it’s all I really think about for the next 24 hours. This week at work is a bit slower than the last couple, but that’s ok because I’m finishing up my projects before my last day. Anyway, that’s all at the moment, except a quick update on all the reading I’ve done this summer:

Two more books. Done.

In the past few days I have read both Ender’s Shadow and Fahrenheit 451. Ender’s Shadow is the (rather futuristic) story of a bunch of brilliant children placed in a battle school and trained to be the future commanders of earth’s interstellar fleet. It’s told from the point of view of a particularly young, small, but brilliant child who is incredibly adept at taking a bit of information and leaping straight to the correct conclusion. More interestingly, he infallibly reads other people’s expressions, tone, and the meaning behind your words. The premise for all this is that he’s brilliant so of course he can, but it makes you wonder how fast our brains could work if we pushed to take in as much information and process as much as we could all the time.

Fahrenheit 451, also a sci-fi tale, is a bit more of a downer, even though Ender’s Shadow has its low points. In a reasonably bleak future, one man realizes things should be different but doesn’t know where to turn, so he suffers this ridiculous amount of inner torment before (spoiler alert) he kills some guy with a flamethrower. It does, however, provide an interesting spin on the problem of sensitivities in our society, and it was written over 50 years ago.

Freshman year of high school my World Geography teacher had us read both Fahrenheit 451 and Ender’s Game, the sister novel (actually the older sister of the two) to Ender’s Shadow.[1] At the time, I tried to draw meaning from the stories of the novels. And certainly, there’s plenty to draw from. But I think why he had us read those stories was the supposed reality behind the plot, the stage on which the play was performed. It was those worlds – in Ender’s Game the constant threat of worldwide war full of nationalistic pride, rivalries, and back-stabbings, and in Fahrenheit 451 the thoughtless, monotonous existence that included the burning of books – that Mr. Nickels wanted us to see and be repulsed by. By reading about them, I think he hoped that we would subliminally, or consciously, decide that those were not the types of futures in which we wished to live. I think he hoped, and perhaps hopes, that some of his students will be inspired to prevent the reasonably unstable and perhaps catastrophic futures depicted in these books.
[1] Looking back, he taught us plenty of geography, but none of the books we read had anything to do with geography. He pretty much had us read books he thought were good, important, or both. Which was honestly much more fun.


“There was a silly damn bird called a phoenix back before Christ, every few hundred years he built a pyre and burnt himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man. But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over again. And it looks like we’re doing the same thing, over and over, but we’ve got one damn thing the phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn silly things we’ve done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, someday we’ll stop making the goddamn funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them.”
Fahrenheit 451

Sunday, July 31, 2011

On the Prowl

By Winn Erkroskort, Ova Hedsmash, and Twee Ners

Carolina schools beware: there’s a new cat on the prowl, and they’re mighty hungry.

Davidson College’s club tennis program has risen from the ashes. Current President Jack Peterson is at the heart of this movement, but refuses to receive any undue credit.

“I wasn’t really around for the genesis of this revival,” Peterson said in an interview with the Charlotte Observer last week. “Jay Lanners Jr. really launched this thing, and he had a lot of help from my junior captains, Mark Angel and Lucy McMurry. I’m just picking up where they left off.”

Mr. Lanners has since moved on to bigger and better things, but says he won’t forget his roots. In an email from Argentina he told us, “Davidson College was a big part of my life, and no part was bigger than Klub Varsity Tennis.”

Ah yes - Klub Varsity Tennis. The name is just as important as the movement itself. While at Davidson Klub Varsity Tennis (KVT) is making a revival, it may also be reshaping the club tennis scene among small schools in general. The spark seen from KVT’s enthusiasm (spelling club and cats with a "k" and partially claiming the title of varsity, among other examples) is helping to lift other area programs to be more motivated and active as well, such as Furman University, High Point, and even Wake Forest. It is a growth that is unnerving to some of the bigger, more established programs.

“Davidson gave us a run at sectionals last year, and they’re still growing and bringing other contenders up to,” said a girl from College of Charleston who asked to remain unnamed. “Some of the schools think it’s just a fad, but others of us want to make sure we aren’t overtaken.”

Duke, Peterson tells us, is one of those schools that thinks smaller programs are just a fad. “I can’t use the words I would normally use to describe them in an official interview, but they slighted us pretty bad the last couple semesters. We’re not holding a grudge; we’d just like to get the opportunity to actually play them and have them take us seriously. Other schools have been much more accommodating, and far less egotistical – we’ve had a great relationship with NC State for the past few years, and that has just grown stronger.”

One of the junior captains, Lucy, is already in New Zealand training for the next semester, but we were unable to reach her for this article. Mark was polite enough to give us a brief statement in the middle of his busy day, saying, “It’s remarkable the recovery we’ve had in the last couple years. I can’t wait to see where it goes next spring when I get back from my training abroad.”

Certainly, the two newly elected sophomore captains are more than excited about the coming semester.

“It’s going to be so fun to be involved in something that’s garnering so much attention,” says Anne Meredith Baldy – the women’s team’s number one player last year. Steven Keller followed her statement by telling us that he “couldn’t wait to get back out there on the court” after suffering a knee injury last spring.

When asked about KVT’s goals, Peterson was fairly straightforward.

“Our goal is to qualify for nationals next spring. It’s a lofty goal, but it is also one we think we can achieve. We lost a couple of quality starters in last year’s class, but our sophomore class this year is very good. It’s going to come down to how much energy we can keep flowing through the program, and whether or not we can keep interest levels high. I think we can do it. It will be tough if we lose a player to the varsity team, but I’m excited to see what this new freshman class brings in. We were fortunate enough to secure the #4 male recruit in the country this year. We lost a couple people, including myself, to injuries last spring. We hope we can keep interest levels high throughout the year. And there’s always the possibility of picking up a player who decides to leave a varsity team. We’ve got plenty of hope.”

As far as predictions, Peterson simply smiled.

“I’m not one to make predictions, especially before I’ve seen what I’m working with. I can tell you this though – we won’t go into any matches expecting to lose.”

KVT can be contacted by emailing DavidsonKlubTennis@gmail.com, and you can follow them on Twitter at @DC_KlubTennis.
Mark Angel, Jack Peterson, Lucy McMurry, and Jay Lanners Jr.

The Jay Lanners Jr.

Mr. Angel.

One team, one family, one community.

A 13th place finish at sectionals last year. And ready for more.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

A Glimpse Ahead

The coming 9 days are going to be packed, so I figured I may as well put up a brief synopsis of the things to come and a couple things that have passed.

Tuesday (two days ago) we had a guest speaker from Crisis Group International talk to our class. Effectively what I’m starting to gather from these talks is that all of the important and worthwhile projects in the world are underfunded in favor of funding things like nuclear programs. Or perhaps more accurately, everyone believes their project deserves more funding than it gets, especially relative to things like nuclear programs.

The last two days at work have been interesting, since we’ve also been researching how much certain nuclear programs are costing our country every year.

Moments ago I completed and submitted my paper on my internship this summer to the professor leading the Davidson in Washington (DIW) program. At the moment it is only through the DIW program that you can get credit for an internship – if you write an acceptable paper. It is pass fail, and no one has every failed it before, but in the words of my professor, you at least have to “give it the ol’ college try”.[1] I certainly did that and a bit more, so if I don’t “pass” I will be rather surprised. I may eventually post the contents of that paper on here, but it was a 10-page paper so I may only do excerpts. Clearly I haven’t decided.
[1] Paul literally called me right as I finished typing this sentence to ask if my paper was done and if I had “given it the ol’ college try”. 

Also worthy of note is the fact that I have finished both Xenocide and the sequel Children of the Mind in the last few days. Thus, I am done with the “Ender” series and will now be starting the “Shadow” series.[2]
[2] This is based off of another character in Ender’s Game and follows his life rather than Ender’s. It also tells the story of Earth after Ender leaves it. And by “now” I mean right after I’m done posting this entry. 

Now for a look a few days down the road.

Tomorrow we’re having an office happy hour since it is the last time either one of the partners will be in the office while I’m there. Saturday Patrick arrives after finishing his internship and will be here for a week. Sunday or Monday my dad arrives for the week. Tuesday we have our last class that will be a recap, and Thursday our final is due and we have our final visit from a speaker. My final day of work is also Thursday, I will spend all day Friday packing, and then Saturday Uncle Rick is going to pick me up and take me to the airport. Phew. Then I’ll be home and able to relax for about 9 days before Gabi, Kelvin, Paul, and Max come through, stay the night, and take off with me in tow the next day.[3] Should be a grand ol’ time.
[3] Oh by the way Mom and Dad – Gabi, Kelvin, Paul, and Max are coming through on their way to school and picking me up. 

My next post is probably going to be a completely made up post about Davidson club tennis this coming year. I’m getting really excited about it actually, and since we have a twitter account (@DC_Klubtennis) to spout information about our club, I figured I should probably write a fictional preseason account of the team. So please don’t take it seriously. Anyway, thanks to all who have made DC so much fun so far, this is going to be a great week, and I can’t wait to see my family![4]
[4] This may have been my shortest blog post ever.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Restless and flying.

In contrast to the last two blog posts I’ve put up, this one is going to revert back to the every day descriptions of my time in DC. I do have a couple pictures; they’re uploaded at the end of this post.

Last Thursday we moved our class into a different room in the hope that it would be cooler. If there was a difference, it was marginal.[1] Our speaker was the head of the Bureau for Conflict and Stabilization Operations. Her job, vaguely, is to look at the way the United States treats developing countries, figure out what the best things we do are, scrap the rest, and fill in the gaps with what she (and her co-workers) think will work best. It’s a pretty interesting job. She, like every other speaker we have had, highly praised Dr. Menkhaus, calling him “the world’s expert on Somalia.” Which is pretty darn cool.
[1] It’s occurring to me that I’ve never detailed how hot and stuffy our classroom is here in our GWU assigned room. There is routinely a 15 degree difference between being in the room and standing in the hallway. 

Friday was a normal workday, perhaps a little bit slower than usual. After work I bustled home and changed, and then Katie Lovett picked me up and we went to play tennis. After waiting for a court, we hit for about 30 minutes. That was about all I could take. While I haven’t done much working out or exercising since I’ve been here, the heat index for the day had peaked at 118, and I was sapped.[2] It was a lot of fun though, and I had a great time just hitting and running around and working out. Katie, for all her worries about “not having played in 5 months,” was completely sufficient at running me corner-to-corner and occasionally blasting a winner.
[2] Yes – it was evening by the time we played. But it was still so muggy that I was dripping before we even hit a ball on the court. And I only took one water bottle. 

I’m not exactly sure what I was hoping for, given that a tear is a tear and they don’t heal themselves, but I was slightly disappointed when, after three to four months of not hitting competitively, my shoulder still pops and slides around. Perhaps more worrisome is the fact that my wrist is still weak on slice forehands.[3] I don’t have any idea why I’m typing all this in here.
[3] Although, I shouldn’t be hitting slice forehands anyway. So there – problem solved? 

After tennis Katie made a wonderful coconut-shrimp-risotto dinner with a salad and corn on the cob. I helped as much as I could (mostly I poured the lettuce in a bowl and peeled a beet).[4] It was really delicious though. She also let me use her shower, and after eating with her and her roommate Whitley, I headed out to meet some other people at Town Tavern in Adam’s Morgan.[5] A friend from Davidson, Whitney Suflas, had won a happy hour there. Evidently all you have to do is sign up for these things because it seems like someone I know wins one every week. However, after being there for no more than 20 minutes, the power went out. So a fairly large group of us took cabs to the Georgetown area where we went to Mr. Smiths. There I ran into Katie Mixon and her roommate, as well as Owen Craig, a fellow Shawnee Mission East graduate.
[4] Mom and Dad – this actually led to me singing the “beets” song. I’m not sure if Katie got them at the grocery store or not, and they definitely were not hot, but it still made me laugh.
[5] I’m proud to report that until this point, I had not gone to any single bar or “going out place” more than once. 

Saturday I woke up of my own accord before 11. I don’t know why, but I decided since I was awake I may as well get up and make something of the day. Around noon I headed out to take the metro to Silverspring, MD to visit my Aunt Carol, Uncle Rick, and cousin Laura who was in town. The 10-year-old daughter of the family Laura stayed with when she lived in Guatemala was visiting.[6] She only spoke Spanish and German, both of which I knew at one point in life. I found myself largely able to form Spanish sentences, but I almost always spliced in a German connector, like saying “und” instead of “y” to mean “and”. We ate lunch and hung out at the house some, and eventually decided to go see a movie.[7] Of course they decided on Harry Potter, so I have now seen that 7 times. They took me to a great Mexican restaurant for dinner, and then dropped me off back at my apartment just in time for me to get to work on my paper. Oh, right, I forgot to mention that our paper had been pushed back from Thursday to Saturday this week to give us time to incorporate our lecture from the speaker we had on Thursday.
[6] That’s a much longer story; I promise she didn’t just fly up here all by herself.
[7] As opposed to going to the park because, once again, the heat index was near 120. 

Fortunately, Paul hadn’t written his paper either, as his girlfriend Alanna was in town again. She left around 8 on Saturday, so by the time we both were home around 9:30 neither of us had started. I sent mine to Dr. Menkhaus around 11:30; he sent his around 11:58. As a friendly reminder, I later posted the content of my paper in this blog post. After turning in our papers, we both decided we were sufficiently tired and it wasn’t worth trying to track anyone down to go out with, so we both just called it a night.

Sunday around 12:45 Katie Lovett picked us both up to go the Eastern Market. On the way we picked up her younger sister, Julia.[8] The four of us went to the market and wandered around for a couple hours. Paul and I bought some delicious peaches. It reminded me of the Naschmarkt a little bit, though it was certainly less crowded, most of the stuff was more expensive, and it just didn’t have the flair that everything in Europe had. Still, I had a good time seeing Julia again, and it was fun to see a different part of the city. Plus, we went into an incredible bookstore where, even though my aunt had given me a book and I had another book I hadn’t finished, I bought two more books.
[8] I met Julia when her family was up here over the Fourth of July weekend. Julia is on a three week business program that takes them to DC and NYC, and was able to break free for a few hours to hang out with her sister…and me. 

Surprising no one, when we got home around 4:30, I took a two-hour nap. I woke up in time to see Paul head off to a friend’s for dinner, and eventually I got up to make my own dinner. Eventually Paul came home, and we both debated whether or not we should start writing our final paper about our internships. I was in a remarkably restless mood – I started this post, I read a chapter of my book, I practiced volleys against our wall – but nothing really caught my attention. Eventually I decided this was because I’m ready for a change. I’m not exactly sure what kind of change, but it mostly satisfied my restlessness that I realized that. I still had nothing to do, and as a result I ended up watching “Tangled.” It turned out to be a very cute and funny movie, I was pleased with my decision, and immediately afterwards I went to bed.

Work today was kind of slow – we’re starting to kick of some radio ads, but that doesn’t leave lots of work for me to do because it was just recording and editing ads (which we have other people do). Between lunch and this evening I finished Xenocide, the sequel to Speaker for the Dead and Ender’s Game. Immediately afterwards I went to Barnes and Noble and picked up the final book in the series, as well as another book I want to read.[9] Suffice to say, the rest of the night I’ll be reading.
[9] I realize this leaves me with 5 books to read in the final two weeks I’m here. Guess I’ll be taking them home with me. 

Tomorrow I’m both meeting my cousin Angie and her two (adorable) daughters for lunch and leaving work early for a tour of the US Institute of Peace. Ironically, the USIP is on the chopping block for funds in this whole budget debate (don’t get me started). As my roommate Paul put it, “You’d think that since we give the Pentagon, the US institute of war, billions of dollars, we could spare a couple million to keep open the shiny new USIP.”

Below are a few pictures from the weekend. At the request of Patrick I’ve tried a different thing with footnotes this time.[10] I’m starting to get excited to go home and then to head off to Davidson for senior year – though that sounds so weird to say. Fortunately, while my family is tormenting me by being in my favorite place in the world for two whole weeks, my dad is coming out the first week of August and I’m quite excited to see him as well. Time flies doesn’t it.
[10] Thoughts?
Laura's friend and my Uncle Rick at Chik-fil-A!

My Aunt Carol!

Cousin Laura!

Paul and his to-go container for his mac 'n
cheese - a Maxwell coffee container.

Katie and Julia...haha.

The Eastern Market.

The books in this store went 2, 3, even four rows deep on a
single shelf.  And they had every genre imaginable.

Julia - super excited she joined us for the afternoon.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Innovating? Or Recovering?

The following is a paper I wrote for my class this week on American Foreign Policy in the Developing World.  It remains largely unedited, though I made a few minor corrections and changes.  A post about this weekend will be up later this evening or tomorrow morning.  Here is a link to the QDDR homepage if you feel it would help give context to this - fair warning: even the executive summary is 18 pages.  click here

Since the end of the Cold War the United States has experienced a vast amount of changes in the way it relates to the rest of the world. These changes include many technological and social changes, but they are also present in the number and nature of resources available. Thus, the Quadrennial Diplomatic and Development Review (QDDR) comes at a highly necessary and beneficial time period. The QDDR stresses many positive new objectives, yet the prevailing claims of innovation leave me wondering whether or not the QDDR is jumping ahead of the curve or simply trying to catch up.

Certainly, the positive aspects of the QDDR cannot be undervalued. There are three aspects, or broad goals, that I believe will be particularly useful for American foreign policy going forward. The first is the growth of the civilian sector response to international crises relative to the size of the United States’ militaristic response. I believe it is tremendously important from here forward that America clearly shows a civilian mission and care in our involvement rather than simply engaging in a forceful plan.

Second, the proposed promotion of USAID to be a dominant force in United States’ response policies allows for a greater amount of flexibility and focus within the State Department. Taking some pressure off of State in a few areas would allow their efforts to be clearer and better funded concerning other issues. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, the increased focus on prevention and stabilization is one that should have always been at the core of American foreign policy. Though this is a rather difficult task, and perhaps it is even more difficult to prove its effectiveness, such techniques are the best way to both ensure American security and provide useful avenues to promote American interests abroad.

Yet despite these positive aspects within the QDDR, there are still a number of questions left unanswered. Perhaps the most obvious is the issue of funding. During her visit, Ms. Karin Von Hippel made it perfectly clear that certain civilian groups (if not most, if not all) do not receive the amount of funding they believe is necessary for a maximum amount of success. The motives behind the QDDR can be as innovative or noble as possible, yet without the funding they require, the commitment of any administration to the principles outlined in the QDDR could easily be called into question.

Still, budget issues are a matter of politics, and in the face of an economic crisis, programs requiring new budgets and more money will be difficult to sell on the congressional floor. Thus, my main concerns with the advancements of the QDDR are structural rather than ones concerning implementation. In particular, my concerns pertain to the prevailing top-down structure of American international diplomacy and response, as well as the general adherence to the need for a specific type of framework.

One sentence on the first page of the QDDR Executive Summary leads directly towards my frustration with both of these issues. It reads: “From Washington, colleagues are sending strategic guidance and resources.” Obviously it is necessary for Washington to be the main provider of resources, but strategic guidance? Earlier on that very page the expertise of the officials in the actual region was lauded, and the summary goes to great lengths to describe how a variety of experts work together in a specific area that they know and understand well.

Why, then, is Washington sending strategic guidance to these people? Should it not be the other way around? If by “strategic guidance” the QDDR meant principles and goals the United States wishes to achieve in a specific region, this would make far more sense. But I believe that this sentence establishes a hierarchy in which Washington sets the framework for a conflict-prone region or country, and the people there must operate within this framework, despite the fact that they would be able to establish a more effective or complete framework on their own.

I should note that I do not doubt that those in Washington receive copious amounts of information from the field, nor do I doubt they are intelligent people capable of producing an effective framework. Furthermore, I understand that a reverse system would require a substantial amount of trust that those in the field would continue to have the best interests of America in mind, despite living and being immersed in another country and culture. Still, my prevailing perception is a lack of freedom of action in some places acts as a hindrance to those in the field and American interests in general.

Furthermore, I believe such an adherence to frameworks in general also serves as a significant hindrance. Throughout the QDDR and Ms. Hippel’s visit, there was a stress on the innovative programs American is undertaking when it comes to developing countries. Focusing on prevention and stabilization can certainly be categorized as an innovation. Yet America is constantly concerned with implementing the proper framework and developing an over-arching strategy. The fact is, there no longer is a functional place for any such thing, and if the United States was indeed striving for innovation it would do away with such ambitions.

Countless times in class someone has noted that the response to a crisis “depends on the situation”. It is time American policy reflected this reality. Whether this is through a number of small groups designed to anticipate as many preventable situations as possible (perhaps like Ms. Hippel’s underfunded, undervalued Bureau for Conflict and Stabilization Operations), or a larger and more effectively trained civilian unit available for rapid deployment, true changes need to be made. Creating new frameworks is not truly innovative. Rather, it appears to me, Washington has realized 20 years after the end of the end of the Cold War that a much more diverse system is now in place and it requires a new response. Calling the QDDR an innovation for the twenty-first century is a vast overstatement. Instead, the QDDR has helped America catch up to the current problems in the developmental world. It seems only necessary to ask the burning question on my mind – how many times throughout the twenty-first century will further “innovative” changes be necessary?

Friday, July 22, 2011

Speaker for the Dead - So Hard to Speak About

Two (or three?) summers ago I went to the library to check out a book to take with me on my family’s annual trip to Colorado.[1] I was looking for a copy of Ender’s Game, or any book from the “Ender” series. The KC Plaza library was out of everything in print form except the second book of the series that follows a character of Ender’s Game, Bean. Set, for some reason, on exploring other options, I went and investigated the possibility of there being a book on tape. As it turned out, Speaker for the Dead was available on CD. Being the sequel to Ender’s Game (which I had already read a number of times), I was content to check it out and listen to it.[2]

Since it was on CD, I chose to burn it into my itunes so I could put it on my ipod, instead of having to have my computer out all the time or make my whole family listen along (though it probably would have been good for them). A few days ago I dropped into desperate need to find another book. After finishing J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion, I discovered that I enjoy reading on my own in the evenings after work.[3] After trying in vain to find a bookstore near my apartment that was open after I returned home from work, I was about to give up or try to find a library. Accidentally, I came across Speaker for the Dead on my computer.[4] With no viable alternative, I decided to relisten to this book. Not surprisingly, it was all I did for about 4 days – even at work I would listen to it while I looked up advertising rates for various radio stations in Texas.[5]

The basic premise of the book, without giving too much away about it or Ender’s Game (which will henceforth be known as Ender and Speaker for the Dead will be known as Speaker), is that 3,000 years or more from now humans have colonized dozens of other planets and worlds we have found inhabitable – nearly 100 of them. This, in itself, leads to a number of interesting discussion points:

(a) By expanding our race to a variety of other worlds, we effectively guarantee that the human race will never die out. Is this something that is actually possible? Should it be a goal of ours? Or, perhaps more importantly, is this desirable, for us and the rest of the universe?

(b) Such expansion and colonization would (hopefully) lead to the ability to create new worlds in which there is less strife. If we had the chance to start over, how would we do things differently?[6]

(c) Were this to become a reality, would it be best to simply give each culture its own world? Or part of a world? Could we create worlds that were specified as “Christian” or “Muslim,” or “Russian” or “Japanese” and have them function? How long would they last before individuals on each world began to quarrel over what exactly the terms of their world were, and what should be done with it? Or would we all just fight here over who would get to be the first to go to a new world, and nothing would ever get done?[7]

(d) Similarly, is it possible that each world would develop just as earth has? Would humans experience some sort of evolutionary change on each different planet? Would it be split up into a bunch of different pieces?

(e) Most importantly (and admittedly a couple of my previous questions were just rambles), do we have to figure out a way to do this? I mean, look at our world – the “bottom billion” of people in the world live on less than a dollar a day, and that number is growing.[8] The number of ethnic conflicts around the world is growing. Water is growing scarce and becoming a source of conflict. All debate about global climate change aside – even if seas don’t rise as they are expected to (and put places like New York, Florida, and California at risk), our growth and expansion will eventually lead to the extinction of resources or available space. Surely there’s a limit to the population of humans Earth can support. Well, of course there is. But surely we’re growing too close to that number too rapidly.

Obviously this is all far more intense than it likely needs to be at this point, and these issues are all much farther down the road. But that isn’t really my point. I know these books are science fiction, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t supposed to push people to think about real-life problems – or at least potential problems.[9]

The assumption that all of this rests on is the fact that we’ve developed the kind of technology necessary to travel to other places and to communicate with previous places once we’re there. In Ender it is detailed how we come across such technology – instantaneous communication, near-light-speed travel, etc. Obviously this initially leads to questions like: how exactly does wireless internet work? And how instantaneous is something like Skype? When I say something into my cell phone, does it really have to bounce through multiple towers before it comes out of the other phone? Hopefully all of these questions are answerable by people who know more about this than I do.[10] But what are the limits of such nearly instantaneous communication? What is moving that gets this information so quickly from one place to another - and is it possible to move bigger things at such speeds?

Anyway, the real meat of the book is the new sentient race humans have come across on one of their colonies – named the piggies. While they are genetically (and therefore physically) different than humans and have much different lifestyles, it eventually becomes clear that it is only chance and a few thousand years that separate the piggies from humans – at least technologically.[11] A big debate occurs over how to treat the piggies, and eventually a fence is built around the human settlement on their planet. This fence, and many other rules set by some large, interstellar governmental body, is intended to keep humans from contaminating piggy culture. Only one or two humans are allowed out at a time to observe them, and they are not allowed to convey anything more than is necessary to the piggies about our culture.

It is clear by the end of the book that these laws were less designed by concern for the piggies than they were out of fear for human livelihood. The fence, rather than keeping humans in, serves as a greater tool to keep piggies out. The messages conveyed are clear: (1) we’ve accomplished so much and don’t want to share what we have, and more importantly, (2) we’re afraid of things we don’t understand.

We’re afraid of things we don’t understand.

We’re afraid of things we don’t understand. Why? It’s true. That’s the way it is, and probably always has been. And when I say we, I don’t mean any specific group of people – not students, not Americans, not…tennis players – I mean humans in general.[12] When we don’t know what something is, or someone’s intentions, or where something comes from, we’re afraid of what it could mean, or do. It serves for individuals, it servers for groups, it serves for nations, and it will serve for the human race as a whole if we live to encounter another sentient race.

Right. So why does this matter? Well, it matters because Card has taken a fictional example to expose something that is an essential part of the way humans interact. Think about building it up from a smaller scale.[13] When kids are really young, they tease the kid who is new, who is different, because they don’t know him or her. They wouldn’t label it as fear, but a concern prevails about their perceived social status when someone new joins the social order, and they must make sure that person doesn’t rise to become a threat.

Anyway, the point of all this isn’t to critique the way we interact on this planet. Among many others, the main question that Ender and Speaker bring to the table is this: is the discovery of another sentient race, a perceived threat and something that we, as the human race, do not understand, the best hope for the unification of and peace amongst humans?[14] Is the complete elimination of our race the threat that will cause us together peacefully?[15] Or, more intricately, is it really in the face of a threat that we are only going to be able to achieve peace? Does fear really govern that much of what we do?

As I’m writing this, I just let out a deep sigh. I’ll be honest, I have hardly touched on the questions I really wanted to attack and pose in this entire thing. All the things this book made me think - I’m having a ridiculous time translating them into words. The characters in the book are all of above average intelligence.[16] Actually, supposedly two of them are two of the smartest people to ever live. Ender (one of the characters) has a remarkably easy time understanding people and their motives, without really prying into them. They see everything a facial expression represents; they hear all the meanings behind words. And I think when I sat down to write about it, I thought that would rub off, or at least allow my ideas to flow relatively freely. Evidently that hope was wildly misplaced, and here I sit, extremely disappointed in the effort I’ve put forward.

All I can say is that these books drove me to think as much as possible. So I guess what I’m saying is – go read these books. And then come back to me, and lets discuss what happened and what it means. At this point I’m nearly two-thirds of the way through Xenocide, the sequel to Speaker. Though the premises have started to get a bit more far-fetched, the issues are even greater and the questions more penetrating. I wish I could put it more simply. I wish I could articulate it at all.



Imagine you’re a train driver and your breaks go out. There are five workers on the track ahead expecting you to stop, but you know you’re going to hit them, killing them all. Before the track reaches them, however, you could turn the train onto another track that only has one worker on it. Do you turn the train? Now imagine you’re standing next to the track watching the train. You know the brakes are out, and this time there is no alternate track. You happen to be standing next to a very large person. You know that if you push this person onto the track they will stop the train before it gets to the five other people. Do you push them?

What’s the difference in the two scenarios? That’s the difficulty I’m having explaining all the issues in Speaker. Maybe it’s something you have to talk about, not write about. Maybe it’s just meant to make you squirm inside until you have to give up.

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[1] Maybe it isn’t quite an annual trip, but it used to be close. I, quite sadly, haven’t been since the summer after my freshman year, and likely won’t make it out again until next summer. If I make it out then.

[2] I first read Ender’s Game my freshman year of high school. I have Mr. Nickels to thank for that – it may be my favorite book.

[3] As opposed to, for example, doing required reading or writing for class.

[4] Though I guess it cannot come as a huge surprise – the book spans 127 tracks and 14 hours of my music library.

[5] My latest and largest project at work – pricing the Texas radio market.

[6] This does, of course, ignore the question of whether or not we deserve the chance to start over. 

[7] Interestingly, in the book the peace on every world is explained by the power that an inter-world governing body wields. However, this power is not militaristic; rather it is one of information, as they can cut off the world from the information, news, advancements, and thoughts of all the other worlds. This threat holds the stability on each world as well as any military could.

[8] Fair warning – the rest of this is exceedingly fatalistic.

[9] I think it should be noted that up to this point, I have said nothing that I am really particularly proud of how I said it. In fact - I haven’t really said anything at all that I meant to say, and I have said many things that don’t really matter, but perhaps that’s just how difficult this is.

[10] Which really means, hopefully we know what’s going on and aren’t just happy that things are continuing to work smoothly. Still not the point I’m trying to make.

[11] Piggies have huts and tools, but nothing made of stone or metal. Also, they are, when full grown, about half as tall as an average human. Although I guess average human height is reasonably subjective as well.

[12] So I ran out of groups pretty quickly.

[13] It should be noted that my aim here is not to be wildly controversial.

[14] Or, perhaps, is it the only hope?

[15] You could theoretically point to the Cold War here as an example – Mutually Assured Destruction, while it didn’t create complete peace, at least created a sense of relative stability.

[16] Then again, how much fun would a book be to read if the characters weren’t very smart?

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Circling the Issue

What’s the opposite of writer’s block? Or, maybe not the opposite. What’s the term for writing too much and not actually saying anything that you want to say? Rambling? It seems a bit more complicated than that. At any rate, that’s what I’ve been struggling with the past few days.[1] Not to mention I’ve just been very busy and reasonably tired. But I’ve been trying to put together two blog posts, one on Speaker for the Dead and one on education for work, and I’ve had this “more than rambling” issue with both of them.[2]

This week has been busy but fairly routine. Monday after work I was going to go out and see some sights and different areas of the city, but I got home and was more tired than I expected. On top of that, I hadn’t seen Paul all weekend, so we shared a bottle of wine and just traded stories for a while. Also, I started a new book (which isn’t helping with my writing issues), so there was plenty for me to do at home.

Tuesday we were fortunate enough to start class late, and our guest speaker was a US Marine who had just completed a tour in Afghanistan. It was quite interesting to talk to someone who had been on the ground, see pictures, and understand much more of what the day-to-day issues are in the field. That night one of our friends had “won” a happy hour at a place named McFadden’s, so Paul and I went there for a couple hours and once more decided we were tired and turned in early.

Wednesday evening (yesterday) was quite fun. At the urging of Roxana (Paul and I cooked dinner at her place in this post), Paul, Evan, Roxana, Kaitlin and I had all bought tickets to a DC United soccer game (a Major League Soccer team). Before the game started, Kaitlin looked up at the clock and asked why it was already moving. Roxana looked up and said it was probably just how much time until kick-off. I finally looked up, looked at them to see if they were being serious (realized they were), and leaned over and said, “Guys the clock says 7:32:05. That’s the actual time. It’s actually 7:32.” The both laughed and Kaitlin voiced her fear that that would make it into the blog – so of course I included it.

The game, unfortunately, was a relatively dull 1-0 loss. However, it was interesting to see how United States soccer stacks up to European soccer – most importantly the devotion of the fans. The “crazy” section was able to keep noise going the whole game, but I must say it was nothing like European fan bases, even those in Austria. Also, many of the songs they sang were adapted from European teams, so Paul and I could sing along.[3] It was fun to go to though, even though it was incredibly hot and sticky, and we had a good time.

One of my bosses (Burns Strider) leaves Saturday for a couple of weeks of work and vacation, so they ordered in pizza for lunch today (Thursday).[4] I’ve still got two weeks left here, but it is crazy to think how fast this time has gone by. Anyway, the pictures below are from the DC United game. I’m hopeful this weekend I’ll get to see some family members in the area before it is too late! Katie Lovett and I are also planning on playing tennis tomorrow evening – it’s supposed to be 102 tomorrow so that will be interesting.

As always, at some point I’ll find a way to put up a post about Speaker for the Dead. Just not yet.
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[1] And if this paragraph isn’t proof of that, I don’t know what is.

[2] Katie Lovett, I’m banking on you being able to come up with an appropriate term for this.

[3] Actually, a lot of teams use the same tune and put their own lyrics or team name in it, so it isn’t particularly creative at all.

[4] Burns used to work for Hillary Clinton. Today he told us an interesting story about how no one at the State Department was responding to his emails about someone he knew that was stranded in Nairobi, so finally he just emailed Hillary. Within 30 seconds she had responded and within 12 hours the whole situation was handled.
Saw this guy when I went to play
tennis. Way too intense to be
just hitting on the backboard.

The kitchen after I cleaned it.

DC United game.


From left to right - Omar, Evan, and my ever so pleasant
roommate Paul.

Roxana, Kaitlin (nice), and Paul DiFore.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Harry Potter premiere week

Another week, gone. Three weeks from today I’ll be flying back home to spend a few days in KC before going back to school. It’s ridiculous how fast this summer has gone by.[1]

Sometime in the next couple days I’m going to put up a post about Speaker for the Dead by Orson Scott Card. Fair warning: it will be long, complicated, and in-depth.[2] Anyway, here’s a brief recap of the week I just had:

Monday I met up with a friend I met abroad, Kate Henry. She lives in Maryland but is interning in DC this summer as well. It was great to see her and catch up, and hopefully we’ll hang out again before the summer is over.

Tuesday in class Dr. Jim Zogby, founder and president of the Arab-American Institute came to talk to our class. He gave an interesting lecture about what he does and the state of lobbying when it comes to international interest groups. We also read some of his book and discussed it. Essentially, he is mad with pretty much everyone because no one takes the time to understand problems from an Arab point of view.[3] Needless to say, we had an interesting discussion.

Thursday our speaker was another Davidson grad, Eric Rosenbach, who is deeply involved in cyber security.[4] Essentially we learned that from the moment anything leaves your phone or computer there are thousands of places it can be intercepted, hacked, tapped, etc. If I didn’t have to use my computer to write this, I probably would have given up technology. He had a very aggressive lecture style. This is how class opened:

-Eric: “I have an aggressive style of lecturing, so don’t be intimidated and I hope you aren’t turned off. Also, I always pick on people in the back row with computers first.[5] Ok, so…you. With the black macbook. How does the internet work?”
-Me: “Ummm…” I glance around. “I have absolutely no idea.”

At any rate, I didn’t make the best impression, but I was able to recover and ask a good question or two later in class. After class, Katie Lovett picked me up and we went to her house and ate dinner and took a nap before the Harry Potter premiere. Around 11:30 we headed to the theater (Katie, her roommate Whitley, and myself).[6] If you didn’t read it, my initial reactions to the movie can be found in this blog post.

Friday at work was a little tough, but I made it through and came home and took a nap. Eventually I went and met some Davidson friends at a place in Dupont named Front Page, which was actually really fun. There I ran into Katherine Kilroy, a friend from my days of playing tennis daily at Woodside in KC.[7] It was really fun to see her and to catch up with someone else who lived in the KC area.

Saturday I didn’t do a whole lot until the evening when our class was invited to a cookout at a Davidson alum’s place in Georgetown. Dr. Menkhaus wasn’t allowed to tell us what he does – even though he’s three years out of school – so apparently he’s reasonably important and well off. He was very kind and made hamburgers and steak for all of us (even though only 7 people showed up).[8] After the cookout I met Katie Mixon at the Georgetown theater and saw Harry Potter for the second time in 48 hours. It was, however, better the second time around, because I was able to enjoy it as a movie rather than critique it based on its accuracy to the book.

Saturday night I stayed in because Paul went to New York City over the weekend and Harry Potter had set me behind on sleep. Sunday I went to a banquet at my Aunt Carol and Uncle Rick’s church, watched the Women’s World Cup final,[9] and then went and played tennis with Lauren Ivey (she graduated this year) and Gerard Dash (on the Davidson program with me and is a rising senior as well).

Paul is supposed to be home in a couple hours, and I will likely be asleep. Three weeks to go – I may as well be rested and ready to take them head on.
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[1] Though I guess in all fairness to “this summer,” I have done a lot since being here. But still, three weeks?

[2] And there probably won’t be pictures.

[3] Maybe not mad. Probably frustrated is a better word. But that’s likely because he’s seen it happen for so long that his anger has worn off.

[4] I skipped Wednesday because the only thing interesting that happened was me doing laundry. And that isn’t interesting.

[5] It should be noted that our class is seated in the shape of a horseshoe. However, on this particular day I was in the left-hand corner with my laptop – essentially the back row in Mr. Rosenbach’s view.

[6] The Georgetown theater had showings at midnight, 12:20, and 12:40. We had tickets to a 12:40 showing.

[7] I know way too many people whose name begins with K. Or K-a-t for that matter.

[8] Fun side story: On my way there, I ran into Kellyn and her roommate Keeley. (Sigh, see footnote 7 about names.) We were talking about the Harry Potter movie, and Keeley started humming the tune from the soundtrack. After apologizing she said, “I was in Harry Potter land this week, so it’s just been stuck in my head.” I laughed and let it go, mostly because I sort of was as well. However, about five minutes later she said something about one of her favorite Harry Potter rides – which I foolishly blew off. Shortly afterwards, when I said I was going to see it again and said that I guess I was still stuck in “Harry Potter world,” Keeley stops, turns, and said, “No, my job actually flew us down to Harry Potter World in Orlando this week.” Not only did I feel like an idiot, but I was also extremely jealous.

[9] Which was a great story for Japan, but unfortunately very sad for the US team.

Friday, July 15, 2011

"And where would it take me?"...."On."

What follows is my initial set of reactions to the final Harry Potter movie (which I saw with Katie Lovett and her roommate Whitley Rainey).  Also, I'm going to try implementing a footnote system to add extra thoughts - let me know what you think!

On September 1, 1998, Scholastic released a book by a relatively unknown author entitled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Sometime between then and 2007, when the seventh and final installment of the series was released, I read all seven novels in the series, many of them multiple times. In fact, on July 21, 2007, on vacation in North Carolina with my family,[1] a 17-year-old me read the seventh book about three 17-year-olds all in one day.

Similarly, in November of 2001, an 11-year-old me was exposed to the first Harry Potter film, featuring an 11-year-old set of characters.

The series connected to all sorts of people, but for my generation in particular, or even just those a year or so older and younger than I am, this series had an especially profound effect. We were connected to it in a way that no one else ever will be. We lived the growth, the knowledge, the love, and the demise of every Potter character. It was ourselves that we imagined receiving that letter to Hogwarts,[2] it was us that experienced the same social growing pains that the characters encounter, and it was us that, at 17, believed that if it were asked of us, we could set out to change the world too.

Certainly other generations will have their claims to the “Harry Potter generation”. My sisters were 1 ½-years and not even 2-months old when the first Harry potter book came out. But they were almost 5 and 3 when the first movie came out, which we owned on VHS.[3] Certainly, my sisters will believe that, while I watched Harry and his counterparts mature and solve larger and more complicated problems, they actually grew up with the Potter series. By the time she was 10 my youngest sister, Jessie, had read all the books, and I’m sure there was some slight feeling of disappointment when no letter from Hogwarts came on August 24, 2009.[4]

There will always be critics. There will be those who wish the movies had played a little more closely to the books in some areas.[5] There will be those who wished for a couple more things to be included in the books.[6] But mostly, there will be millions of people, perhaps more, who experienced the development of this wonderful series.

I wonder whether or not the actors from these films will ever be able to shake their appearance as these characters. And I want to feel sorry for them, because I know they probably cannot. But too much of me has been invested in this series for me to feel that way. (Plus, as everyone knows, I think Emma Watson is wonderful.)

I’m not sure I was quite ready for the end of this series. I’m still not entirely convinced it is over. Walking out of my first viewing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II at 3 a.m. last night felt odd. Still digesting the movie, I was curious about a few alterations they made to the story (see footnote 5). But I was also trying to understand what it all meant. Of course, I understand the central themes – love, compassion, sacrifice, friendship – and how they all play together and everything. And the series, of course, isn’t going to go anywhere any time soon. It will certainly be something I share with my children, and I’m sure there is still plenty of money left to be made.

Still, there was an eerie feeling as I walked home next to the river under the nearly full moon. And I thought about the childhood and adolescence of the characters in the stories, and thought about my formation years: tennis (sports in general I suppose), school, and friends.[7] And I began to worry – I’m a year away from tennis and school being over, and this was the end of Harry Potter. Was this the official end of my childhood?

And then I realized something. At the end of the book and movie (SPOILER ALERT! I guess…but you probably know this happens) Harry still, after all of that, has his friends. Ron, at the end of the book, responds to his daughter’s question about everyone’s stares by joking, “Don’t let it worry you. It’s me. I’m very famous.” If Fred and George Weasley stand for anything in the books, it’s the persistence of youthful joy, despite all else that goes on.[8] As long as we’ve still got friends, I’m not worried about losing my childhood any time soon.

There were plenty of other things going through my head. Plenty of other scenes to digest. Plenty of other metaphors to understand. But there will be time for all that. After all, we are still kids.

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[1] Oddly, we were on the beach in the exact same spot that I would visit three years later with a few of my friends over our Easter Break.

[2] And over time our belief was rationalized to fit our new age: In the real world you wouldn’t get a letter until you’re done with elementary school. In the real world you wouldn’t get a letter until you’re 16 and can drive. In the real world you wouldn’t get a letter until you graduate high school and finish your education. In the real world you wouldn’t get a letter until you’re 21? In the real world…maybe when you finish all your education?

[3] That’s how you can tell a series has been going on for a long time – VHS.

[4] It should be noted that my other sister, Kathryn, only read 3 ½ of the books – it did not surprise me when she told me she thought the second installment of the seventh movie was awesome but that Jessie had doubts.

[5] I’ll go ahead and include myself in this category, though my issues are mostly minor. Such as (SPOILER ALERT!) – why couldn’t Harry have just asked for his wand back from Hermione and mended it with the Elder Wand…and then broken the Elder Wand? Or (SPOILER ALERT!) why didn’t Voldemort die in front of everyone? It was almost like Harry needed to tell people he was dead as he was walking back through the Great Hall.

[6] I will not include myself in this category.

[7] And Harry Potter.

[8] And if (SPOILER ALERT!) Fred’s death doesn’t make you tear up for that reason, then I have little hope.