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.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Time to recover

The rest of the week (after the last blog post) was a relatively routine week. Thursday night our speaker was a member of the Department of Defense (the assistant undersecretary to someone). Her job, put succinctly, was to brainstorm with a couple other people every possible international affairs scenario and create a plan of action to take if that scenario were to occur. Which actually sounds like a fantastic job. She also used to fly in the air force (also fantastic), so she was smart, strong, and intimidating.

Friday evening was casual but a lot of fun. Paul and I went to make dinner with two of our friends from Davidson, Kaitlin Roberts and Roxana Boyd. Roxana is fortunate enough to be staying at her aunt and uncle’s for the summer (or great aunt and uncle’s?), which happens to be in a very nice apartment complex. Furthermore, she lives on the top floor, and her view looks one direction over the river and another direction towards the Washington monument. Needless to say, it is a very nice place.

Paul and I picked up some sauce and cheese and bread from the store and we made a variety of types of pasta. We had quite a good time cooking, sharing a bottle of wine, listening to music, and eating. I’ve learned that I am most helpful if I take care of the music and wine during the preparation process and stay out of the way of those in the kitchen (everyone else…), and then I did the dishes at the end (which I believe is a fair trade).

Eventually Paul and I mobilized because another of our friends from Davidson, Andrew Linville, was arriving from NYC on the bus that evening. Roxana and Kaitlin went to hang out with other Davidson friends, and Paul and I met Natalie and Evan Carter (not sure if he’s been mentioned on her before, but he is yet another Davidson friend who also is in DC this summer) at Capitol City Brewing Company to hang out near Union Station until Andrew arrived. The five of us went back to our apartment and hung out for the rest of the night.

Saturday was unfortunately not that much fun. I was supposed to play tennis with Dr. Menkhaus in the afternoon (he is the professor leading my program this summer), but I reacted poorly to a batch of eggs I ate in the morning (I think) and was unable to stomach food for the better part of two hours. Fortunately, thinking I was going to play tennis, Paul and Andrew had left to go walk around, so I didn’t hold them back (like I did Patrick during our time in Cairo), but I still had to cancel on Dr. Menkhaus. Eventually I felt well enough to walk to Georgetown to buy a book and tennis balls just in case I played on Sunday, and eventually I was able to join Paul and Andrew at Vapiano in Chinatown for dinner, but I still didn’t eat that much. As a result, I only stayed for a little while at Evan’s place that evening and went home early to read.

Today (Sunday) I felt better, well enough to attend a Nationals game at least (which they won 2-0!), but still not 100%. On the brighter side, in the past week I have finished listening to Speaker for the Dead by Orson Scott Card (for anyone from East reading this, that’s the sequel to Ender’s Game which most of us read for Nickel’s class freshman year – I’m looking at you Sean), and I’ve also purchased the seventh Harry Potter to reread before the midnight showing on Thursday with Katie Lovett, and I purchased the sequel to Speaker for the Dead. Obviously, I’ve discovered that I really enjoy reading for fun in my spare time – more than just sitting on facebook for endless hours.

In the coming days I am going to try to finish a blog post about Speaker for the Dead – a post that will be more of an actual issue oriented blog post than any I’ve ever put up. I may also put up a blog post I’m working on for work. We’ll see. In the meantime, here are a few pictures!
Dad - Guess what kind of car this is! Wait, it's actually
a Saturn!

The Capitol at night.

No idea where this is (I think in Georgetown?), but I
crossed over it and it looked cool.

View down the river.

The Nationals game on Sunday.
Richard was nice enough to get us
great seats right next to the field in
foul ball territory.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Déjà Vu?

So I am struggling to locate the cord that connects my camera to my computer…so I’ll post pictures to this post whenever I find it?

What a weekend. As I noted at the end of the last post, Paul Britton and Patrick arrived very late Friday night in DC. Saturday Paul and I walked around the mall, taking lots of pictures and eventually wandering into the natural history museum. After an afternoon in the muggy 100-degree heat, we spent an hour in my apartment recovering and then walked over to Katie Lovett’s. Saturday was her birthday, and her family was in town. They were nice enough to take a few of us out for dinner to a Mexican restaurant. The Lovetts are a great family – and their make up is a bit like my family when I’m not there (meaning the father is severely out-numbered because they have two daughters a few years apart). It was a lot of fun to get to hang out with Patrick and Paul again, and I had a great time getting to know the Lovett family.

After dinner we all went back to Katie’s apartment in Georgetown and ate a delicious cake and ice cream and shared some champagne. Eventually Paul, Pat and I left to go meet Pat’s brother at a place named Cantina Marina on the river to celebrate Katie’s 21st. Due to dinner and cake, we were running a bit behind, and didn’t get to be there and hang out for all that long, but it was nice to see Pat’s brother, Stephen Muller, again and to meet his girlfriend Suzanne.

Sunday morning I woke up about 9:30 to watch the Wimbledon final between Djokovic and Nadal. Djokovic has certainly earned the #1 position in the world and deserved the Wimbledon title. It is a little absurd to think that we are now in July, the seventh month of the year, and he has still only lost one match. Similarly, it is crazy to think that until this tournament, Roger Federer was 178-0 in matches when he won the first two sets. Wow.

Unfortunately ESPN was not streaming the match online so I was using some other streaming device that used a lot of what appeared to be Russian letters. Every 15 minutes or so the stream would be obligated to show a commercial, and you could choose to watch it a minute or two before time was up or to wait out the full time. Unfortunately, right at the end of the match I didn’t see the option, so as Djokovic went to serve on match point, my stream switched away to a commercial in an unrecognizable language. When it came back, Djokovic was looking at his box screaming with joy and pumping his fists.

Needless to say, I was not very pleased.

Sunday afternoon Paul and I did some more walking. We saw the American History museum, and decided not to stand in the very long, slow moving line for the National Archives. We ended up walking around behind the capitol building to see the Supreme Court. Dinner was a gyro and chips from a store down the street, and then we went to meet up with Pat to see a movie with Stephen and Suzanne. ‘Transformers 3’ was the selection, and mostly it just made us all laugh. If what you’re looking for in a movie is an hour-long giant robot fight scene, this is the movie for you. If not, well sorry.

Post-movie the three of us just went back to Katie’s, watched a couple episodes of How I Met Your Mother, and then Paul and I left to go back to my apartment. Monday (July 4th) Paul left to drive back around 11:30 (Patrick was flying home to get in soon enough to go to work for a couple hours). After eating, showering, and getting ready, I went down to the mall and met up with Katie and her family again. I spent the next few hours walking around the mall with Katie and her sister, Julia, exploring the festival that was set up. Eventually we headed back up to the Capitol lawn where we watched the concert and fireworks. Mr. Lovett had scoped out a great area for us to sit so we could see both. The concert itself wasn’t particularly great, but it likely exceeded my expectations (because they were pretty low). The fireworks show was also amazing, although music was still going on which ruined it a little bit for me.

After the show I walked with the Lovetts to Good Stuff, a restaurant run by a former Top Chef competitor. Katie works here a couple nights a week as well. We all just got milkshakes, but it smelled absolutely delectable. I was almost convinced to buy a burger even though I had already eaten just by the smell inside. Finally around 11:30 (after a long, exhausting day in the heat) we all boarded the metro. The Lovett family stayed in a hotel about a block from my office, so we took the same train and I got off one stop before they did. Again, they’re a great family and I’m glad I got to spend so much time with them!

Sorry this was a fairly detailed post. Hopefully having a 4-day week makes it go by fairly quickly. It was funny having guests in town (did I mention Paul Ream’s girlfriend was here this weekend too, and that our other roommates also had visitors?) – kind of reminded me of our weekends abroad when we would either travel or have guests in town. And this weekend, with all the sightseeing, it felt like I did both. I’ll certainly sleep well in the upcoming nights!

(Final side note – this weekend was a Noren family reunion in Kansas City, which I was not really invited to attend. But I hope it was fun for everyone that made it!)

*Edit to add pictures*
Paul Britton in front of the White House.

Paul again behind the Capitol.

The Supreme Court...I guess this has already been put up.

Julia (left) and Katie Lovett in front of the Capitol.

Katie and I!

A look all the way down the mall.  There were
so many people there. Click to enlarge.

One of the singers at the concert.  She sang some song from
the West Side Story.

Jordan Sparks singing "Beauty and the Beast".

Fireworks behind the Washington monument.

The Lovett family!