Showing posts with label World. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Obama Rally in Leesburg

Hearing that Obama was coming to Leesburg, Virginia, I decided to take off work and go up for the rally (Leesburg is about 25 minutes away from our house). After 7 hours of standing and waiting, I managed to get a front row spot for the speech! It was a very good event, with his typical, yet powerful stump speech. I even got a hand shake for my efforts! :)

Here are some of my best shots.











My ugly mug with Obama in the background.


In this short clip of Obama's entrance, the guy next to me yells "we love you" at the end and Obama retorts "I love you back!"



This is a really good clip on the importance of our time in history and the critical issues facing our nation and our world. At the end I pan the crowd briefly.



A short, but very good clip on healthcare. Obama gets personal about his Grandmother and her death from cancer.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Worst idea of the week

This seems like a brilliant plan to help bring peace and stability to the middle east...

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Native American Dance

On our way back from lunch with our friends Mike and Shawn & Sara, Kieran and I spotted a drum circle, so of course we had to attend! It was fun watching the native american dances. Our favorite was the men's hunting dance which I recorded on my cell phone. Watch the men sneaking up on their prey, then rejoicing at their success. Really, really enjoyable for Kieran and I.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Angels of Bread

My friend Tara shared a powerful poem on her blog by a North American poet Martin Espada.

To read the poem in its entirety click here. My two favorite passages are:

this is the year
that shawled refugees deport judges
who stare at the floor
and their swollen feet
as files are stamped with their destination;

this is the year that the eyes
stinging from the poison that purifies toilets
awaken at last to the sight
of a rooster-loud hillside,
pilgrimage of immigrant birth;


This poem reminds me of the terribly real suffering of those in every society who are marginalized and oppressed. Whose very lives feed the machinery of other's success. Yet my soul sings at the heart rending beauty in these images of justice, of the triumph of weakness over power, of the victory of love over hate and domination. I still believe in such foolish ideas.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Who Needs a Truck?

Anyone who has traveled to a country where motorcycles are the primary mode of transportation has likely been amazed at the creative ways that truck worthy loads are transported. Only the first pic is mine, the rest are pirated.





















Thursday, March 15, 2007

More Lorikeet Shots

Rainbow Lorikeets are stunningly beautiful birds (this was my first encounter). The lighting was poor due to overcast, or I would have had many more amazing shots. For more on this bird, check here.









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Cool Videos

Here are some cool videos from the trip.

The first is from the underwater world on Sentosa Island.



This video is from the Lorikeet Aviary at Jurong Bird Park, one of the largest walk in aviaries in the world (the largest walk in aviary is also at this park).



This is from the butterfly park on Sentosa Island.

Chilli Crabs

Chilli Crabs are one of the most renowned Singapore dish, and for good reason! They consist of soft shelled crabs that have been marinated in a sweet chilli sauce until the entire crab is permeated with the wonderful flavor. The crab(s) are served with the shell still on, requiring plenty of cracking to get at the delicious meat.

Kieran had already had a big meal of sticky rice and soup, so we only tentatively gave him a bit of crab meat. He loved it and was clamoring for more!! While Maranda carefully gave him pieces that had not come into contact with the chilli sauce, Daddy was not as careful and tossed him several pieces with lots of chilli sauce. Surprisingly, Kieran showed an immediate preference for the pieces doused in chilli sauce!! Wow, lets just say his proud father beamed!

A few bites later the spice caught up with him and his hand went to his mouth. He reached for some more rice and then a quick drink to soothe the burn, and then was back reaching for the chilli crab again. Having regrouped he pounded several more healthy servings of crab.

Toward the end of the dinner the restaurant had mostly cleared out and the staff were very attentively watching Kieran. At one point the cook came out and shook his hand and then took a cell phone picture with him. He enjoyed the attention, especially when the maitre'd took him into the kitchen to introduce him to the tank of bullfrogs. Lots of fun, we left with smiles promising to come back on our next trip to Singapore.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Butterfly Garden

On Sentosa Island we visited the butterfly garden. An enclosed area with several thousand butterfly's surrounding you. It was a blast!!

Below you can see rows of cocoons collected by the keepers, in various stages of progression. The butterflies that you can see have just emerged.




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Friday, March 09, 2007

Baby Adventures

Kieran is having a complete blast on this trip. He seems to have come to expect something new every day, and is chomping at the bit in the morning with repeated exclamations of "go." Whether pointing with his finger in a directing manner, racing forward on eager legs, or leaning forward in his stroller exclaiming "wow," Kieran is full of the spirit of adventure.

Last night we went on the "Night Safari," which is a special addition to the world famous Singapore zoo and has received lots of acclaim. It was basically an entire separate zoo, with animals in very natural looking habitats. There was overhead soft lighting so we could see them exploring their habitat. Animals are far more active at night!

After exploring the night zoo, we stopped to get some photos with some of Kieran's favorite critters, a snake and an owl!


Fire Dancers

Last night we enjoyed a wonderful exhibition of dancing with fire. Kieran was mesmerized and has been eyeing our incense sticks ever since!

Shoppers Swagger

After an evening of shopping mostly confined to his stroller, Kieran came down with a serious case of crazy feet!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

World's Largest Bats

Check out these way cool fruit eating bats. They are known as flying foxes and can have wingspans up to 2 meters!!! There were several flying around me when I took this video.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Singapore Zoo

After a few shopping excursions on Saturday, we chose to spend Sunday admiring the magnificence of God's creation at the Singapore zoo. The weather was quite nice, and the animals were especially active in the morning. Kieran's favorite were the various monkeys and apes, he spent a good part of the morning imitating the howler monkey.

Here are a few shots from the day:









Friday, March 02, 2007

30000 feet over the sea (aka Mommy's big sacrifice)

Well, our 23 hour flight to Singapore started off well enough, loading went without a hitch and in short order we were comfortable stowed in the rear cabin of a Northwest plane, armed with a bag of ~300 toys to distract our wonderfully active boy. After the distraction of our initial take-off, Kieran got the wander bug, so Daddy took him for a *walk* up and down the seat aisles. A walk turned into a sprint, with nimble little feet quickly outpacing the clumsier, more heavily laden feet of his father. With the occasional pause to wave at some of his admirers, in short order we had arrived at the first class cabin. Determined to look like a respectable father who does not allow his son to run through three cabins of an airplane, I had a brief discussion with my young sprinter and started back holding his hand from behind. In a moment of distraction as we eased by another passenger, my young opportunist slipped my hand and continued his Olympic trials, this time aided by the downward slope of the cabins.

A cabin later I caught up with the rogue and managed to slow his forward progress by gently holding the top of his head. This quickly turned into feet outpacing his head, which looked quite cartoonish (you know, the ones where the feet take off first with the head stretching back behind). With only slightly impeded progress he finished the lap back to our seat and was swept up out of the aisle by mommy's waiting arm. Daddy having received far more exercise than his triathalon son, plopped down into his chair and quickly fell asleep.

Here's where the story takes a turn for the worse, if you have a weak stomach I recommend you do not read on.

MOMMY'S BIG SACRIFICE (AKA THE LONGEST 8 HOURS OF OUR LIVES)

Being good parents, shortly before the flight we gave Kieran a nice breakfast of eggs and some formula. This was gratefully returned to us in partially digested splendor about 3 hours into our flight (shortly after our Detroit connection). Mommy was directly in the path and in an act of extreme self sacrifice took the entire contents on her lap. After a few moments of panic, we managed to dig out our wet wipes and take care of the mess, even changing Kieran's shirt for a clean one that my always prepared wife had thought to pack.

Unfortunately this turned out to only be a warm-up run. In the following 8 hours Kieran threw up about every 30 minutes, his sick tummy refusing to hold any liquids, much to the dismay and fright of his parents, hovering somewhere over the North Pacific. Daddy made frequent trips to the flight attendants, retrieving many armfuls of towels and bags to place soiled clothing. Kieran quickly went through both extra shirts and spent the remainder of the flight in only a diaper. Mommy continued to be the recipient of the upchuck, with literally a dozen or more incidents ending up in her lap.

Having considered staying over in Tokyo so we could take Kieran into a hospital to get rehydrated, we were wonderfully pleased when he was able to keep a few sips of Sprite down about eight hours into the trip. He fell asleep on Mommy's lap for an hour of wonderful respite. While there was one more incident on our leg from Tokyo to Singapore (this one thankfully placed on the empty seat we managed to commandeer), the storm had broke and Kieran was on the mend. The last portion of our journey over South Asian waters was thankfully uneventful, and even quite entertaining, as a recuperated Kieran began to energetically interact and *flirt* with some young Singaporean girls sitting behind us. He proceeded to show them every toy in his bag and kept them giggling with his crazy antics (that boy likes to perform!). A weary mommy and daddy smiled at his joyfulness, glad to see that he had handled the sickness and confinement so well. Indeed, Kieran never once had a crying fit through the whole 23 hour trip!

A shower and a few hours of rest later, this father is indeed thankful to have arrived in the beautiful city of Singapore. I am also thankful for the exceeding patience and self-sacrifice of the most amazing woman I have ever met.

Check back later for pics and info on our big (vomit free) trip to the zoo!!

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Thanks and a few random thoughts

First I want to express a heart felt thanks to my Singaporean friends who made my trip so enjoyable and meaningful. I definitely experienced Asian hospitality first hand! While the list is too long to capture everyone, I want to especially thank Chung How, Stacy, Barry, Janette, Yau Tian, Amy, Oo Wai, and everyone else that I have failed to mention. You guys were great and definitely the highlight of my trip to Singapore. Really, relationships are far more precious than sights, especially when you share experiences together! I am deeply grateful to your friendships and your willingness to be patient with an overly talkative individual who was never afraid to invite himself to any/all happenings! Take care and see you all soon next year!

I also want to thank Maranda and my son Kieran for letting me travel halfway around the world for a full month. Their patience and love carried me many a lonely day, they are truly at the very heart of anything I do.

And now a few more random thoughts on hospitality. The Asian emphasis on respect and hospitality was evident even in less likely places, like the service I experienced in my apartment suite. With full room service (food if required, laundry, cleaning, etc), I encountered many of the hotel workers, yet I can say that every single one was exceedingly courteous and friendly. Now granted, this is a five star hotel, so perhaps my sample was artificially weighted by selective hiring, however even when I have experienced similar service in the states there is often a bit of resentment that one can pick-up under the "friendly mask." I have especially noted this with other men around my age. However, in this stay I only found sincerity, try as hard as I could I did not pick up hidden resentment or a sense of "I am only doing this for you because I am paid!" Instead, each person seemed genuinely courteous, beyond the point needed for their job.

This same impression was re-inforced many times over, enough to convince me that respect for others is deeply ingrained in the culture. Of course I had heard this before, but had never experienced it myself. I was quit curious if I could see past the "facade," but at least in the majority of cases, it seemed to be an inner quality, not just and outer quality. How wonderfully refreshing! Additionally, when giving you something the Chinese use both hands and dip their head in a gesture of respect. A small thing perhaps, but over the course of a day as a "consumer," it was amazing how much it impacted my mood.

Perhaps the most dramatic contrast was my flight from Tokyo to the U.S. I changed planes in Tokyo and had an early experience that brought to my attention that the flight attendants were no longer from South Asia. Early in the flight drink service was provided. My seat companion (a Roman Catholic Ph.D student in religious education from Singapore) and I were both a bit groggy and surprised by the sudden presence of the drink cart. My companion looked up at the flight attendant and said "sorry" (in the British usage) to indicate that he hadn't clearly heard her request. She stood with hands on her hips and said with a surly edge to her voice "Honey, take a look, why do you think I am here!" Abashed, my companion quickly requested a fruit juice and I did the same. As she moved on down the aisle, he exchanged glances with me, indicating his surprise at her response. I felt a need to explain that in the U.S., her "attitude" was not terribly uncommon and was "taken with the turf," but instead I just nodded my head indicating my own frustration as well.

Now certainly I have had many excellent experiences with flight staff in the U.S., but this one example would simply NEVER happen in Asia, based on my experiences, as it would be profoundly out of character in a place where respect for other's is so highly valued. Food for thought, and certainly a refreshing experience for someone like myself with a strong penchant for sarcasm!

Later,
Ken

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Foolish Peace



I found this painted doorway deep in china town in Melacca, Malaysia. I was struck by the message and very curious to know the full story. There is much truth that living peacefully comes at a cost at times (if not all the time?). Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Jesus, and many others suffered for their courageous peacefullness. They were "fools" to believe that humankind could live together in openness and dialogue, even love. They were fools to believe that centuries of ethnic and religious barriers could be broken down, and ideed, they suffered greatly during their lives.

And yet, as I write this post I reflect on my time here in S. Asia. I have made many friends and found everyone warm, accepting, and engaging. At any given time there might be three or more religious traditions reflected in our group, yet accord, not discord, rules the day. Is it possible that those who suffered for peace have moved the very foundations of humanity, that kindness, understanding, and love may be more the norm today than 100 years ago?

And yet there is still much anger in the world today. For those who wish to intervene, to be courageous peacemakers, are we prepared to suffer for our belief in a better world? Watching from the side is much safer than being an agent of change, yet in our hearts (in my heart), is that really all we desire, all we are capable of?