
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Coach Brody, eat your heart out!
I would like to say that six years after, I have gotten over it. I would love to say that I took the bad news, left the gym and used that determination to do something positive – no way. Just like Bobby Fisher, I went into hiding. Sitting, waiting, praying for the perfect moment. Waiting for revenge. I got cut from basketball, it sucked. My little brother, who I would like to say learned everything from me, was both captain and MVP of the team. With that said, I like to think that coach now knows what he missed out on, Billy’s older brother. But today, in front of the WHOLE world, I have proof of what Salem High School Basketball missed out on:


AIR JIMBO!
Peace Corps Training Rookie Card
That is a legit 10 foot rim.
14 year old girls thought I played in the NBA.
We lost the game by 48 points.
My buddy Jim, another volunteer, say this picture and made the comment, "wow man, you had muscles once..."
I have waited 6 years for my revenge, and it tastes OH SO SWEET! I wonder if Coach Brody likes the humble pie that I just served him?
OK... In all seriousness, I am not bitter at all, this is completely a joke.
Monday, August 25, 2008
The Latest Visit to Peace Corps Medical Office
Today is August 25th, 2008 - today I visited the medical office.
It has been a hot second since I made the hike up the flight of stairs to talk about my body with the nurse team - needless to say, I had a rainbow of emotions. When I arrived at the front desk, it was as if no time had passed at all. I am like Woody Harrelson from 'Cheers' in this office - everybody knows my name.
"So what's it going to be today Jimbo? Stitches? Bathroom troubles? Loosing an insane amount of weight in 4 days?" - Nursing crew
"No... not the regular today - no stitches, no Pepto-Bismol, no weight gainer - an ingrown toenail." - I reluctantly stated
Probably one of the most embarrassing injuries to have. And here is why:
"So Jim, you don't know how to cut your toenails?" - Nurse operating on my toe
"Umm... yeah, I do!" - came back with that comment way too fast to not sound overcompensating (I thought I did, but obviously I don't if I'm in the office to have her teach me how to cut them)
This was followed by 15 minutes of her cleaning up the mess that I had made out of my foot and making me feel like a three year old child that needs his parents to do everything for him. Limping down the stairs to an audience of hardcore Peace Corps Volunteers did not make me feel any better about my predicament either.
ego bruised, toe sore,
Jimbo
It has been a hot second since I made the hike up the flight of stairs to talk about my body with the nurse team - needless to say, I had a rainbow of emotions. When I arrived at the front desk, it was as if no time had passed at all. I am like Woody Harrelson from 'Cheers' in this office - everybody knows my name.
"So what's it going to be today Jimbo? Stitches? Bathroom troubles? Loosing an insane amount of weight in 4 days?" - Nursing crew
"No... not the regular today - no stitches, no Pepto-Bismol, no weight gainer - an ingrown toenail." - I reluctantly stated
Probably one of the most embarrassing injuries to have. And here is why:
"So Jim, you don't know how to cut your toenails?" - Nurse operating on my toe
"Umm... yeah, I do!" - came back with that comment way too fast to not sound overcompensating (I thought I did, but obviously I don't if I'm in the office to have her teach me how to cut them)
This was followed by 15 minutes of her cleaning up the mess that I had made out of my foot and making me feel like a three year old child that needs his parents to do everything for him. Limping down the stairs to an audience of hardcore Peace Corps Volunteers did not make me feel any better about my predicament either.
ego bruised, toe sore,
Jimbo
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Spell Check
I will keep this short and simple.
I have read some blog entries and came to the conclusion that from now on I am going to be editing my entries before posting. Typos, odd wording - it is all my fault and quite frankly, bush leauge.
Sorry,
ghostwriter
I have read some blog entries and came to the conclusion that from now on I am going to be editing my entries before posting. Typos, odd wording - it is all my fault and quite frankly, bush leauge.
Sorry,
ghostwriter
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Jake and Taryn Vinieron!
I was without a doubt the luckiest guy in the world this week - I had visitors!
My buddy Jake 'the Snake' and his counterpart in crime, Taryn, came for two nights! I met them in San Miguel - which requiered me getting there early and waiting all day. With a half hour before the last bus of the day leaves towards my site, I recieved a random phone call (they are traveling without a cellphone, this makes it hard to get in touch). Jake told me they had landed in San Miguel but wasn't sure where they were. I was really confused for a second but then got my barrings straight.
I said to myself, "Jimbo... look for the only other white people in this town, and you will find your friends". Sure enough, this approach worked. Across the street, I saw a 6ft 4inch white giant. Success!
We arrived in Perquin a few hours later by way of pick-up truck. I won't even begin to try to describe what it is like to ride in the back of a pick-up as your main means of transportation. All I can say, is come visit, and you will see. We checked into the Hotel Lenka, which is a God sent oasis away from 'roughing it'. Through our gear in the room, and took off for Perquin to get some comida tipica. After slamming some papusas, eggs revuelta and frijoles it was time to take the dark walk back to homebase. We spent the rest of the night in the hotels game room. Ping pong, drinky drinkies, and catching up. It was both so weird and so great seeing old friends. Weird because when I landed in El Salvador, I kind of completely started my life over. New job, new friends, new language... so out of nowhwere, all of a sudden hanging with these guys was such a plesent suprise.
The next morning when we woke, we grabbed some breakfast and it was time to take your friends to work day. Pick-up to the desvio where we learned that no bus would be passing - hence, we started walking. We trucked it to Arambala, a small pueblo that you pass while heading to my site. There we waiting around till an ambulance driver passed. We flagged him down and he hesitantly picked us up and drove us to El Mozote. We took the 25 minute hike into my site. I have been dreaming of this moment - showing friends where I live and what I am doing. We went right to my house, I showed them my chicken poop infested room, dirty close, and my machete (Jake was jealous). Next, I introduced Jake and Taryn to my counterpart. We sat in the kitcken for a brief moment, my counterpart spoke to my guests as if they knew Spanish and I tried my best to make it not awkward.
Next, we took off for the football field. The dirt fields with stick-made goals is the epic-center for youth hangouts in my site. Not much too look at when there isn't a game, so we passed by on our way to the community. When we arrived, we were met by a ghoast town of colorful houses. Three children we on a pourch, but wouldn't say a word. All of a sudden, the one white kid have turned into three white kids - it was an interesting day to say the least. We headed for the lower part of the community where we chilled at the local tienda (store) for a few minutes. The owner was there and so was her neighbor. We sat and talked for about ten minutes. Not a lot was said, but it was a pretty cool exchange of culture. People that live completely different styles of life sitting on the same bench just shooting it... it was a really cool moment for me.
Finally, the best part of the day! SCHOOL VISIT! Taryn is going to school to be a teacher, so she was really exicted to hear that I work at a school. We left the store and took off for the two room school house. About half of the students were missing, apparently, a lot of the kids had to work with their families in the field that day - but trust me - we made do. I got things going by playing a game of 'heads, shoulders, knees and toes' with my students. I have been teaching them part parts in english and they love that song. After that, all the girls began to STARE at Taryn and her blonde hair. Jake and I decided it was time to start being boys - so obviously, we played some football. Two on two, I asked one of my students, Nilson, to pick the teams. He had to decide between Jake, an atheltic giant, me, his Peace Corps Volunteer, and a 6 year old kid that goes to school with him - he choose the little kid. Big mistake.
Jake and I released a whooping on them. I belive we ran the score up 6-nil before we realized we needed to chill out a little bit. The game consideted of the dirt road as the court, a puddle as the halfcourt line and 4 rocks for goals. It was perfect.
Don't think for a second that Tayrn was left out. She had 8 girls circled around her... she was a godess. They played about 48 different school yard games. More or less ring around the rosey - but Spanish versions...
Looking back, I really enjoyed having my friends come check out my new digs. It was interesting to watch them experience something for the first time. The same thing that I have been accustoming myself to for the past 3 months. In a way, I saw a lot of myself in their first reactions to the way of life in my site.
Leaving the school, the kids looked sad, which meant that they really enjoyed themselves - thank you Jake and Taryn... you have no idea how much your presence will help me get into this community!
We rolled back to my house for some coffee and hot rice/green peppers. Something you have to try while visiting. Central America, at noon, eating a hot lunch and chasing it with coffee - Jake and Taryn were sweating as if they had ran a marathon... haha guys!
We had just enough energy to make the hard hike out of site, relax for a few minutes, and then jump on the bus to get back to the hotel. Once there, we napped, ate dinner, and had another great night of hanging out, having a few drinks and just enjoying life.
It was really hard to see them go. It went by way too fast. But honestly, I don't think I have been more excited in the last 5 months than I was these last two days with my guests!
Here are some pictures! ENJOY!
My buddy Jake 'the Snake' and his counterpart in crime, Taryn, came for two nights! I met them in San Miguel - which requiered me getting there early and waiting all day. With a half hour before the last bus of the day leaves towards my site, I recieved a random phone call (they are traveling without a cellphone, this makes it hard to get in touch). Jake told me they had landed in San Miguel but wasn't sure where they were. I was really confused for a second but then got my barrings straight.
I said to myself, "Jimbo... look for the only other white people in this town, and you will find your friends". Sure enough, this approach worked. Across the street, I saw a 6ft 4inch white giant. Success!
We arrived in Perquin a few hours later by way of pick-up truck. I won't even begin to try to describe what it is like to ride in the back of a pick-up as your main means of transportation. All I can say, is come visit, and you will see. We checked into the Hotel Lenka, which is a God sent oasis away from 'roughing it'. Through our gear in the room, and took off for Perquin to get some comida tipica. After slamming some papusas, eggs revuelta and frijoles it was time to take the dark walk back to homebase. We spent the rest of the night in the hotels game room. Ping pong, drinky drinkies, and catching up. It was both so weird and so great seeing old friends. Weird because when I landed in El Salvador, I kind of completely started my life over. New job, new friends, new language... so out of nowhwere, all of a sudden hanging with these guys was such a plesent suprise.
The next morning when we woke, we grabbed some breakfast and it was time to take your friends to work day. Pick-up to the desvio where we learned that no bus would be passing - hence, we started walking. We trucked it to Arambala, a small pueblo that you pass while heading to my site. There we waiting around till an ambulance driver passed. We flagged him down and he hesitantly picked us up and drove us to El Mozote. We took the 25 minute hike into my site. I have been dreaming of this moment - showing friends where I live and what I am doing. We went right to my house, I showed them my chicken poop infested room, dirty close, and my machete (Jake was jealous). Next, I introduced Jake and Taryn to my counterpart. We sat in the kitcken for a brief moment, my counterpart spoke to my guests as if they knew Spanish and I tried my best to make it not awkward.
Next, we took off for the football field. The dirt fields with stick-made goals is the epic-center for youth hangouts in my site. Not much too look at when there isn't a game, so we passed by on our way to the community. When we arrived, we were met by a ghoast town of colorful houses. Three children we on a pourch, but wouldn't say a word. All of a sudden, the one white kid have turned into three white kids - it was an interesting day to say the least. We headed for the lower part of the community where we chilled at the local tienda (store) for a few minutes. The owner was there and so was her neighbor. We sat and talked for about ten minutes. Not a lot was said, but it was a pretty cool exchange of culture. People that live completely different styles of life sitting on the same bench just shooting it... it was a really cool moment for me.
Finally, the best part of the day! SCHOOL VISIT! Taryn is going to school to be a teacher, so she was really exicted to hear that I work at a school. We left the store and took off for the two room school house. About half of the students were missing, apparently, a lot of the kids had to work with their families in the field that day - but trust me - we made do. I got things going by playing a game of 'heads, shoulders, knees and toes' with my students. I have been teaching them part parts in english and they love that song. After that, all the girls began to STARE at Taryn and her blonde hair. Jake and I decided it was time to start being boys - so obviously, we played some football. Two on two, I asked one of my students, Nilson, to pick the teams. He had to decide between Jake, an atheltic giant, me, his Peace Corps Volunteer, and a 6 year old kid that goes to school with him - he choose the little kid. Big mistake.
Jake and I released a whooping on them. I belive we ran the score up 6-nil before we realized we needed to chill out a little bit. The game consideted of the dirt road as the court, a puddle as the halfcourt line and 4 rocks for goals. It was perfect.
Don't think for a second that Tayrn was left out. She had 8 girls circled around her... she was a godess. They played about 48 different school yard games. More or less ring around the rosey - but Spanish versions...
Looking back, I really enjoyed having my friends come check out my new digs. It was interesting to watch them experience something for the first time. The same thing that I have been accustoming myself to for the past 3 months. In a way, I saw a lot of myself in their first reactions to the way of life in my site.
Leaving the school, the kids looked sad, which meant that they really enjoyed themselves - thank you Jake and Taryn... you have no idea how much your presence will help me get into this community!
We rolled back to my house for some coffee and hot rice/green peppers. Something you have to try while visiting. Central America, at noon, eating a hot lunch and chasing it with coffee - Jake and Taryn were sweating as if they had ran a marathon... haha guys!
We had just enough energy to make the hard hike out of site, relax for a few minutes, and then jump on the bus to get back to the hotel. Once there, we napped, ate dinner, and had another great night of hanging out, having a few drinks and just enjoying life.
It was really hard to see them go. It went by way too fast. But honestly, I don't think I have been more excited in the last 5 months than I was these last two days with my guests!
Here are some pictures! ENJOY!




Sorry for not knowing how to make a nice blog. From these pictures, you can tell it started off friendly. But it got ugly, Jake through some kids around. The lil' guy purposely was diving in puddles to get us wet and the hometown fans weren't rooting USA.


Here are four shots of Taryn just tearing it up in the school yard. The teacher is one of my counterparts and she kicks serious butt!
Moral of the story. It is amazing to have friends come visit you. Jake and Taryn have set the bar HIGH - it is a challenge for all of you who are expected to come visit me in the next two years!


Until next time!
Jbo - out
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A Lesson in Culture and Identity
A LESSON IN CULTURE AND IDENTITY
Warning:
This blog entry is really, really stupid. College professors who decide to continue on will be very disappointed and question whether or not I did the reading... but then again, you already read my papers - sorry.
Examining American and Salvadoran Culture Through Film
Two guys. Two great shirts. Nice jeans... probably 32 waist (who am I kidding, I wear a 30 now thanks to the Peace Corps). Couple of drinks, and meaning nothing but business by the facial expression.
Picture Two
Two guys. Two great shirts. Nice jeans... probably a 32 waist (who am I kidding, I wear a 30 now thanks to the Peace Corps). Couple of drinks and shit eating grins on.
So where is the cross-cultural analysis? The first picture is of Gabe (founder of the TANK) and my impression of the El Salvadoran pose. It is serious, cunning, cowboyish, and intimidates me -I absolutely love it. One of the highlights of my day is getting the cutest kids in my site to take a picture and then see them put on their serious face. The second picture is the typical America photo. Everyone is happy, smiling, it is the greatest day ever - forgetting that more than likely, one of the people didn't want to be in the picture and we have to smile so that we have good memories - I also, absolutely love it.
Moral of the story: I am billingual in picture taking. And all of you just learn a very important difference in culture.
Jimbo - out
p.s. Why is my grin so big in the second picture? Well, it was fourth of July weeked and... well, wouldn't you like to know the rest!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Tank Construction - Day One
It is time to start working. With that in mind, I figured, "what better way to start working then by working?". Brilliant, right? So, Tuesday morning, I decided to head with the guys from my community to the site of our water project to get an honest days work in. We hiked the mile or so to the neighboring community, and trevased a 350 meter foothill to its peak where the water tank will be constructed. I was glad that the walking for the day was done - or was it?
Over my shoulder came the sounds of either a 1970's dirt-loading truck, of a T-Rex. Whatever it was, it defintily sounded pre-mid 1980's.*
*Everyone knows that dinosaurs became extinct then same day that David Bowie's album, The Best of Bowie, was released in December of 1980.


Sure enough, it was a truck halling a load of dirt. Something peculair happend, the truck stopped before hitting the top of the hill. It stopped a little short, about 400 meters short to be exact. The gaunlet was set, and for 7 hours we hauled bags of dirt of the hill. A thirty minute lunch break, a few water breaks, and the sun burning my neck all day - we were done. The only thing I can compair this type of manual labor to is the donkey that is used to walk people up and down the Grand Canyon.
It was a hard day, and I topped it off by hitting the late mass in town that day - where I proceded to thank God for helping me survivor the days labor.
I learned a lot. The day started off with me as the white volunteer. By lunch, the guys were making fun of me. And by the end of the day, I had their respect for working with them and keeping up with the pace. For a short time, there were no color boundaries, no differences in life experience. We were just people from a community trying to haul dirt up a hill so that in the future we can drink clean water - and because of that, every hard step I took up and down that hill was worth it!
Over my shoulder came the sounds of either a 1970's dirt-loading truck, of a T-Rex. Whatever it was, it defintily sounded pre-mid 1980's.*
*Everyone knows that dinosaurs became extinct then same day that David Bowie's album, The Best of Bowie, was released in December of 1980.


Sure enough, it was a truck halling a load of dirt. Something peculair happend, the truck stopped before hitting the top of the hill. It stopped a little short, about 400 meters short to be exact. The gaunlet was set, and for 7 hours we hauled bags of dirt of the hill. A thirty minute lunch break, a few water breaks, and the sun burning my neck all day - we were done. The only thing I can compair this type of manual labor to is the donkey that is used to walk people up and down the Grand Canyon.
It was a hard day, and I topped it off by hitting the late mass in town that day - where I proceded to thank God for helping me survivor the days labor.
I learned a lot. The day started off with me as the white volunteer. By lunch, the guys were making fun of me. And by the end of the day, I had their respect for working with them and keeping up with the pace. For a short time, there were no color boundaries, no differences in life experience. We were just people from a community trying to haul dirt up a hill so that in the future we can drink clean water - and because of that, every hard step I took up and down that hill was worth it!
The Tank
from left to right
Silent but Deadly, Rich
Fijase que, Jimbo
The Professor, Jim
Colombus, Gabe
ET, Frank
How does one encapsulate all the emotion, the sense of pride, the sense of slamming of brew-ha with your fellow volunteers in a blog entry - scientists say that it is not possible.
Greek Mythology states that The Tank was a gift from Zeus to the Corinthians during the last scene of "300". Others say it was merely the product of a community wide water project located within one of the host communities of Peace Corps Training El Salvador. However, a drunk hippie once told me that I should never label any event that takes place in my life, because when one labels something, he takes 'all the experience out of it and places it over there'.*
*This drunk and quite possibly under-the-influence of other chemical substances hippie, pointed at a specific evergreen tree. So I am assuming that all 'labeled' events are sent to this tree located in northern Michigan. However, I don't know if I believe him... ten minutes after explaining to me why I am part of 'the system', he was tied down by his cousin/US Marine for being too drunk and having too many rockets (illegal firecrackers).
Greek Mythology states that The Tank was a gift from Zeus to the Corinthians during the last scene of "300". Others say it was merely the product of a community wide water project located within one of the host communities of Peace Corps Training El Salvador. However, a drunk hippie once told me that I should never label any event that takes place in my life, because when one labels something, he takes 'all the experience out of it and places it over there'.*
*This drunk and quite possibly under-the-influence of other chemical substances hippie, pointed at a specific evergreen tree. So I am assuming that all 'labeled' events are sent to this tree located in northern Michigan. However, I don't know if I believe him... ten minutes after explaining to me why I am part of 'the system', he was tied down by his cousin/US Marine for being too drunk and having too many rockets (illegal firecrackers).
- ask Dave Hannon, it is all true.
Sorry for trailing off... Let's continue.
The Tank will forever hold a special place in my heart. It is the apitamy of sustainable development in Peace Corps. It provides a community with clean, potable water. And, more importantly (not really), it gave me and some great new friends a place to relax, build friendships and complain about Peace Corps. 4pm - training done for the day, a quick sprint to Super Selectos, our grocery store, to make a few key purchases, a hop onto the bus, and 15 minutes later it is tank time.
From the road, the tank is visible, yet it is still only a goal. However, as one approaches it, even better, as one climbs the ladder, it becomes a living, breathing thing. Hours were spent, jokes were made, stresses were vented, and perhaps most importantly, our batteries were recharged.
For many it looks just like an old, rusted water tank. But for a select few, it holds a deeper meaning, a greater significance. As my buddy Gabe, Tank Meet-Up Founder 2008, perfectly stated in his last e-mail to me, and I quote, "man... I miss the f-ing tank".
Sorry for trailing off... Let's continue.
The Tank will forever hold a special place in my heart. It is the apitamy of sustainable development in Peace Corps. It provides a community with clean, potable water. And, more importantly (not really), it gave me and some great new friends a place to relax, build friendships and complain about Peace Corps. 4pm - training done for the day, a quick sprint to Super Selectos, our grocery store, to make a few key purchases, a hop onto the bus, and 15 minutes later it is tank time.
From the road, the tank is visible, yet it is still only a goal. However, as one approaches it, even better, as one climbs the ladder, it becomes a living, breathing thing. Hours were spent, jokes were made, stresses were vented, and perhaps most importantly, our batteries were recharged.
For many it looks just like an old, rusted water tank. But for a select few, it holds a deeper meaning, a greater significance. As my buddy Gabe, Tank Meet-Up Founder 2008, perfectly stated in his last e-mail to me, and I quote, "man... I miss the f-ing tank".
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