Obviously time abroad is going to be a learning experience and hopefully not just for me but for the people I come into contact with and maybe, just maybe, for both the countries as a whole. That is why I have been compiling this list of the things that Bogotá (Colombia) and Atlanta, or any other city, (US) can learn from each other. These are the things that exist in one place, lack in the other and in some cases represent business opportunities for adventurous parties in either place.
1. I mentioned before that have been playing soccer here at a place called Futbol Cinco, an old building converted to accommodate two floors of mini indoor soccer fields. This type of sports arena scaled-down to fit indoors is the perfect compliment to the LA Fitnesses that are packed every night. Sure, the YMCA is open and the local Rec Center but putting it in a sexy glass building and making people pay for it is what could make this sort of thing cool.
2. I do not usually like to write about food but there are, of course, some differences between Colombian cuisine and typical American fare. But, to be honest, the most obvious difference are foods. Maybe it’s because it touches so many of the senses or because you encounter it everyday. In these culinary differences are a few gems from one which could easily find a home among the staples of the other. Ironically, the first thing that I think Colombia could contribute is the crepe. I had always associated the crepe with fruit, sweet, breakfast, dessert, but that does not have to be the case. One of the most prominent chain of restaurants here is called Crepes & Waffles. They serve all types of crepes that serve as lunch and dinner plates, including a hindu chicken curry crepe.
Regardless of whether or not this is the way crepes are everywhere, the fact stands that these type of places are hard to come by in Atlanta and much of the US. Why? The food is good, it’s fast, you can make it healthier with tons of vegetables and probably add a whole grain crepe. Look for it coming soon.
3. I think this goes without saying but I am going to say it. One of the best (and possibly worst) parts of traveling to a place like this is the street food. It’s cheap, impulsive and sometimes delicious (sometimes it can make you sick). Of course, in the US people are walking down the street too much and that makes street food difficult. But you can’t even find this type of thing at Piedmont Park on a crowded day. Outside (and inside) of the parks here there are mobile ice cream vendors and people grilling. I guess we probably have rules about selling, but rules don’t always have to outlaw something they could just define the acceptable characteristics of the action to fit into society. Anyway, here they have this amazing corn that they grill and sell. The kernels are huge and come right off the cob. Every time you eat it, you end up with this perfectly picked cob at the end.
4. Let me continue this food rant by saying American burritos should be everywhere. It’s almost like a crepe, except it’s the biggest crepe ever and you can eat it with your hands. In San Francisco, the Mission burrito is a tourist attraction. In part because of tradition but I can’t help but think that it’s also due to some other factors beyond the taste. The complexity on the inside is perfectly contrasted by the simplicity outside.
5. The next things that these countries can learn from each other is about bicycles. Granted, the US could learn a lot about bikes from any number of countries but the way that Colombia has laid down cycling infrastructure sets an example that a lot of other places could follow. As Penalosa likes to say, they’ve created things for which where were not words. The Ciclovia has been going on for nearly 30 years and is only mildly impressive until you realize that it happens once a week, more if there are holidays. During this event streets (at least in one direction) are closed (some completely) from 7AM through 2PM. This brings out joggers and skaters, but especially, cyclists to cruise the city free of traffic, and the regular (extreme) pollution. They can sail up and down the city’s main thoroughfares and go all the way from north to south, east to west.
Even when Ciclovia is not going on, people can take the ciclorutas and cross the autopistas with the help of ciclopuentes. These dedicated bike lanes line the sidewalks and medians of some of the busiest avenues for cars. This is probably less than pleasant during rush hour, but I took a bit of the network from a friend’s house last week, via rollerblade. We covered about 50 blocks in about an hour and a half, stopping to chill out in a park along the way and waiting for traffic at some busy intersections. All in all it was a very enjoyable journey. It was a great way to see some of this investment by the city and also to get a feel for what its use is like. It seemed to me that it was much like a highway for bikes and skaters. It was a bit late at night but people were not out for leisurely riding. It had the feel of a commute, and indeed our trip was utilitarian. But as they line the main roads I realized that these ciclorutas must function much like the main roads themselves during the week, and in that way they really do make the bicycle more legitimate as a mode of transportation for real trips.
All that said, there is one thing that Bogotá Bikers can learn, though not necessarily from Americans or Atlantans. They need lights. Nobody has them and they desperately need them. In a local bike shop I saw less then 5 total on the shelves and it was not because they were top sellers. 2 of the lights were heavy duty with huge batteries for mountain biking I assume. However, bikers here do often wear a reflective vest, but drivers sometimes don’t use lights.
6. Bus Rapid Transit. I’m talking right at Atlanta and MARTA here. Use the buses you already have (which are too large) and put them on isolated routes that operate like trains, but with greater frequency then the trains you already have. Buy smaller buses, like El Rey on Buford highway, to operate your feeder lines. In fact Buford highway could be a great place to start. Get a median in there, with stations, some pedestrian bridges. It would look like Cr. 30/Autopista Norte here. It could work, look into it.
Bus Rapid Transit
Crepes y Waffles
Photo Exposition on Bogotá's Bikeways
Mission Burrito
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Lost
Today I had the unfortunate experience of reliving a childhood horror as an adult. I got lost. Of course we’ve all been lost at some point, even in our adults lives: trying to find the way to a remote location on some mountain roads, or renting a car on a business trip. It’s also often a good way to see a new place, just go get a little lost and walk around. Usually this does not cause too much panic and is easily resolved. Even a wrong turn to what seems like a bad part of town is pretty easy to get out of. Now we’re mobile and well connected. We carry cell phones that memorize numbers for us, gps that tells us where to go. Seldom do we feel that ‘lost’ feeling.
My memories of being lost take me directly to K-Mart. I’m not even sure if it ever really happened or if it was at K-Mart but I imagine having to go to someone that works there or a desk and ask them to page my mother. And I am probably crying. After that I am never really sure how I am received. For some reason, half of my fear of being lost is trying to explain how it all happened to the people who are (possibly) looking for you. Luckily, everything usually turns out ok but I can’t help but think that I did something wrong. What I realized today is that this is especially true as an adult.
Perhaps it’s because I should be able to take care of myself, resolve situations on my own, that I felt so foolish when it happened today. For the last two days I have been visiting parks all over the city to take photos for my work here. I have a taxi driver who drives from place to place, but is not completely familiar with where we’re going. Today I set off into a large park and asked him to meet me in-between two other parks three blocks away. I became disoriented as I walked around the park taking photos. One edge of the park twisted to the match contours of a river, the other filled some empty space in-between blocks.
I choose the meeting spot because it would be easy to recognize as the two parks were directly across the street from each other. As I left the big park and headed a couple blocks to what I thought was west I encountered some trouble finding my destination. Here I began to realize what was going to happen should I fail to find the parks. Soon, I was lost trying to figure out how to use the names of the parks I was heading for and the one number I knew to find my driver. I found several parks but not the two I was looking for as I walked back and forth between where I expected the parks and where I last saw someone I knew; stopping along the way to try and call the number. After three attempts I was able to get someone and get another number for my boss, who hired the driver. After more walking, contemplating my location and the whereabouts of my driver and pondering curiously what was being done by others involved, I eventually reached my boss on the phone. My plan was to ask her for the driver’s number but she had already talked to him, called my roommate, was driving around looking for me and (may have) called the police. Finally I met the driver back where he had dropped me off.
Walking around and searching for what may have been two hours, I never felt scared or even lost. The whole time I knew where I was in relation to where I started, I knew I could get home if it got dark, I just didn’t know where the parks were or how to call off the manhunt. The most anxious part of the experience was being found. I braced myself for a good yelling at. It never really came, but for a moment I sensed that the driver wanted to lay into me. I’m sure he (Pedro) was glad to find me and felt some relief but also I think it’s easy for people to react with anger after they’ve spent so much energy worrying about someone and everything turns out ok. Especially for something sa stupid as this. Certainly, I feel horrible for making everyone worry and panic a bit. And this is the worst part of getting lost. I’ve tried to apologize for troubling everyone but still I feel really guilty and completely incompetent. This is the part that K-Mart and today have and that a stroll around a new place doesn’t. You’re lost to others. My apologies again. If I could do it all over again (Tuesday), I’d have Perdo wait where he let me out.
My memories of being lost take me directly to K-Mart. I’m not even sure if it ever really happened or if it was at K-Mart but I imagine having to go to someone that works there or a desk and ask them to page my mother. And I am probably crying. After that I am never really sure how I am received. For some reason, half of my fear of being lost is trying to explain how it all happened to the people who are (possibly) looking for you. Luckily, everything usually turns out ok but I can’t help but think that I did something wrong. What I realized today is that this is especially true as an adult.
Perhaps it’s because I should be able to take care of myself, resolve situations on my own, that I felt so foolish when it happened today. For the last two days I have been visiting parks all over the city to take photos for my work here. I have a taxi driver who drives from place to place, but is not completely familiar with where we’re going. Today I set off into a large park and asked him to meet me in-between two other parks three blocks away. I became disoriented as I walked around the park taking photos. One edge of the park twisted to the match contours of a river, the other filled some empty space in-between blocks.
I choose the meeting spot because it would be easy to recognize as the two parks were directly across the street from each other. As I left the big park and headed a couple blocks to what I thought was west I encountered some trouble finding my destination. Here I began to realize what was going to happen should I fail to find the parks. Soon, I was lost trying to figure out how to use the names of the parks I was heading for and the one number I knew to find my driver. I found several parks but not the two I was looking for as I walked back and forth between where I expected the parks and where I last saw someone I knew; stopping along the way to try and call the number. After three attempts I was able to get someone and get another number for my boss, who hired the driver. After more walking, contemplating my location and the whereabouts of my driver and pondering curiously what was being done by others involved, I eventually reached my boss on the phone. My plan was to ask her for the driver’s number but she had already talked to him, called my roommate, was driving around looking for me and (may have) called the police. Finally I met the driver back where he had dropped me off.
Walking around and searching for what may have been two hours, I never felt scared or even lost. The whole time I knew where I was in relation to where I started, I knew I could get home if it got dark, I just didn’t know where the parks were or how to call off the manhunt. The most anxious part of the experience was being found. I braced myself for a good yelling at. It never really came, but for a moment I sensed that the driver wanted to lay into me. I’m sure he (Pedro) was glad to find me and felt some relief but also I think it’s easy for people to react with anger after they’ve spent so much energy worrying about someone and everything turns out ok. Especially for something sa stupid as this. Certainly, I feel horrible for making everyone worry and panic a bit. And this is the worst part of getting lost. I’ve tried to apologize for troubling everyone but still I feel really guilty and completely incompetent. This is the part that K-Mart and today have and that a stroll around a new place doesn’t. You’re lost to others. My apologies again. If I could do it all over again (Tuesday), I’d have Perdo wait where he let me out.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Pet Peeve
I am unable to completely form the reasons why but one thing in particular has recently been getting on my nerves to such a level that I felt I must get it off my chest. It's people brushing their teeth at work. It may be that I just want some privacy with this one particular bathroom here at the University. My sense of entitlement may also be heightened due to the fact that this particular bathroom comes with a key so that access is limited to faculty and gringos (apparently). Equally perplexing is my inability to remove myself from situations. Why can I not just turn around and leave the bathroom when I see the tube of toothpaste sitting next to the sink? Well, you know what they say.
I'm sure, though, that the people doing the teeth-brushing are thinking the same thing perhaps to an even greater degree of frustration, however, I doubt any of them have gone so far as to publish their displeasure on the world wide web. But who wants someone intruding on their oral hygiene regimen to do their own dirty business. Their own pride and expectations for privacy, as professors (a position of some distinction), must be even more sensitive to the interference of a 'younger' extranjero who may or may not be struggling with the gastronomic variations he's being exposed to. All this while engaging in the intimate act of brushing ones teeth.
I can grasp the reasons for bringing the toothbrush to work and getting that done in the middle of the day. That it is such a completely innocent and respectable action is the reason I do not completely understand my disposition to the practice. So, I am thinking that sometime this week I am going to flip my own script and brush my teeth at work. I will let you know how it goes.
Forbes Article on Such Etiquette
Monday, August 13, 2007
UniAndes
I have been working and walking around this University now for over a month but this week something happened. The students returned from their summer vacations and began classes. But that is not really why I began this post in the first place, the idea for this began the first day I spent on the grounds. My roommate Adriana gave me a tour and took me for coffee at a little stand outside of an old church, the church (it turns out) is actually the architecture library and is renovated in an impressive fashion.
The University is not that old, maybe about 60. However, it is unique as it is independent of both the church and the state. They attracted impressive faculty who I assume win grants and money for studies, but I can’t help but think that the obviously wealthy student body doesn’t hurt. The president’s son studies chemical engineering here and you can notice his presence by the heightening of the already tight security. Everyone working or studying on campus has an id, which they use to pass through turnstile gates for entry. Also the perimeter is patrolled by private security including large dogs. In any case it’s a beautiful and interesting place to work and study.
Overall the design and location of the University is impressive. It sits at the foot of the mountains (or hills depending on your perspective, but coming from Atlanta they’re mountains) which border the city to the East. This creates a series different levels to the buildings and an uncountable number of steps as the campus climbs up the side of Mont Serrate. This produces a number of incredible views of the city and has also preserved a number of trees from the high Andean forest. The gym and track where I run sits almost alone another 300m up the mountain and reclaimed from a landfill. At first the layout can be a bit confusing but once you know the shortcuts the solitude of the buildings from one another is refreshing.
This week also marked the opening of another impressive, though not restored, building. This building is going to house their renowned engineering department. Though it’s style and location are a far cry from the creativity and historical preservation of the architecture library, it is an impressive building. I especially like the outdoor seating on the different terraces (shown in the picture). It’s not that the current engineering building is anything to scoff at, I walk through it everyday and am always impressed with the skylights above which bathe the halls and staircases (and also an area of grey rocks directly behind the urinals of the men’s bathroom that looks like a Japanese garden). I also enjoy the subtle wood touches on the work here. Popularly hailed for its use in steering wheels and interior detailing of cars, wood also makes wonderful doors and bridges.
Complete Set of Photos
University of Andes
The University is not that old, maybe about 60. However, it is unique as it is independent of both the church and the state. They attracted impressive faculty who I assume win grants and money for studies, but I can’t help but think that the obviously wealthy student body doesn’t hurt. The president’s son studies chemical engineering here and you can notice his presence by the heightening of the already tight security. Everyone working or studying on campus has an id, which they use to pass through turnstile gates for entry. Also the perimeter is patrolled by private security including large dogs. In any case it’s a beautiful and interesting place to work and study.
Overall the design and location of the University is impressive. It sits at the foot of the mountains (or hills depending on your perspective, but coming from Atlanta they’re mountains) which border the city to the East. This creates a series different levels to the buildings and an uncountable number of steps as the campus climbs up the side of Mont Serrate. This produces a number of incredible views of the city and has also preserved a number of trees from the high Andean forest. The gym and track where I run sits almost alone another 300m up the mountain and reclaimed from a landfill. At first the layout can be a bit confusing but once you know the shortcuts the solitude of the buildings from one another is refreshing.
This week also marked the opening of another impressive, though not restored, building. This building is going to house their renowned engineering department. Though it’s style and location are a far cry from the creativity and historical preservation of the architecture library, it is an impressive building. I especially like the outdoor seating on the different terraces (shown in the picture). It’s not that the current engineering building is anything to scoff at, I walk through it everyday and am always impressed with the skylights above which bathe the halls and staircases (and also an area of grey rocks directly behind the urinals of the men’s bathroom that looks like a Japanese garden). I also enjoy the subtle wood touches on the work here. Popularly hailed for its use in steering wheels and interior detailing of cars, wood also makes wonderful doors and bridges.
Complete Set of Photos
University of Andes
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Shout Outs
Recently, I’ve been re-turned-on to the Lupe Fiasco Food & Liquor album. If you know that album, you probably know the last track, Outro. It’s a 12 minute shout out to all those who made him what he is, got him to where he is, influenced him in some way. And he is not alone, artists have used their albums, both tracks and booklets, as opportunities to say thank you (and &$!# you) to many people. People also call in to radio stations all the time just to say their friends names on the air. Oscar acceptance speeches get cut short because people want say too many thank you. But it’s not just people; you only need to listen to about three rap songs before you get to a song that rattles off US cities, or area codes, or airport abbreviations to let you know the places they’re sending their love. It got me thinking what would my shout out be.
I wanna use nicknames, be as esoteric as a can be, I want a dope beat, I wanna shout old street names and I wanna make people feel special when they hear their city or name. Though I know I have enough people to thank, places to verbally visit, and influences to cite that I should be able to lay down a track but I always have trouble picturing it coming out some fluidly. I was about to start to write a blurb of thanks but where to begin. Can you start it without slighting someone? Does the order matter? Chronological? Alphabetical? What if you forget someone? But the people who should be included in any list of mine would not want me to hide behind fears such as these.
The Original JV’s for making it all possible. L-boogie for expanding the possibilities. Those leading way; Holland’s finest, the hen of the Roost, Garlic Grandad and my Kifli Queen. Jennie Jr. Branch 2, preach! Uncs in Decatuville. My pitcrew leader, Steve. Konczer, Suzy-Q and all the K-zee-zees. Cedar Point to Vegas. Folks lounging in SB, Chad and Damann. St. Francis, Gema, Mario, Madrid Mafia. Imperial-izeri, Matt ‘Twin Falls’ Gillis. Amy, Pat, Lisa, Critical Mass, Byron, ATL pot hole crew. Bru, the Rud, Open Air Transmissions, Jon Whitaker, The Middle Men, Hog Operation Melsesse and the STA drumline, Denny & Randy cruisin with two brakes. J-hedge, J-Free, J-Feez, Jim Skura and Jerry D, the early J-dilla. Smells Like Karma Police and Killer Potatoes. CSG and all the OSC, Asad, Student Government, NHS, Rotary Club Decatur players, IceHouse, BGhs, John, Shannon, Bodhito. Papa Boner, tha Bhoplaya, Edgar. Ponce Place, hold it down. Migrizzle, Baby-D, Chernoff, LPS, Jeff-O, K-weezy, Omar Sharif, Kristof. Tha Wu, Jeff Foucault, Boards of Canada, Orbital, Slide Hampton. Tonkin Bay down to Saigon - Pham Ngu Lao, Bui Vien and Phuong Huang. Much love from tay ba lo, cu teo. St. Pius, and Trenton travelin’. Big ups to TC, Tom Senior and the Maltese Matriarch. Brickstore, JavaMonkey, DSC keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Ajay, my sharona, P-trak, SCOPE Town & Country. Return to get some Kulcher back in the Shelter of Fordline. Vinay, Trish, and Billy Barnes, T-Koons, J-Bud, Mike MacBride, all my EAGLES, Saluto and Dunaway. Rocking lunch with Vanstinkus, K. Wright, Sertage, and Plunkett. Mr. Long. Juan Felipe, Jorge, Caro, Desiy Mazy, Cazu, everyone keeping the BOG wet.
Akzo Nobel, Nelson Miller Parkway to Hong Kong. Dave and Liza. Jesse, Allsion, Martling. La Septima, Casa de Babylon, runnin the Chapinero, Futbol Cinco and Germania. Paul, Leah, Mark. Christmas Pageants. FAMO, Tony, Christina, Daisy, Phuc, Chip Chip, my Tet familia. Uptown Jon, Muna and Rhysito, Garden Groove to Chinatown. Raul and O’Bradiviches, Bluegrass, much love, Woody and Grits. 540 Packard, Michael, Bilskar, Carp, Gill, Mikey, Davis in the Annex, Freeman the honorary, and the guy that lived with Davis. Olga Lucia, FES Luis Fernando, UniAndes, Mike & Tom, CQGRD, CDC, GTMCRP, RSPH, GH, GEH, EOH. Biggie & Pac, much love to both coasts. Paul & Hil, the most engaging duo. The Spindlers, Howard – Mr. Belvedere. Carps of the Bay. Pac Heights. Woodlawn. Back up north for fond memories yet to happen. Duke V, do your thing. Van An, Hang. Quan mot represent, di choi. G-raffe, Bon-Scott, tanrthanU, Li-dizzy, Cherokee Triangle, Bardstown Rd. Cahoots, burritos as big as your head, cafes on the world, and TARC.
Once you start going, it’s easier than you think. You can even get carried away. I made sure that I put the most important people first. There’s not really anyway to say enough about them so I made sure that I made some conscience decision to put them first. Then I went through places and phases of my life and then shuffled the whole order. Than you start to think about who you’re leaving out and more come to mind, but you can’t keep going like that forever. If you feel left out I apologize. Give me a comment and I will amend it. Anyway, I encourage you to take this chance to make your own shout out. Feel free to use the comment space to send your love out to whomever is deserving.
I wanna use nicknames, be as esoteric as a can be, I want a dope beat, I wanna shout old street names and I wanna make people feel special when they hear their city or name. Though I know I have enough people to thank, places to verbally visit, and influences to cite that I should be able to lay down a track but I always have trouble picturing it coming out some fluidly. I was about to start to write a blurb of thanks but where to begin. Can you start it without slighting someone? Does the order matter? Chronological? Alphabetical? What if you forget someone? But the people who should be included in any list of mine would not want me to hide behind fears such as these.
The Original JV’s for making it all possible. L-boogie for expanding the possibilities. Those leading way; Holland’s finest, the hen of the Roost, Garlic Grandad and my Kifli Queen. Jennie Jr. Branch 2, preach! Uncs in Decatuville. My pitcrew leader, Steve. Konczer, Suzy-Q and all the K-zee-zees. Cedar Point to Vegas. Folks lounging in SB, Chad and Damann. St. Francis, Gema, Mario, Madrid Mafia. Imperial-izeri, Matt ‘Twin Falls’ Gillis. Amy, Pat, Lisa, Critical Mass, Byron, ATL pot hole crew. Bru, the Rud, Open Air Transmissions, Jon Whitaker, The Middle Men, Hog Operation Melsesse and the STA drumline, Denny & Randy cruisin with two brakes. J-hedge, J-Free, J-Feez, Jim Skura and Jerry D, the early J-dilla. Smells Like Karma Police and Killer Potatoes. CSG and all the OSC, Asad, Student Government, NHS, Rotary Club Decatur players, IceHouse, BGhs, John, Shannon, Bodhito. Papa Boner, tha Bhoplaya, Edgar. Ponce Place, hold it down. Migrizzle, Baby-D, Chernoff, LPS, Jeff-O, K-weezy, Omar Sharif, Kristof. Tha Wu, Jeff Foucault, Boards of Canada, Orbital, Slide Hampton. Tonkin Bay down to Saigon - Pham Ngu Lao, Bui Vien and Phuong Huang. Much love from tay ba lo, cu teo. St. Pius, and Trenton travelin’. Big ups to TC, Tom Senior and the Maltese Matriarch. Brickstore, JavaMonkey, DSC keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Ajay, my sharona, P-trak, SCOPE Town & Country. Return to get some Kulcher back in the Shelter of Fordline. Vinay, Trish, and Billy Barnes, T-Koons, J-Bud, Mike MacBride, all my EAGLES, Saluto and Dunaway. Rocking lunch with Vanstinkus, K. Wright, Sertage, and Plunkett. Mr. Long. Juan Felipe, Jorge, Caro, Desiy Mazy, Cazu, everyone keeping the BOG wet.
Akzo Nobel, Nelson Miller Parkway to Hong Kong. Dave and Liza. Jesse, Allsion, Martling. La Septima, Casa de Babylon, runnin the Chapinero, Futbol Cinco and Germania. Paul, Leah, Mark. Christmas Pageants. FAMO, Tony, Christina, Daisy, Phuc, Chip Chip, my Tet familia. Uptown Jon, Muna and Rhysito, Garden Groove to Chinatown. Raul and O’Bradiviches, Bluegrass, much love, Woody and Grits. 540 Packard, Michael, Bilskar, Carp, Gill, Mikey, Davis in the Annex, Freeman the honorary, and the guy that lived with Davis. Olga Lucia, FES Luis Fernando, UniAndes, Mike & Tom, CQGRD, CDC, GTMCRP, RSPH, GH, GEH, EOH. Biggie & Pac, much love to both coasts. Paul & Hil, the most engaging duo. The Spindlers, Howard – Mr. Belvedere. Carps of the Bay. Pac Heights. Woodlawn. Back up north for fond memories yet to happen. Duke V, do your thing. Van An, Hang. Quan mot represent, di choi. G-raffe, Bon-Scott, tanrthanU, Li-dizzy, Cherokee Triangle, Bardstown Rd. Cahoots, burritos as big as your head, cafes on the world, and TARC.
Once you start going, it’s easier than you think. You can even get carried away. I made sure that I put the most important people first. There’s not really anyway to say enough about them so I made sure that I made some conscience decision to put them first. Then I went through places and phases of my life and then shuffled the whole order. Than you start to think about who you’re leaving out and more come to mind, but you can’t keep going like that forever. If you feel left out I apologize. Give me a comment and I will amend it. Anyway, I encourage you to take this chance to make your own shout out. Feel free to use the comment space to send your love out to whomever is deserving.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Smoke Signals
I've discussed Google Maps on here before and I realize that if I wanted to I could probably put a post up everyday about some new Google Map API, but I think someone else is already doing such things. Google also has it's own blog to share new techy updates. Usually it's over my head with things like Linux, and servers and such, but I wanted to share with you this little piece I found on there today. Maybe this will add a new twist to the next birthday greeting you decide to send to someone. Click on the map to see the real thing.
Google Maps News Straight from the source
Google Maps Mania
Google Maps News Straight from the source
Google Maps Mania
Friday, August 03, 2007
Cometas
Something has happened here, the weather has changed, I'm really busy at work, and addicted to desserts.
First the weather, sometime in the last week, almost on cue with the arrival of August, the skies became more blue and the sun came out a bit more. Everyone told me that August is the Month of the Kite here, in part because of the winds that come and blow the clouds away. So far it's true. This weekend I'm heading to Villa de Leyva (not far from Bogotá) for some hiking, camping, and relaxation. This small town is also the host of Colombia's most famous annual kite festival. Though it is not this weekend, I am sure the place will not disappoint.
Part of the reason I am excited about this trip is that it will last until Tuesday. There is another holiday here and everyone has Tuesday off, so some people (like me) are making it a 4 day weekend. It's great except when I turn to my calendar and I have little time remaining here. My project is picking up and starting to roll. Part of it involves sitting down with some of the City's decision makers with regard to parks, and so that I must get down before I leave, other GIS and DB management, statistical stuff can be done from Atlanta.
Finally, I hinted at it earlier but I am getting used to the sweets and desserts that are a staple of the Colombian diet. Is this a good thing? It's a delicious thing. Aside from desserts the most amazing thing about the cuisine is the array of fruits that exist here. It doesn't help that I am bad with foods in the first place. I don't know the names of a lot of fruits and vegetables in English, but I believe that the fruits here don't have names, as far as I know, in the US and that is making it hard to remember what I've tried. Maybe I've had tomarillo, ochuva, lulu, guanabana, lucuma, and maracuyá but I am not entirely sure. I will try harder to remember exactly what I am eating and drinking. If it's a fruit in the produce section, it's a juice in the restaurant.
Of course, this was written on a rainy morning and I just had a donut.
Villa de Leyva
Festival de las Cometas
Photos from the trip
First the weather, sometime in the last week, almost on cue with the arrival of August, the skies became more blue and the sun came out a bit more. Everyone told me that August is the Month of the Kite here, in part because of the winds that come and blow the clouds away. So far it's true. This weekend I'm heading to Villa de Leyva (not far from Bogotá) for some hiking, camping, and relaxation. This small town is also the host of Colombia's most famous annual kite festival. Though it is not this weekend, I am sure the place will not disappoint.
Part of the reason I am excited about this trip is that it will last until Tuesday. There is another holiday here and everyone has Tuesday off, so some people (like me) are making it a 4 day weekend. It's great except when I turn to my calendar and I have little time remaining here. My project is picking up and starting to roll. Part of it involves sitting down with some of the City's decision makers with regard to parks, and so that I must get down before I leave, other GIS and DB management, statistical stuff can be done from Atlanta.
Finally, I hinted at it earlier but I am getting used to the sweets and desserts that are a staple of the Colombian diet. Is this a good thing? It's a delicious thing. Aside from desserts the most amazing thing about the cuisine is the array of fruits that exist here. It doesn't help that I am bad with foods in the first place. I don't know the names of a lot of fruits and vegetables in English, but I believe that the fruits here don't have names, as far as I know, in the US and that is making it hard to remember what I've tried. Maybe I've had tomarillo, ochuva, lulu, guanabana, lucuma, and maracuyá but I am not entirely sure. I will try harder to remember exactly what I am eating and drinking. If it's a fruit in the produce section, it's a juice in the restaurant.
Of course, this was written on a rainy morning and I just had a donut.
Villa de Leyva
Festival de las Cometas
Photos from the trip
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