Friday, June 26, 2009

Just putting a little life in your life


On a sunny day, Volunteer Park seems almost imaginary. The beautiful conservatory filled with exotic flowers, the Asian Art Museum, sprawling green lawns and trees with branches that seem to be made for the sole purpose of climbing. This past weekend, I journeyed solo to Volunteer Park for a nice, long walk. I walked, and walked, and walked around the park (it's huge) to find the most opportune reading location. One that would keep me warm, yet out of direct sunlight (due to my sensitive Norwegian skin) and preferably in the midst of some gnarly tree roots. My solo sojourn was filled with one thought, "why have I not made a friend?" I was walking around slowly, smiling and acknowledging the Frisbee game, the dog-walkers (I probably stopped to pet 3 dogs, who can resist?) and the picnic-ers, yet no one invited me to be a part of their party. Odd really.

I walked past a set of friends and they called after me. I turned and one said, "I'm just trying to put a little life in your life". This, of course, made me laugh pretty hard. But I kept on walking. About a minute later one of the guys came running after me and asked if I would like to hang out with them for the afternoon. I ended up talking with him for over an hour. And I only left because I wanted to be on time for my dinner with Laura (which deserves a completely dif't blog entry; Laura's Kenya stories, Coastal Kitchen, new favorite granola hippy store). You know what, I'll admit that I've been a bit jaded about making new friends in Seattle, but last Saturday was a refreshing reminder; you really can make new friends anywhere, especially in your hometown!

kiki san

Friday, June 19, 2009

Easily one of the greatest days of my life

I met Paul Farmer last night.

That sentence deserved stand-alone recognition. Paul Farmer is a true delight. At one point I was standing with Chris Elias (the president of PATH, who himself is one of the greatest global health leaders) and Paul in the holding area. It was just the three of us. I was so excited I said, "Dr. Farmer, I just want you to know that students have come from Canada and Oregon and started lining up at 2:30 today. There are a thousand people here. We all think you're a rock star!" Did I really say "rock star"?!?!?! How embarassing. Anyway, he was completely gracious.

Here are a couple of pictures from last night. It was magical.

The co-planners, Nicole, Jessica and me. These girls are two great people to work with!


The Director of WGHA, Lisa Cohen, addressing the crowd.

And the big one. Lisa, Paul Farmer, and me. Ahhhhhhh!!!

kiki san

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Mountains Beyond Mountains


Paul Farmer is in Seattle right now (squeal of delight)! He is right up there with my everyday heroes, Nicholas Kristof and David Brooks. Farmer is the subject of Tracy Kidder's "Mountains Beyond Mountains". Back in my Miss WA days, my dear friend Laura suggested I read the book. I read plenty of good books that year, but his was the only book I ever blogged about (if you followed the blog then, you knew I tried not to endorse any particular politics, businesses or books). I couldn't resist endorsing Kidder's book. I remember saying, not only should people read it, I hoped they would be inspired enough to be changed by Farmer's approach to life. Paul Farmer is the consummate Robin Hood, sometimes robbing the rich to pay the poor (lifting medical equipment from Harvard for clinics in Haiti). He has started clinics around the world with his organization Partners In Health . He is also being considered for the top post in USAID by the Obama Administration.

His life inspired me to get into global health. Imagine my excitement when I found out that we would be asking Farmer to do a town hall with us?! When an email from him appeared in my inbox I wanted to call everyone I knew to tell them that I got an email from Paul Farmer! I restrained myself then, but I don't know what I will do when I get to meet him tomorrow night. I'm sure it will just be a "hello, my name is..." kind of introduction, but my knees could buckle, and then I might black out and then Paul Farmer might have to save my life. Can you imagine?

I'm going to try my darndest to get a picture with him, though I know the masses will be flocking around him. If I do, I'll post it here. If you're in Seattle tomorrow night, please come. It is free and open to the public.
kiki san

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Three things I want right now

A hammock
A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel (puppy)
A plane ticket to another country
kiki san

Monday, June 15, 2009

And now a word from Beth Moore's son-in-law...

I luuuurve the Living Proof Ministries blog so much there's a little linky-loo that I've called out to the left (The LPM blog). I read today's post, written to Beth Moore's daughter from her daughter's husband and I thought it was one of the sweetest dang things I ever did read. I'm linking to it now so that everyone who is a little schmalzy like me can have an excuse to well up.

kiki san

New things


God loves new things. He loves new things so much, He went to the trouble of pointing it out tons of times in the Bible. I hadn't ever thought of God's love for new things until yesterday when John Lindell from James River Church in Springfield, MO, came to speak at church. He pastor's the second largest Assembly of God church in the denomination. John was encouraging our church through his church's amazing story of growth and somewhere in the process made a simple comment about how God loves new things and builds new mercies into each day. Well, my mind ran with that.

This morning I was reading a book by Dr.'s Cloud and Townsend and they gave a running list of personality "red flags" and "yellow lights" to look for in others. I grimmaced as I looked at the page because I, unfortunately, had some of the traits they identified. Before I could mentally clothesline myself over things I'd done, or said, or thought because of these traits, I was reminded of John's words, "God loves new things". As I looked at the list again, I thought of God's ability to make me new, and man, was I encouraged!

I love that God gives me a chance to make a new choice. He's been called the God of second chances, but really He should be called the God of infinite chances. I admit it; I'm prone to mistakes. But I'm also prone to believing that God can carefully sweep up behind me and say, "I know you really messed that one up, but we worked through it, so I'm going to give you another chance because I love you and I'm for you."

I always have some song in my head. It's usually some song from the 80's (with an emotional crescendo and synth), but every once in awhile, I start singing a unique new song. The new song doesn't necessarily have an ending, or even a chorus, it's just a string of thoughts that I start singing. I'm often surprised by the things that come out of my mouth, sometimes they make little, to no, sense (an example that comes to mind, "you are a wandering housefly with green buttons of splendor"), but other times I'm comforted by the words coming from my own mouth. It's pretty clear to me that when the latter happens, God has put a new song on my heart. And that amazes me.

New believers, new days, new chances, new hope, new vision; God has placed a new sensitivity in my heart for all of these. So now I turn the table and ask what's new with you, dear blog reader?

kiki san

Friday, June 12, 2009

Chicago is my kind of town


With less than a month until T and I go to Chicago for vacation, I couldn't hep but reminisce about the first trip we took there in December. After experiencing the literal breathtaking cold, I can't wait to see how Chicago feels in the Summer. So far the itinerary includes a Cubs game, meeting up with Chicago friends, a boat ride on Lake Michigan, and apartment hunting. Got any other suggestions about what we should do in Chi town?

I also want to give you a peek at Lincoln Park, the neighborhood where we'll be looking for apartments. Isn't it cute? Almost daily, I imagine myself walking my dog here. No, I don't have a dog, but I will when I move to Chi!




kiki san



Thursday, June 11, 2009

Loud patterns

To be quite honest, dear blog reader, this morning I was feeling a bit annoyed. This week has been one of those, "I get in my car at the end of my day and realize that I've taken short, quick breaths for the past nine hours due to the crazy amount of work I need to get done" kind of weeks. Well, I don't know about you, but usually when I take said breaths they make me feel like I want to pass out. So I've been decompressing in my car with really heavy sighs which make me feel less like passing out and more like falling asleep. Weird extremes. Anyway, when I started my morning out, I could feel those tasks begin to cloud the one solid, set-aside time I have with the Lord every day and it annoyed me! I just prayed "give me a steadfast mind" over and over, until I finally felt released from the grip of my work to-do list. And then I had to pray about why I was annoyed...oh the journey.

I saw some notes in my Bible that caught my eye when I was thumbing through Romans looking for another verse, the notes were surrounding Romans 12:2. I stopped and read the verse;

"Do not conform any longer to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."

This is one verse that will pop into my head from time-to-time without any material prompting, but as I read it today I couldn't dispute that I was lead to it by the Holy Spirit. I started thinking about the patterns of this world and I knew that my work-life balance had to be a consequence of the pattern of this world! God didn't give me tiny lungs. In fact he gave me such a huge ribcage to house my huge lungs that when paired with my tiny hips, I equal, pencil body. I say that because I don't think God wants me to work so hard that I deprive my body of oxygen due to the amount of stress I'm dealing with. That has to be a consequence of this world. We live in an "Oh sure I can do that" society that leaves us so busy, we don't have time to breathe.

Sidenote: I just took a moment to breathe very deeply...deep breath was hindered by my pencil skirt, sigh. I can't win:).

I love that God promises that we will be transformed by the renewing of our minds. This is one of those principles that is way easier to say than do. But the point is that I have to do it. I don't renew my mind by taking a mental break to envision myself sitting on a mossy rock by a gentle stream (though in most cases I am a vocal champion of the imagination) I renew my mind by thinking through my character flaws and talking with God about how I can learn and grow from them. The whole time, actively receiving God's grace so I don't condemn myself for my short-comings. God has made it so clear to me that this is how the transformation happens. You have to get in your car, go into the library, and talk to the librarian before you can renew a book. Why should it be any less work to renew your mind?

I came to work this morning with a fresh, "renewed" perspective and I kept my promise I made earlier in my prayers to be an advocate and not a critic (also a pattern of this world that I to frequently conform to) and you know what? I felt a transformation.



kiki san

Monday, June 8, 2009

The dale of silver

I went home this weekend and loved unplugging from my Seattle life to just be with my family. Mom and I talked well into the afternoon of Saturday, me still in my long pink robe (at this point I think I can classify it as "vintage"), Mom doling out the wisdom. We made some dinner with Aunt S and the little sis and then sat down to a LONG game of Phase 10. Have you ever played Phase 10 dear blog reader? I swear you have to make a commitment to a minimum of 3 hours if you're playing the game with more than 3 people. I think Phase 10 is our family's game. It reminds me of camping trips and Coleman lanterns. We would gather around the picnic table and play until the bitter end. And when I say "bitter" I mean, usually the little sis did not win, and she would stomp away from the table talking about how unfair it was:). Ha! Happy to report that she's grown up and didn't stomp away from the table this time!

On Sunday, the little sis and I drove to Papa San's house to spend some time quality time with him. After a healthy dose of Fox News, I ventured solo to my cousin's soap box derby. Unbeknownst to me this was not a pine wood derby (in my mind they were racing little whittled cars with lead stuffed inside the tip) and I showed up to see the kids sitting in the derby cars, racing them down a hill. How come I never knew about this as a kid?!?

I got to spend some QT with Aunti T and Uncle S, and G'ma and G'pa even showed up! What an unexpected treat! I have to say that one of my favorite parts of the day was Auntie T telling me that Uncle S was consciously saying "yes" to everything nowadays. You have to understand that I think my Uncle S is the funniest person in the family (there are a lot of funny people in the brood, so he's off-the-charts funny). He would run off in the middle of a conversation, to load a derby car in the start gate, and then he would return to tell a story about how his WD40 wheels were on the winning car, then he would run back to help tear the tent down. Apparently he's also volunteered to run the projector at church, which created the first snag in his "say yes to everything" plan as the derby was all day Sunday. I can't wait to see what he says "yes" to next.

I love my family. I love spending time with them. I think they are some of the wisest, funniest, best people to be around. Every time I go home I think, "I could stay a few days longer."

kiki san

Friday, June 5, 2009

Ten years later

Found this sweet little gem from community theatre circa 1999. I think I was the only blonde, fair-skinned girl to play Scheherezade. I mean, she's Arabian.

Sweet belt.


middle-eastern kiki san

That's what she said...

Jim and Pam. Michael and Dwight. Kelli Kapoor.

I can't help but love The Office. When I left my job at BlueView, my going away present was a picture of all of our faces photoshopped onto an existing photo from The Office. I was, as it turned out, not Pam, but Kelli Kapoor. I love that picture.

John Krasinki is #2 on my crush list (nobody beats Conan) because he is so real and funny, and charming, and humble. He did an interview with Time Magazine on video and they asked him 10 questions from fans. I love his response to the "that's what she said" question.





Sigh.


kiki san

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Good counsel


My small group is going through the book, "Safe People" by Henry Cloud and John Townsend, and being led by Kathy Mac, the ever-understanding, expert counselor from our church. Small group is tonight and I'm looking forward to finally learning about how to find safe people (after weeks of learning about how to identify unsafe people). I stumbled on Cloud and Townsend's website today and found myself clicking through their online videos as I ate my lunch (leftover ground turkey and peppers turned out well enough to be leftovers!). These two guys share some of the wisest advice; how could they not?! They penned the earth-shattering, "Boundaries" book. I've felt the freedom to say "no" ever since:).

One video that I thought was spot-on about what Women want to find in Men, is absolutely worth checking out no matter what your gender.

kiki san

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

I enjoy being a girl


It's 86 degrees outside, and guess what? I'm wearing a dress. Oh, I love being a girl. Men, by rule, aren't allowed the social freedom to wear semi-pants (i.e. shorts) to work, but Women can freely wear skirts and dresses.

Here is a list of other reasons I love being a girl:
1. I can wear high heels
2. There are tons of Christian books out there specifically geared toward my gender
3. I can ask my mechanic to explain, for the third time, why my car is making that noise and he never seems to mind (possibly offensive comment, but if I was a guy, I'm pretty certain my mechanic would be annoyed)
4. I can freely hug
5. I always have the right to refuse a boy who asks me to dance
6. I can wear sparkles
7. I can tell people how much they mean to me without feeling embarassed

Yesterday I was working on my fitness in my pink t-shirt and ponytail when I peered at my reflection in the gym mirror. I noticed that I was sweating so hard, my t-shirt looked like I had run through the sprinkler in it. I lifted those 5 pounders (hey, I'm not looking to bulk up) to do my final set of tricep flies and smiled to myself, because I was disgusting. Disgusting.

Sometimes I think the gym is gender neutralizing because it's the one place where I can sweat excessively and nobody seems to care. In fact, dare I say, it might even make me look cooler (literally. get it?:).

The moment I walked out the door of the gym in my workout clothes, I felt embarrassed because of how my shirt looked. I kind of skip-ran past the outdoor-seating restaurants lined along the street until I got to my car. This probably drew more attention (I was, after all, displaying Mr. Bean-like spurts of running energy), but I just couldn't look at the people's faces as I passed. I knew that they were all thinking, "Ew, how could a girl sweat that hard?! "

kiki san

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Magua would be proud

I stood there holding its lifeless body and fought tears as I apologized for breaking its bones.

This was me, last night, as I took on my latest cooking endeavor; butchering a whole chicken before roasting it. I've never butchered anything, except figuratively. It started out so innocently; my meals programmed into a grocery list on my iPhone (btw, my grocery shopping will never be the same due to a cool app that sorts my grocery list into aisles and prices...genius!) I strolled with my cart of goodies to the meat department. I scanned the whole chickens to see which looked the freshest, and finally made my prize pick. I got it home, so excited to try my new recipe, and quarantined my chicken prep area. I took it out of the bag and that's when it hit me; I felt bad for the chicken and even worse for what I was about to do to it.

The next 20 minutes I can most closely compare to the Indian ambush of the retreating English in The Last of the Mohicans.


When I finished, I wasn't hungry. I roasted the chicken anyway, and it turned out to be delightfully delicious. I'm kind of scarred from the whole thing though.

So tonight I'm making ground turkey with peppers. I'm looking forward to this recipe, mainly because the turkey is already ground.

kiki san

Monday, June 1, 2009

The new C.E.O. of G.M.? America.


The news of G.M. filing for bankruptcy this morning wasn't a huge shock to anyone, but I was floored by the decision that came out of the bankruptcy. We the people, now have a 60% share in the company, which means that for the first time in history our government can now add "business owner" to its list of responsibilities. Setting aside the obvious concerns I have regarding the growth of government and its power, I want to focus in on what "we" just got ourselves into.


G.M. reported in its bankruptcy filing that it had assets totalling $82.3 billion and more than twice that in debt ($172.8 billion to be exact). So how exactly did the U.S. government acquire G.M.? By the Treasury-sponsored sale of G.M.'s assets to a "New G.M."


So how much financial obligation did our Treasury commit into the hands of the tax-payers today? Another $30 billion. Add that to the $20 billion unsuccessful bail-out handed to them recently. So we will invest $50 billion into a company that's $172.8 billion in debt. And we're supposed to produce a leaner, new G.M. which pops out hybrids on U.S. soil?


Dear blog readers, I just don't know how this makes economic sense.


I despise that working-class, blue collar Americans will lose jobs over this (21,000 projected), and plants will shut down. I don't want to be insensitive to that. And President Obama said we really had no choice due to the economic burden of unemploying all of G.M.'s workers, but what about old-fashioned market consequences?


If a market can't support a company at it's current weight, due to lack of demand, then the company needs to lose a few inches. If it doesn't successfully lose the weight quickly, then it's a behemoth, eating up the little food (food in this case is assets) that's left. Eventually starvation is imminent and the only hope for the company is to shut-down. If the demand comes back, smaller, more efficiently run companies will start to pop-up all over the place, and many of those same people can find their way back to employment (I acknowledge that this does not take into account the workers who are not as nimble, i.e. the yard worker who's been doing his job for 35-40 years and has a solidly established skill-set that supports the only job he's ever had. I'm still thinking through how to tackle that dillema). But until then, we have to adjust!


While we are getting behemothic (don't know if that's a word, but I mean "big beyond big") other countries are nimbly meeting the needs of this globalized tech-society.


No, I don't think a good decision was made. I think an easy decision was made for today without taking into account tomorrow.


Here's the thing, I'm so frustrated right now I could call my Papa San to talk about the death of the free market as we know it, but ultimately that does no one any good. So what can I do, especially for these 21,000 people who will lose their jobs? Well, geographically, not a lot. But I will be praying for them. And I will be keeping my eyes peeled to see if social programs (not talking about gov't-funded social programs) step up to the plate. Let's start looking at how we can retrain workers to do other vocations. How can we make sure their kids know about 21st century jobs? How do we work to ensure they can stay in the house they built 30 years ago with their high school sweetheart?


This G.M. news is a wake-up call. We're investing in something so risky it is almost doomed to fail, so let's start looking at the social implications of a "no G.M.". I say we start looking at how we can be better neighbors. Now's when the Second Commandment really can kick-in.


I want to know your thoughts on this.


kiki san


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"You will keep in perfect peace, him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in You."
Isaiah 26:3

My new favorite flower and my new favorite verse.

Happy Monday!

kiki san