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I did not sleep well last night. The windows have to be left open here, since they don’t put on the air conditioning in the summer – too much power consumption – and first it was thunder and lightning, then the barking of the dogs (this university has an interesting dog situation, whereby its owner does not like to see stray dogs so he takes them in and there are many dogs on the campus), and then I finally slept until about 5 AM when the call to prayer for Muslims echoed eerily over the hills. Even in my exhausted state I had to think, “what if I had to hear that every morning?” And after that Manveer, my roomate, snored too much for me to return to sleep. I guess it’s just him bringing the karma back on me for all my snoring violations in the past.

The opening plenary was pretty good, with Ajda, the CCP, giving us an overview of the history of the road to IC 2007 in Turkey. We were introduced to the team leaders, including a very perky Canadian who will be the HR/Agenda Team Leader and therefore will be speaking to us in a perky Canadian way for 60% of our plenaries. After plenary we broke into teams – Marketing took the two Communications teamsters under its wing and Svetlana, our awesome Team Leader, went over our tasks and duties leading up to IC and during IC, which begins August 21 (and is completely logically labelled “Day 0” of the conference by AIESEC International). There are many difficult tasks ahead, especially for me who chose to be the ER Database manager, which means I’m accountable for getting the externals all checked into their hotels, making sure the payment happens, and making sure they get checked out too. This is made no simpler by AI’s contract with them, which states that they can sign up for the conference up to the day it begins. We’ll see how good of a crisis manager I am.

Most of the day was spent training for these duties and finishing our team presentation. For lunch the main campus eatery was full so some of us went upstairs to the “fast food” line and I had my first in-Turkey doner kebap. It was good, but I doubt it was strictly authentic. At dinner I got into one of those great conversations that only happens at international conferences with two Turks, a person from the PRC, someone from Taiwan, and someone from South Korea. We ranged from the Turkish elections to Turkey and the EU to PRC vs. Taiwan to the educational systems to the place of religion in our countries. It lasted at least an hour and a half. I came back up to the room at nine and fell asleep accidentally, and now while everyone else is in the chill-out area I am having jetlag whipping at my heels. There was probably more I wished to write about but it’s lost in the haze of half-sleep. Tomorrow will be a fuller day. We go into Istanbul on Saturday just for hanging out and doing whatever, and on Sunday we tour the venues at which IC will take place. So we’re working for the weekend, if you will.

On the Brink of Madness

Today was supposed to be the first planned event – the opening plenary – for the Congress Committee, but they postponed it to tomorrow morning so that people who aren’t here yet will be able to participate. Today was not a fully free day for the Marketing team, though. We made our promotional team video. I’m technically also supposed to make a presentation about myself with pictures and music and all, but I don’t know if I’ll have the ganas to tonight. Plenary is tomorrow at 9 AM.

I went to bed at about 1:30 AM, after meeting everyone who was here and giving Tiffany (who I’ve finally seen again after six months) her care package from our LC and her glasses. She got me a sweet tapestry from Kenya. I felt like a jerk for not having bought anything particularly special. I was awoken at 11:50, still way jetlagged and exhausted, with a call to be in a Marketing team meeting at 12:30. This wasn’t planned! But luckily it was just unofficial orientation and planning for making our teambuilding and CC promotional materials. I imagine the video will pop up on YouTube someday.

The cafeteria here at the university (Yeditepe) serves pretty good Turkish food. This is good, since the place in Warsaw last year was really not so good, especially that one time when we all got sick after two bites and had to go to the pizza restaurant across the street. It’s hard to know much about the food though because Turkish is not an easy language, and I’m not exactly going to learn it in a month. It all rests on the mighty reputation of the doner kebap.

After lunch was filming until about 5, though Tiffany and I and some others had plans to go to a place to smoke some shisha (nargile in Turkish). Our plans were foiled regularly until after dinner that night, when we finally went ourselves. The place we intended to go was closed, and a nice man had his young 7-year old daughters show us around the neighborhood to find a place that was open. After two strikes, we found a good place at the edge of the neighborhood. Since no one who said they would come could contact us to find this new place, we were alone. We had a good, long catch-up conversation, along with our usual conceptual developments in thought. The shisha here is the strongest and best I’ve ever had – much stronger than anything I’ve ever had in the US without a doubt. Also, we quit smoking after an hour and a half and I thought my head was going to fly away, but the same bowl was still going strong. Efe, from Turkish Cyprus, told me that the bowls here usually last two hours. We also had two chais, a Turkish coffee, and a soda water (her bad idea) between us, and with the nargile it only cost 13YTL – about $10. Not bad, Istanbul.

We then went one place down to sit with some other CC members, who had piled in without our notice. There was more smoking, and we met some new people who had arrived that day. During our stay there, three policemen came in and demanded to see all of the ID cards of the Turkish patrons of the cafe. When I asked Efe about it he said “get used to it, it’s Turkey.” He said they can do that without a warrant or anything, and they do it often. On the way back to the university I saw two dogs copulating.

I applied for an MC CEED in AIESEC in Ecuador, which I’ll find out if I get that Monday. If I don’t have an electrical engineering job by August 14 (which I’m doing everything to get – I got another possibility in Izmir in Turkey for the fall just from being here) then that looks like the best option.

I’ll be able to blog more regularly while I’m here, I think – and since the days will be full, challenging, and fun, that will be a fruitful task.

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In Istanbul. I present a rewritten version of Arlo Guthrie’s Coming Into Los Angeles to describe my trip.

Coming from the ANTA
From over the pond
Flying in a spacious airliner
Films I haven’t seen all over the plane
Too bad I’m not going to China

CHORUS: Coming into Istanbul
Looking for an XP Full
We don’t have a President Gül
To visit Turkish Night

The metal detectors in the European Union
Seem to be turned way up high
Pulled to the side by an Amsterdam guard
Felt way too far up my thigh

CHORUS

Turkish dude holding an AIESEC sign
Behind the terminal divider
Feels like I’m home
And I’ve known all along
That this would end “luggage SURVIVOR”

CHORUS

Coming from the ANTA
From over the pond
Flying in an Airbus airliner
Now it’s time rock the Marketing team
And prove myself an ER diviner!

Man I’m exhausted. Before I forget, if I haven’t repped him before, I’m repping him now: Czech out Isaac’s Tunisia blog. And while you’re at it, czech out Brett Davenport’s blog.

July Wades Into

Still nothing on the job front. Still working.

Istanbul looms ever closer – I leave Monday. Of course I’m very excited about that – but I’m quite unprepared for what comes after September 3rd. I don’t even have a plane ticket out of Turkey. Do I need to pack for warm weather or cold after that date, based on the place in which I don’t know I’ll be? But for certain, many changes will occur there. Seeing all the old friends and making hundreds of new ones, and working in a way I’ve never worked before will prove rewarding I’m certain.

I’m pleased that someone with whom I’ve tried to redevelop a good relationship has responded very warmly to it, and we now hang out quite a bit. I’ll miss it while I’m abroad.

I have recently finished two books which I found particularly interesting on the subject of the economy and the way it affects our livelihood and builds our society. They are The World is Flat by Thomas Friedman and Deep Economy by Bill McKibben. I finished The World is Flat in Europe, and picked up Deep Economy in Frisco and finished it on the Hawaii trip. I learned a lot from Friedman’s book and I agreed with – and was excited by! – much of what the book establishes and predicts, especially in relation to the prospects of the post-capitalist economy. As was to be expected though, Friedman’s viewpoint was taken from the prevailing paradigm of study and instead of getting excited about things like Free Open Source Software, he asks in an almost frightened way “When are the right people gonna get paid for it!” McKibben’s book, however, was of a different subject and nature altogether – a very refreshing one. Deep Economy, in the vein of Ishmael, is about changing the very way we live and build our economy in favor of slowing (or even stopping) growth, and focusing as much as possible on local networks and sources to produce everything from quality food to culture and entertainment. I will think and search for a long time for the place in which the global, approaching-egalitarian world described by The World is Flat meets the local and sustainable world urged by Deep Economy. I also had many problems with the way that Friedman’s description of our own economy didn’t care much of any bit about sustainability or cultural quality, and had quite the assumption of superiority – perhaps it would be better to say the lack of an assertion of equality. This is most notable in the way he portrays Indian business executives smilingly and enthusiastically explaining to Friedman that the “place” for Indian IT workers is in call centers, while the “place” for American and “Western” workers is in more dynamic and powerful fields, like consulting and design. I have this lone wanderer-hero to thank for introducing me to the concept of sustainability, which is growing in my personal interest and will probably develop into a life-quest by the time I leave Georgia Tech.

The days inch on by leaps and bounds. But we’ll fight for that inch.

Sal and Dean on the Move

Whilst walking with my uncle and his wife on Sunday on the way from an Indian lunch to the SF Museum of Modern Art, the Random() class of this part of the multiverse decided to throw a Jawanza-type object on the street corner. I saw him walking steadily perpendicular to my path but had I not stopped, recognized his unlikely face and called his name twice (while Gloria, attentive as hell, snapped a photo of the moment), we would have collided instead. I had not seen him since CONA in 2004, and marveling at the serendipitous meeting we agreed to have coffee that evening, which we did, and it was good.

The fam arrived in Hawaii yesterday, Monday, and we gorged ourselves at the hotel restaurant and I fell asleep for three hours before we went to a luau for dinner. It was some of the best pork I’d ever had in my life, probably the best pulled pork hands-down. I flung some more emails groping for an acceptable job this fall.

Today was relaxing by the beach, my sister and I took an hour-long surfing lesson which was cool but there were a lot of rocks at the bottom of the water and I cut open my foot at one point, but what the hell is a good learning experience if you don’t bleed a little bit? We tried to hike Diamond Head to see the sunset tonight but the park closes at 18:00. Instead we drove around and saw the wealthy suburbs around Diamond Head and Waikiki.

Today I also finished Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums, which was not only great and had been too long since I’d read Kerouac but reminded me of the way that On The Road in the summer of 2004 kind of saved my soul. I’ve still got Big Sur on tap, but right now I am reading a book called Deep Economy by Bill McKibben, which I’m finding quite good and should be read by anyone who thinks they want to do a damn thing about this state we’re in the same boat, brother. I also snagged a book about the politics of Einstein and another one by Zinn.

What more to come, when I’m in that place for a week where there’s nothing to do but stew and worry and solve problems or worry some more, or watch movies and resurrect old friends.

Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies, I sat and watched you bleed

I am in San Francisco with my entire nuclear family. This is the last foreseeable time we’ll be able to vacation like this, and it’s the primary reason I returned to the US between Valencia and Turkey. It’s pleasant to be with them and do the touristy things, but it also kind of chafes the nomad anima inside of me. I’d like to go visit a student radio station here and see how they roll.

Today while we were on layover in Dallas a plane full of US troops landed and as they entered the airport the entire concourse cheered loudly, for ten minutes, as they walked past. I wonder what it will sound like when they’re home for good.

We ate dinner with my uncle and his wife tonight on the Wharf, it is always nice to see them. He was a GT alum in the ’60s. Tomorrow we’ll hang around together and visit with his daughter and her boyfriend, who are living in Chinatown as she gets a Ph.D. at Berkeley in environmental science. I wonder if I’ll ever be that good.

The wifi here sucks and the cool bay wind is blowin’ in. It’s time to move on to dreamland.

Asphyxiation

I never got culture shock in Spain. I wondered if that meant I was special or if it only existed for the weak of heart.

Reverse culture shock, however, is a bitch.

I arrived back in the US on the evening of July 1, after spending the last hour of 18 hours of travel in a holding pattern over bad Atlanta skies. Finally I made it safely on the ground and my old roommate Eric and I went to get our promised (rather, his promised) Steak and Shake. It was delicious. I had many meetings with Georgia Tech advisors and officers the next day and it significantly affected my actions and plans for the fall – I had looked forward to applying for a CEED for AIESEC Ecuador, but that won’t be compatible with what I must do – if anyone can help me get an electrical or computer engineering job in a Spanish speaking country that last at least 14 weeks and starts no earlier than September 5, let me know.

Dave and I returned to the City of Gadrock the morning of the 3rd, stopping for an obligatory and delectable Pop’s Charburgers milkshake on the way. We got many piled up in the cars to go down to the original Jefferson’s in Jacksonville, AL only to find that our once-dank hideout was now remodeled in the style of, as Dave calls them, “shitty nice Jefferson’s.” The wings of course were as delicious as ever, but it forever buried the need to go to Jville ever again for us. The next morning I went up to the lake to celebrate our Independence Day, and had an excellent time with some friends singing karaoke and trying to play “Piano Man.” I slept at J.D.’s house there that night, since the next morning I got up at 5 in the morning and booked it to Black Mountain, North Carolina for the 40th Annual YMCA Youth in Government Conference On National Affairs reunion.

I expected a great time, and really, a great time was had. There weren’t as many people as were expected, but it was still a very solid and mostly young group. As it turned out, I only knew three people who were there, but I was excited to meet new folks. Apart from socializing and enjoying Asheville, Black Mountain, and Room 230 at the Comfort Inn, we hiked the mountain and went to a barbecue festival.

Unfortunately for me, I was way too fresh off the plane and five months of speaking Spanish. I began to notice by the second day that I was unusually quiet, and by the end of that day I found that I was having a very hard time participating in any of the conversations. Chalking it up to just a bad day, I decided things would be better the next day, Saturday. This was not the case, and as I continued to be so unlike myself and not understanding why, I got really stressed and it escalated so much by the end of Saturday that I had to stand outside and breathe fresh air for a good bit of the time. I determined later through some conversations and reflection that it was a symptom of reverse culture shock, fundamentally based in the fact that when you are in another country and especially surrounded by another language, even if your conversations are about YouTube videos it is in a learning paradigm. Everything in Spain was a learning experience, not just shooting the shit on a Friday night like most comfortable conversations in the US. Since I was no longer in the learning paradigm, I was unable to recognize and connect and find where I fit in. I think I’m better now, and if I had gone to the reunion maybe two weeks after getting back then things would have been much cooler for me – although I’m really glad for the people I met and for the things I did, and I look forward to future reunions when everyone can meet who I really am.

Just as I was leaving Asheville and watching the last person fade out of view, with very strange and powerful pangs flowing through my heart and stomach, I said this aloud:

My life right now is about leaving people.

The flipside, I decided a minute later, is that leaving people is always only half of the story for a nomad. I’m moving a whole lot right now, and it is exhausting, and it will continue to be exhausting. But I’m going to Turkey at the end of July, and in September I will (if all goes well) be working in a Latin American country for the fall. In those times, my life will be about meeting people.

It Tolls for Thee

Valencia.


If you only knew the kind of music that word entails. Music like the most sublime themes and strains of the Ainulindalë. My heart beats as it does for almost nothing else when I just hear the music of the word alone, not to mention the state of being it describes.


It is Valencia I must leave in twelve hours. The “working” reason for coming here – getting Georgia Tech course credit – was scuttled by Ma Tech herself. I intended to get twelve credits on-site with three more to come from taking a test for a Spanish course I would have over-reached, and thanks to her own policies I am walking away with six. Unless they have more surprises up their sleeve. Now I also have to worry even more about my graduation date, which seems to stride farther and farther away like a renewed house arrest in Burma.


This town is nuts, my kind of place – I don’t wanna leave. I don’t ever, ever wanna leave.


Amidst these beatings on my nerves, I cannot help but melt into this paradise. The weather is unbeatable. The people are unbeatable. The food is ambrosia. The interplay between truly ancient edifices, well-thought out vibrant open spaces and greenery, and era-defining new architecture and programs take Valencia and make it a blameless youth that Atlanta will never be – Abel rewarded over Cain.


My life for the last five and a half months is now packed into a hiking backpack, a purpose-bought suitcase, and a laptop bag. I will go now with my roommates to have my final cena in Spain. That act of ingestion, like many since time before writing have ingested for the shamans, for their god or goddess, reminds me that I have left here a new human being. And at the base, I can feel that wind in my soul – Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man. I love this place – but I gots to keep on moving.


Even if it’s only so I can move again on down the line.

Directing a Sauerkraut-and-Wurst Western

Chairing was a great experience. Like all great experiences, it did not go according to plan, but then through some good Gerald R. Rigging and teamwork combined with legendary German efficiency, a successful time was had by all – including me.

Let’s start with arriving on-site in bustling (with cows) Helmarshausen just in time to start the scheduled conference team pre-meeting at 5. Unfortunately several facis were not yet there, and to top it off, neither was almost any member of the organizing committee – which was made up entirely of newies, 4 weeks or less into their AIESEC eXPeriences. This was because the original OC had quit the job about a month before the conference, which lost vital planning time and funding contacts. The OC, which was supposed to arrive on-site at 2, arrived at about 9:30. I had made the choice to postpone the team meeting until everyone was there so that we could have an appropriately engaging experience. The Regional Support Team representatives did however read the OC the riot act when they arrived. The poor guys hadn’t even assigned roles to themselves, other than the OCP.

The faci meeting “get to know” part which I made up consisted of only two parts, the first of which was long due to how many people we were: partner up with someone you don’t know, get the other person’s name, LC, area of study, a story they are very proud of, and a story they are very embarrassed of. Naturally, after five minutes the partners introduce each other to the whole circle. Only a few people gave appropriately embarrasing stories, others unheadily copping out by saying “I don’t have any embarrassing stories.” Bad team vibe. The second part was something that I gleaned from an experience many years ago (many thanks to Howard Hanger and his extremely liberal ministerial ideas, which are in fact so liberal that they have gotten him defrocked from the United Methodist Church), and was facilitated by the fact that there was a piano in the room. After doing a note-check by having the team do a “do-re-mi” along with the piano in the key of C, I instructed them all to choose in their head a random note,
independently. Upon bringing my hands down, they sang their note – a cacophony of Germans. But after about thirty seconds, the group started listening to what the people next to them were singing, and as they altered their notes slightly, a sound harmony was produced. It wasn’t quite as forceful or of as high quality as those good old shoutin’ Methodists, but it worked – bringing together in harmony from dischord. Unfortunately I think that we were already so late and the earlier exercise had taken so long that the effect was muted. The meeting continued with expectations, etc.

I worked all weekend with the OC during my free time, since I had OC experience and they had not even experienced an OC working for them before. I helped them prioritize and organize into roles, helped them with how to communicate effectively to meet expectations of the facilitators, etc.

Thirty minutes before the opening plenary, it was discovered (as it often occurs) that there was no appropriate cable between the laptop(s) and the sound system. This almost always happens at smaller conferences, and of course should have been expected in this case with a new OC. It required a stereo minicable with an adapter to either a regular quarter-inch cable or an L/R setup. To top things off, only 20 delegates had arrived, and we had decided in our expectations on the concept of “Who’s not in is out” – if you are not in a meeting on time then it’s your responsibility to catch up, because the meeting is starting without you. With something like the
opening plenary however, it is important to make a big impact of excitement and anticipation, which is hard to do with just 20 delegates. I was charged with the decision to honor “who’s not in is out” or to postpone the plenary by some 30 minutes to wait for more delegates to arrive. The OC told us that in five minutes (ten minutes after plenary should start) a bus would
arrive, but they did not know with how many delegates. I decided to wait to see what the number was here – if it was enough (about 25 more delegates) then we would go ahead, if not, we would wait until 3:30, thirty minutes late. Luckily, the bus was full of Frankfurters and other assorted Hessian mercenaries, so we began the plenary. It opened with a powerpoint
presentation, which included the theme song from “Bonanza,” since that was the name of the conference, reflecting the concept that it was in Germany’s Wild West region. The powerpoint had to be moved between laptops, however, and of course this caused a problem. Not only was I compensating by holding the microphone to the laptop’s puny speakers, but now in the transfer the link to the song was cut. With delegates fresh in their seats and a well-designed powerpoint by one of the OC members starting up, I did something that only an American could do: I began to improvise the recognizable melody from “Bonanza” with my voice. I did it just on a whim, the silence having pressed in on me, since everything that goes bad is of course my fault as chair. Luckily, it was a hit – the delegates clapped along for the entire power-point, and I slipped into beat-boxing before finishing with the voiced melody again. I got positive feedback on that red-button decision. Score one for ‘Merica.

Immediately after the opening plenary I went with the OC to diligently find the cables and converters we needed, in a nearby picturesque town. We got the minicable at Radio Shack-like store, but the converter was in the possession of the shop’s owner, who was on site on a boat on the river. Luckily it had not left shore yet, so we walked over and got the converter from him. The parties were saved! It would be no good to dance to no bass and low volume.

Overall I had a great and challenging experience, and looking back over my feedback I only had one “stop” – starting the faci meeting late, which was my decision but I think I made it for the best – a lot of “starts,” understandable since this was my first chairing gig – and several “continues,” so I’m glad for that. Thank you Germans!

The last evening in Frankfurt I had a solid conversation with Claudia, my excellent and accomodating host, who had been LCP of LC Frankfurt-am-Main three years ago and is on the Regional Support Team – an experienced AIESECer. Over a nice weißbier near her apartment, we turned to the meat-and-potatoes that those of us who have zipped around the network are wont to consume (and cook differently) – I aired some recent thoughts, coming off of my discoveries at ITC about why certain people join AIESEC in the “cultural spheres” around the world. They had developed into the concern that AIESEC, though it desires to create change agents for positive leadership in the world especially through entrepreneurship, it often partners with very “status-quo” organizations that are pretty entrenched in our system, both through capitalism and a bureaucratic type thing – and they often become the employers of AIESEC alumni. She relayed to me a story of a former German MC member who went on to become upper management in a large company that is a partner of AIESEC internationally, with the intent of crusading to affect their system and morph them into a true organization of change. Instead, he lost contact with most of his old friends, worked harder than a dog, and was instead defeated by his own zeal. Claudia said her mother had told her that the system will always change you. It’s unfortunate but apparently very true – the difference, for example, of AIESECers in Local Committees and AIESECers in Member /National Committees is almost always very stark, and it seems to be the ones in the LCs that affect the most change both in their communities and in their own lives. I wish it weren’t this way – in the spheres of the world that are centralized, you clearly have to go to the Source to affect change. How does it work that way when Ronnie Reagan’s “trickle-down” or “something-doo…voo-doo economics” didn’t and don’t work? The answer lies within I suppose. It’s a section of the agenda on which I am focusing strongly.

As an afterthought, have you ever been flying nice and high, realizing things will be delightfully smooth sailing with some good mini- and real- sized adventures ahead, and then you realize what Joe Cocker meant when he said “Slowly my mind and Dream turn into woe,” when in the span of about an hour many small trains collide at the same point? Nothing major at all, but I’ve got minor stresses clawing at some of my best-laid plans. That’s the mark of personal leadership, though – executing Plan E as well as you would have executed the first four, or executing a letterless plan as well as Plan E when it fails. This assumes five plans. Which you have already planned.

I Am a Hot Dog

I arrived this evening in Frankfurt and have been entertained over a beer by the overworked OCP for Bonanza, the conference I am chairing, and Claudia, former LCP with whom I am staying this evening. I have written down the conference goals and expectations in my notebook but that´s it so far. I expect an experience of winging it quite a bit, but I expect to be challenged (positively) on all fronts because this is Germany. I learned the art of facilitating from a German (thanks Maike) and it was a much more thought out and planned method than I would have intuitively developed. I expect an even greater similar challenge here. I go in a man, and I will come out a man who has been a chair. Given the theme of the conference they will have an extremely unusual opportunity to learn from a native what a rebel yell is.