Twilight is an annual criterium race in Athens. This year the race was soggy with lots of rain and flat tires, but that did not stop us from enjoying a few beer gardens and wicked cycling.

Twilight is an annual criterium race in Athens. This year the race was soggy with lots of rain and flat tires, but that did not stop us from enjoying a few beer gardens and wicked cycling.

There is something about the Brazilians...they come into my life and bring such joy. Ali,
affectionately known as my little Brazilian sister, connected me with some of her friends, a Brazilian couple, studying in Athens. Yes, what a small world! Her
e are a few photos from our latest Mexican dinner party complete with fajitas, Corona, HOT sauce,
a delicious Brazilian dessert (condensed milk, strawberries, and chocolate), and YES, jumping photos.
That dude that I am dating here in Athens...is now a DR. dude. For the past few weeks, wh
ile working full-time, Charlie burned the candle at both ends working hard to finish his dissertation by the May graduation deadline. This is when a gi
rl gets to see the true colors of a man in distress. Oh yeah! The good news... he made it through it and we made it
through it! Now he can add those two gold-plated letters
forti
fied with blood, sweat, and tears to his name. Woohoo! I am so proud of him...and it gives me hope. Friday was his defense and then we celebrated at the Globe with his professors and moved on to Cutter's where we ate red-velvet cake (from the Grit...yum!) with our fellow PhD crew. The celebration ended at his bosses house with some wicked Wii rock-band. There is no better way to celebrate a PhD than banging on the drums and strumming the guitar to sounds of the Beatles and AC/DC.
rofessors from Oslo, Norway, Berit Karseth, is
visiting the
University of Georgia and we were lucky enough to help her celebrate a big birthday. (By the way, Berit is also serving on my PhD committee.) What a fun evening...complete with a beautiful Norwegian man (Berit's hubby) singing (and dancing to) traditional Norwegian birthday songs. Oh, and that chocolate cake that
Stephanie baked...delicious and food-orgasmic. Ah, a nice break from the end-of-semester crunch!
lass that has been a thorn in my side--Quantitative Regression. Ick! So, in the fall I will finish up that course and forever be liberated from taking another MANDATORY PhD course. Let me tell you...I am breathing a sigh of relief. I was unsure whether or not my coursework in Oxford would be counted. Good news...it was without any explanation needed! The next step: Comps (the final exams before dissertation research and writing). During the meeting we discussed potential comps questions and the literature I will need to read/study. This is going to be a busy summer as comps are scheduled for August.
Spring has arrived, accompanied with 90 degree weather and record-high amounts of yellow tree pollen. Which means icky yellow dust everywhere (see photos), even in your lungs. Luckily, I am not allergic to the pollen, but I have been perpetually clearing my throat all week long. The trade-off: spring flowers! I do love spring here in Georgia, the colorful blooms make the congested lungs more bearable.
ollen count reached 5,733 particles per cubic feet of air, according to the Atlanta Allergy & Asthma Clinic. That’s the second-highest reading the clinic has ever recorded since it began in 1983, trailing only April 12, 1999, when the meter showed a count of 6,013."

r, Sheila Slaughter, a professor that I have worked with on the Costa Rica and now South Africa study abroad programs, Doug Toma, a new junior faculty member who loves policy analysis, Erik Ness, and Berit Karseth, University of Oslo professor will serve as my fourth committee member. Having a non-UGA professor on my committee means more paperwork to justify why she can offer that 'something special' that other faculty members cannot. I am learning that this whole PhD process is all about paperwork and deadlines and persistence. If you can jump through these bureaucratic hoops, with a smile on your face, and of course do the work then someday you will be a person with two letters by your name D-R! My committee meeting is scheduled for April 9. At this time the committee will evaluate my coursework and a rough draft of my thesis topic and decide if I am ready to move to the next step in the process: Comps! Comps are the final exams before diving into the dissertation research.



"Got no school, got no job, my friends keep sayin' I'm a lazy slob. But there's one thing I can't stand, is when their talking while I'm watchin' Regis and... Kelly Ripa, Kelly Ripa, a mommy with the body of a stripper. Kelly Ripa, Kelly Ripa, she's so fine I'd settle for her dad. Kelly Ripa, Kelly Ripa, if I had some chocolate I would dip her."Of course, we had to experience a BIG platter full of crawfish,
after all it was a crawfish festival. They cooked up the crawfish in a big vat including a few potatoes and corn on the
cob. Charlie had eaten crawfish before and so he gave me a tutorial on where to pinch the head and tail before pulling. My pinching and pulling technique failed miserably as I continued to pull out the icky stuff from the head (green, gooey-ooey, nastiness). It ends up I am not much of a crawfish fan. Icky!
Someone asked me yesterday why I have not posted anything about the classes I am taking this semester. So, here goes.
opean universities (Oxford!), and have moved through the Colonial ages, Antebellum era, and now we are in the 20th century. Although the literature focuses on the South, I have done my own curious work on the side to learn about the history of Colorado higher education. The course grade is dependent upon class presentations on readings, participation in class discussion, and a final research paper (20-30 pages) on a history topic of choice. I am researching the conception and development of the UGA at Oxford study abroad program, which allows me to spend countless hours in the library archives."You used to be much more...'muchier.' You've lost your muchness."
-Mad Hatter
d sedentary lifestyle. Reflecting back, four years ago I was considered to be a "weekend warrior" wherein we (a group of 12 of us) rented a house in the mountains and I would drive up on Thursday night and ski all weekend, arriving back in Boulder on Monday a.m. for a 4-day work week. That was a wild year with 38 ski days. Three years ago I was preparing for a trip to Russia, while living in Finland and visiting the Finnish sauna every other day. Two years ago I was living in Oslo and about ready to jump on a plane to visit the University of Georgia. How crazy is that? And, one year ago, I was settling back into Athens after an amazing spring break trip to Costa Rica. Okay, so you get the gist...my life motto has always been to take a BIG bite out of life and exude the "muchness", but I think this PhD lifestyle is cramping my style a bit."There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter." -Mad Hatter



For those of you that know me, you will not be surprised to hear that I have blown up about 40 of my favorite travel photos. For the past 18 months, I have wanted to blow up my favorite photos and I finally found the time to do it. It feels good to pour water on the procrastination fire. The photos hang in the dining room...which brings a smile to my face every time I walk into my apartment. Seeing photos of Aker Brygge in Oslo, Table Mountain in South Africa, the canals in Aveiro, Portugal, and the spires of Oxford brings back all of the magical memories of living abroad. DANG, I miss it! I mean don't get me wrong, living abroad is not always easy, but it is an
exhilarating way to live your life. And, once you have experienced it you compare it to every subsequ
ent living situation. In Athens, there are days that I feel uninspired and bored with life here. When you live in a foreign country there is constant stimulation and learning to be had; not the kind of inculcation that occurs in the classroom. A simple train ride may teach you something that you would never anticipate. I guess this reflection means that I have not lost the desire to live abroad. In the meantime, I will live in the beauty of my photos, practice lots of yoga to keep me sane, and look forward to the next journey abroad.
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iately as it hit the ground. Then, at 4 p.m. the snow turned to rain, bummer! Oh well...I cannot complain. I love snow and I love when a flurry of snowflakes shuts down a city. Charlie and I were enjoying a sushi lunch when we heard the news that the university was shutting down. So, we made our way to a nearby coffee shop and on the way a local photographer shot our footprints in the slush (see photo on left). I did not have my camera with me, but the photo on the right, also shot by the local newspaper--Athens Banner Herald--just had to be posted. Welcome to the South where snowflakes shut down the city and Confederate flags still fly.

Charlayne Hunter-Gault--the first black students enrolled at UGA in 1961. This year "America's Educator", Ron Clark--the founder of the Ron Clark Academy in inner-city Atlanta, Georgia--was the invited speaker. As he jumped around stage (literally...that man has a lot of energy), he told stories of how education, through innovative teaching strategies such as jumping up on the desks and singing and dancing, can actually inspire and push children to excel. Yes, he is the white privileged man jumping in the right corner of this blog entry; whereas most of the students at his school are African American children. He acknowledged his "white privilege" and how this privilege can be used to carefully open doors for children that are less fortunate. He not only brought the audience to laughter and tears, but he also brought along his 8th grade class who have become superstars for their presidential campaign song "You can vote however you like" (see video below). I am not going to lie...at first sight I was like this white man is pimping out those children for media hype. But, after listening to his talk and researching the Academy I think the South could use a few more Ron Clarks!