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life as we imagine.Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-25288000225669286422012-06-24T09:15:00.002-07:002012-06-25T22:09:22.940-07:00Bravo again UNESCO!<h2>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">UNESCO's important role in 'preserving' world heritage....</span> </span></h2>
"<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Byzantine frescoes, paintings by early Baroque artists and a letter by Christopher Columbus are among 31 stolen artifacts recovered by Italian police to go on show Wednesday at UNESCO’s Paris headquarters</em>."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seems recently that more and more often the worlds cultural heritage is being 'stolen, looted, and destroyed'; however the truth is this steeling, looting, and destroying cultural heritage are not a product of recent 'bad' times</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, in fact these cultural heritage crimes have deep roots in our worlds history. The difference is that in ancient times there were no satellites orbiting the earth, no cable access, no YouTube, and no iPhone recording and 'posting' the criminals every move. Today organizations such as UNESCO help not only with protecting the world heritage, but the organization makes sure that the rest of the world knows that 'dah' crime does not pay. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is funny about criminals that attempt to steel or destroy cultural heritage. Do they really think that in today's age of technology that they will not get caught. It is like the guy that spray painted the Picasso the other day in Houston. Really??? C'mon he must have known there were cameras everywhere. Perhaps the 22-year old that defaced the painting thought that wearing a tuxedo would be the perfect disguise (James Bond movie style). I think he would have been better off if he had worn the old fashion ski mask or at least a George W. Bush mask since he was in Texas. Either way technology in today's world, along with a little reward money, ensures that even the most stylishly dressed cultural heritage criminals still find out in the end that <em>crime does not pay. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">World Cultural Heritage matters, even if you are not a Piccasso fan. Thanks UNESCO.... and all the other cultural heritage organizations out there that through education and a bit of 'show', as was done in Paris, ensure the continued protection of our world heritage. <br />
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Stacey....</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">source: <a href="http://www.hurriyetdailynews.com/unesco-to-display-artifacts-recovered-by-italian-police.aspx?pageID=238&nID=23635&NewsCatID=375">http://www.hurriyetdailynews.com/unesco-to-display-artifacts-recovered-by-italian-police.aspx?pageID=238&nID=23635&NewsCatID=375</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-46533236034705748142011-01-09T13:01:00.000-08:002011-01-09T13:01:14.266-08:00Wirtschaftswunder<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During my undergraduate degree I had the opportunity to work with an organization called 'Volunteers for Peace' where I participated in an amazing historic restoration project in Niederkaufungen, Germany that turned out to be something more than I had anticipated. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the time I didn't know much about where I was going or what kind of people I would be working with, but I knew I wanted to take the oppportunity to live in a small, rural community near Kassel, Germany for a few months restoring a 19th Century, Tudor Farm... so off I went via SFO to Frankfurt, then the long train ride to Kassel and finally a bus to Niederkaufungen. Lucky for me while I was waiting for the bus in Kassel I ran into another 'volunteer', who came along just in time as I was about to take the wrong bus to the wrong town. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The Tudor farm turned out to be owned by a group of utopian German families who's aim was to "build" on ecologically sustainable, non-hierarchical commune for up to 100 adults and children, which has since turned out to be the largest, secular, left-wing egalitarian community in the Germany. This all makes since now, since from the moment I arrived (being the only U.S. citizen) I was asked about George Bush and my politics. These people were serious and I was happy, though a bit stressed at first, to be a part of the renovations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Years later I have discovered that a short documentary film has been produced about this community <a href="http://www.shortfilmsales.com/product_info.php?products_id=2072&language=en">http://www.shortfilmsales.com/product_info.php?products_id=2072&language=en</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It's amazing to see how far they have come over the years and suprisingly to find out that my old boyfriend Jan is still living there, minus the suede-patch pants and long, blonde, beaded hair... here's to you Niederkaufungen, Germany for your forward thinking sustainable ways... maybe I'll come for a visit sometime in the near future. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Enjoy the photos... </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEy-SiQqVxyjzkRlB0mLw9Y46eIk50yE5SBLMhHe3T2nfveRBOOUE_sgq7PKs_U69HstrhUlBuKsmm_sIL8HzTnPBgDtRKoj1ykSd1vn-sN9Pdorj30wot2uWJLMH36VTRHuUeZAYtUVr/s1600/beginnings+of+niederkaufungen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEy-SiQqVxyjzkRlB0mLw9Y46eIk50yE5SBLMhHe3T2nfveRBOOUE_sgq7PKs_U69HstrhUlBuKsmm_sIL8HzTnPBgDtRKoj1ykSd1vn-sN9Pdorj30wot2uWJLMH36VTRHuUeZAYtUVr/s320/beginnings+of+niederkaufungen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Beginning... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSN20iblKnKzSjR0T8xRTR-QHp3mdCHWD9N2mUa7-yoAUl4ytKwLlrzAnWX5Y-WV9FlYHqq23DuA-oQyjIGyjGeqPzNx1m5WSEjWfAk01l4xnKxF2kRJaOvsQdtgnwtiJgm9Gir2xo3MqE/s1600/blog+NK+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSN20iblKnKzSjR0T8xRTR-QHp3mdCHWD9N2mUa7-yoAUl4ytKwLlrzAnWX5Y-WV9FlYHqq23DuA-oQyjIGyjGeqPzNx1m5WSEjWfAk01l4xnKxF2kRJaOvsQdtgnwtiJgm9Gir2xo3MqE/s320/blog+NK+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial;">The 'right-wing' of the Tudor farmhouse that helped to restore. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJfDr4NMTxQzcmAFaeQQmfBojT7pKKOOXLRRRfmasWlci7RbOIlSnRZJlv2JNBMyZqmt2a3Jqum3aoAsyrElHX0dYmX05CpnZc1MvvsC-1ENvhTWNX0ouEiodVKfRfmaZGjzMYoKJCaiv/s1600/blog+NK+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJfDr4NMTxQzcmAFaeQQmfBojT7pKKOOXLRRRfmasWlci7RbOIlSnRZJlv2JNBMyZqmt2a3Jqum3aoAsyrElHX0dYmX05CpnZc1MvvsC-1ENvhTWNX0ouEiodVKfRfmaZGjzMYoKJCaiv/s320/blog+NK+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They have their own school on site</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG32UguYAgwMah_WjefGFNqkA-kklbqOQ-1Ptev3Ihh_SWP8igUglj4nWPgfO3UUQIC7xyQwcfsM0UMhJQeX5u4yvHV0Eh39zaLaVbA5LTOBAtkm8QysEIZcnQoPsqmInCdQeeD6uvnkGb/s1600/blog+NK+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG32UguYAgwMah_WjefGFNqkA-kklbqOQ-1Ptev3Ihh_SWP8igUglj4nWPgfO3UUQIC7xyQwcfsM0UMhJQeX5u4yvHV0Eh39zaLaVbA5LTOBAtkm8QysEIZcnQoPsqmInCdQeeD6uvnkGb/s320/blog+NK+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They grow all their own produce and raise all their own animals... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjza6I3NbiF4Wzvv9TSeueVsD_W_TQtrFstCztDwWnAh7-4bKF490lx_D3zgRSnH7eyFtjYrJHIbEkQdFg0kgN9yxOAf3T6rK3nS3hat2yRP84HRFzPxWE2YEXfUkjoHuFrGu_XMf34D0Of/s1600/niederkaufungen+books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjza6I3NbiF4Wzvv9TSeueVsD_W_TQtrFstCztDwWnAh7-4bKF490lx_D3zgRSnH7eyFtjYrJHIbEkQdFg0kgN9yxOAf3T6rK3nS3hat2yRP84HRFzPxWE2YEXfUkjoHuFrGu_XMf34D0Of/s320/niederkaufungen+books.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My favorite photo... </span></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-72774649994339233412010-07-19T15:59:00.000-07:002010-08-03T22:39:11.629-07:00Dead Sea Scrolls and Dr. Cargill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLiJyQtm7ZD7O21rbEUVUknTX_p7arOibKmYVXkKNQkBxwoXUs1F-6dhr1nUWN9A6XXCc9hhpwTohaR8ruHY4JuZU3OZKGfSc9ijPw71QebnSUF-U_uEQiMlOEohl70hUP7aOj95K4rSN/s1600/masada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLiJyQtm7ZD7O21rbEUVUknTX_p7arOibKmYVXkKNQkBxwoXUs1F-6dhr1nUWN9A6XXCc9hhpwTohaR8ruHY4JuZU3OZKGfSc9ijPw71QebnSUF-U_uEQiMlOEohl70hUP7aOj95K4rSN/s320/masada.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Dead Sea Scrolls are truly of one of the most amazing archaeological finds in history. I know we've all heard of the Dead Sea Scrolls, but what more do we know about them except that they are scripts of 'the word of god' found in various caves throughout the Judean desert. But why were they buried in the caves and who wrote them and what is all the fuss about Masada? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well it's clear now to archaeologist that the reason the scrolls were buried in various caves in Judean desert was born out of necessity. They were simply looking to preserve their sacred documents from the falling into the hands of the Romans during the time of the suppression, better known as the Jewish Revolt. The discovery of the Scrolls some 60 years ago and the first studies claimed that they were written by the Essenes, who live in Qumran. These text were found to be from the 'Jewish Bible' or the 'Old Testament', the oldest known text of the Bible. Now when I first began studying archaeology, I had a great deal of interest in Biblical Archaeology, particularly of the Dead Sea Scrolls. Now the study of Biblical Archaeology does or does not mean your a religious archaeologist, but what it does mean to me is that you have a passion for a time in our history that is truly still full of mysteries. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the most fascinating mysteries of the Dead Sea Scrolls involves the last Jewish stronghold situated atop an isolated rock cliff at the western end of the Judean Desert, overlooking the Dead Sea known as Masada. The story of Masada. is an epic and tragic story that is of great importance to the question "Who wrote the Dead Sea Scrolls", now thanks to Dr. Cargill and National Geographic this mystery is being explored as part of a National Geographic show airing July 27, <a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/episode/writing-the-dead-sea-scrolls-5179/Photos#tab-Photos/0">http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/episode/writing-the-dead-sea-scrolls-5179/Photos#tab-Photos/0</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now although I did become an Archaeologist, not a Biblical Archaeologist, I still have a great deal of passion for mysteries of the Bible and the Dead Sea Scrolls. Thanks NG and Dr. Cargill (<a href="http://robertcargill.com/">http://robertcargill.com/</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Stacey "Archaeologist" still fascinated with Biblical Archaeology</span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-20253358673116108542010-03-29T17:32:00.000-07:002010-03-30T14:30:06.057-07:00Remember the outskirts of Cairo when visiting the wonders of Eygpt.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-AXyck5B6uD8BkSZNVxXZx2ztfnCsc5v4HEDlrUaY4Z8YpwgeqVGar0UFkxT6SKvcN-Jox1c_YSOPdacctK232SO8uFr7ZgfBJ9IMPLXgMeXugdpqrOL-B91gKcWC_-26AmsEZqzwAMx/s400/garbage+dreams+cairo.jpg" width="400" /><a href="http://www.inhabitat.com/2009/03/24/sxsw-film-garbage-dreams/">Cairo, Egypt - Poor residents collecting garbage for wages. </a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Cairo, Egypt for someone like me (an archaeologist) it draws thoughts of the Great Pyramids of Giza, the ancient Mosques of Old Cairo, and the Saladin Citadel (El-Qalaa). </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The land of ancient Egypt is breathtaking and magical, but I am reminded that it must always be balanced with the knowledge of the people who built the amazing world of the Egyptians, the working class/slaves.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Like many great structures and societies all over the world, ancient Egypt was built by thousands of 'lower class' workers/slaves who struggled for decades in the extreme heat and harsh conditions. They worked for rulers like Khufu, Khafre, and Tutankhamen to insure their own survival and the survival of their families. Now, a</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">lthough some </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">4000+/- years separate the present from Ancient Egypt's past it is important to be reminded of places located away from the tourist spots and rich cultural attractions. We must look at the outskirts of Cairo. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">With a population of 18 million, Cairo, the largest city in the Middle East and Africa, has no sanitation service. For generations, the city's residents have relied on 60,000 Zaballeen, or "garbage people," to pick up their trash. In the movie Garbage Dreams an independent film with over 20 awards this year is airing PBS in April (http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/garbage-dreams/index.html). The film follows the Zaballeen collection of over 3,000 tons a day of garbage. Hauling the trash back to their villages they are the world's most effective and successful recycling program. Paid only a minimal amount by residents for their garbage collection services, the Zaballeen survive by recycling. While Western cities boast only a 30% recycling rate, the Zaballeen recycle 80% of all the waste they collect. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Zaballeen, who mostly belong to Egypt's minority Coptic Christian community, were originally poor and illiterate farm laborers. Drive out of the rural south due to a lack of work, these disadvantaged farmers saw Cairo's trash as an economic opportunity. They have created a recycling model that costs the state nothing, recycles so much waste and employees tens of thousands of Cairo's poorest. The Zaballeen earn little, but in a country where almost half of the population survives on less than $2 a day, it is a livelihood. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then in 2005, following the international trend to privatize services (think Iraq war) the city of Cairo sold $50 million in annual contracts to 'three' private companies (two from Italy and one from Spain) to pick up Cairo's garbage. Their giant waste trucks now line the streets, but the irony is that their contract only obligates them to recycle 20% of what they collect, leaving the rest to rot in the giant landfills. As foreign workers came in with wast trucks and began carting garbage to nearby landfills, 60,000 Zaballeen saw their way of life disappearing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The movie Garbage Dreams is stunning and should be seen by all, especially if you are planning to go to Egypt anytime soon.</span><br />
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<span lang="fa" xml:lang="fa"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Baghdad was a Mesopotamian treasure where I imagined beautiful architectural structures reaching out to the sun, the welcoming smell of the spices at the market places, the sounds of the ancient language of Persia ringing through the streets and the soft, warm breeze blowing through my delicate loose linen clothing. At this time I had no idea the history of this region, nor what was to become of it in my lifetime. While studying anthropology and archaeology the Gulf War started, and it broke my heart to find out that many of the ancient cities treasures had been stolen or destroyed. At the time the people of Baghdad could do little to nothing to stop their cultural heritage from being lost forever. When the war ended I breathed a sigh of relief, but then came the Iraq War. The museums again were looted and destroyed. Soon there were many scholars and leaders fighting not with guns, but with the drive and passion to save Iraq's cultural heritage. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="fa" xml:lang="fa"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh ... and Happy St. Patrick's Day!!! </span></span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-38776217177194536112010-03-02T11:58:00.000-08:002010-03-02T12:04:30.358-08:00Celebrating Urban Farmer and Activist Will Allen...<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
Organic and Fresh is something that my sister and I have been striving towards since we were just out of high school. Raising two girls on my own I think about fresh, organic and healthy all the time... while of course still tasting fabulous. While still on the search I ran across this amazing Film, Fresh: The Movie.<br />
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In July 2009: Santa Barbara Food Not Lawns and Hope Dance Films hosted a viewing of Fresh, the movie in Santa Barbara. It was a gathering of local Fresh enthusiasts including IV Food Co-op, Fairview Gardens, Avalon Farms, and Shepherd Farms. At the gathering there was yummy and sustainable food along with the opportunity to meet local activists and local farmers. The film FRESH celebrates the farmers, thinkers and business people across America who are re-inventing our food system. FRESH features urban farmer and activist, Will Allen , a 2008 MacArthur’s “Genius Award” fellow; sustainable farmer and entrepreneur, Joel Salatin, made famous by Michael Pollan’s book, the <i>Omnivore’s Dilemma</i>; and supermarket owner, David Ball, who is creating a new market model for our family farmers. FRESH focuses on these inspiring individuals and their initiatives around the US providing inspiration for you to make the change in your own life.</div><br />
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Take a look....the beginning is a bit hard to watch, but the truth about of farming practices often stings a bit. <br />
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To FRESH families....<br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The Cyrene Amphitheatre, erected in the Sanctuary of Apollo by Greek settlers in the 6th Century B.C., is Africa’s largest ancient Greek site. Cyrene is considered one of the most important Classical Greek sites outside of Greece, yet the site is one of the most neglected and endangered UNESCO World Heritage sites in the Mediterranean Basin. Threats to the site include neglect, improper restoration and conservation intervention, looting and a lack of appropriate security protection. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Many Archaeologists, Historic Preservationists, and Scientific Conservationists around the world are working on to save our global heritage. When the Gulf War in Iraq started in the 90s one of my major concerns was obviously for the safety of the civilians, but I also thought about their cultural sites. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sir Winston Churchill once said, <b><i>“We shape our buildings, and afterward our buildings shape us.” </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Global Heritage Fund, a local non-profit organization in Palo Alto, Ca is on a mission </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">to save the earth’s most significant and endangered cultural heritage sites in developing countries and regions through scientific excellence and community development. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Stacey </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-16622917943020482162010-01-20T11:36:00.000-08:002010-01-22T10:40:22.860-08:00The New Wonder Woman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8WVedCQJK_xx94GLpTCWi4-L9ZMuYI4y6gXRYjFUo1Qhg20atuQ0CQr0xF4y62KQY5P-8mAa_6uF-rbbeFrEJGsSSqy6HNSNQeAE82SSe84xl2HMj_3Fzr-NIGinJdjTSrAThZeTzpcN/s1600-h/wonder+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8WVedCQJK_xx94GLpTCWi4-L9ZMuYI4y6gXRYjFUo1Qhg20atuQ0CQr0xF4y62KQY5P-8mAa_6uF-rbbeFrEJGsSSqy6HNSNQeAE82SSe84xl2HMj_3Fzr-NIGinJdjTSrAThZeTzpcN/s1600-h/wonder+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8WVedCQJK_xx94GLpTCWi4-L9ZMuYI4y6gXRYjFUo1Qhg20atuQ0CQr0xF4y62KQY5P-8mAa_6uF-rbbeFrEJGsSSqy6HNSNQeAE82SSe84xl2HMj_3Fzr-NIGinJdjTSrAThZeTzpcN/s400/wonder+woman.jpg" width="312" /></a><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Arial;">I love this so much... here's to all the woman that I admire. You know who you are!</span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-2790880598894974192010-01-20T11:09:00.000-08:002010-07-19T12:09:14.815-07:00Paleo-Future .... 1910 Film Looking Foward<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0A49SetNxudg0uVdwop5GyZZaSUnvxIb5U3YQSRxQJhO9g3gcHIHyos05R825Tu6Kh_EO7T_Pb8ENcTuCitwos0i5YQYnMissIg7R92wdB_ntX2Pr6dF43MKSd2XutWXHuFGOtAQFOPs/s1600-h/newspaper+clipping.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="77" mt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0A49SetNxudg0uVdwop5GyZZaSUnvxIb5U3YQSRxQJhO9g3gcHIHyos05R825Tu6Kh_EO7T_Pb8ENcTuCitwos0i5YQYnMissIg7R92wdB_ntX2Pr6dF43MKSd2XutWXHuFGOtAQFOPs/s400/newspaper+clipping.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><i>The comedy Looking Forward (1910) centers around Jack Goodwin, a chemistry student who discovers a liquid compound which allows people to fall asleep for a determinate period of time without the pitfalls of aging. One day, Jack drinks the potion and wakes up in the year 2010. In addition to the marvels of futuristic “rapid transit facilities,” Jack is shocked to discover that men are in the social and political minority, and do not have the right to vote. In an attempt to “restore order,” Jack becomes a ‘suffragehim’ and is sent to jail for his activities. The female mayor of the city falls in love with Jack and offers to free him from prison if he will marry her. Jack wishes to restore “the rights of men,” however, and refuses to leave prison and accept the proposal unless the mayor signs a decree giving men their liberty. Upon signing, the end of the film shows Jack correcting the bride during the wedding ceremony, leading the Mayor down the a</i><i>isle instead of vice versa and transferring the veil from his head to her head.</i></span></span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is an amazing progressive and off-beat film for 1910 and I love how it breaks new ground just when films are getting started. </span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now if I could actually find a copy of this film I could watch it. </span></div><div style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wow... it's been a year of changes. New home in a new state, new schools for my girls and I am no longer married ... but I wanted to at least blog one time this year to share something very important... </span><br />
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</div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-42896608048241494622008-11-15T16:38:00.000-08:002008-11-15T17:43:29.228-08:00"Long Way Down"...<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Scotland to Africa</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXwNtcCTK96wes_WF4L223V-LIjjgZx53ffrDbGvSTygPcum9moMgj-oFhjv3A2g2eXvtbXHMDnoGhIA3I-G3eFoodVP4dDKKNL0L1RM7zm6JLIp7rKhr98VLOAGoYVZGL5jqqSe7zkIN/s1600-h/mainPic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269063073009655154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXwNtcCTK96wes_WF4L223V-LIjjgZx53ffrDbGvSTygPcum9moMgj-oFhjv3A2g2eXvtbXHMDnoGhIA3I-G3eFoodVP4dDKKNL0L1RM7zm6JLIp7rKhr98VLOAGoYVZGL5jqqSe7zkIN/s320/mainPic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23I2j4_71rnXQz2i8KBdFR6efTecHk9IMQ8gFYe8Y4x-rAkOifHl3yhfewqtuUMsQ9LMq7XQV5p8buPrFLn1mTCd1TiyVopYW5xhPNQ4D0uWf0mPLb2m4k4DFKN5D8UyQmgcc4n3QDBMj/s1600-h/longwaydown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269061198607672706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23I2j4_71rnXQz2i8KBdFR6efTecHk9IMQ8gFYe8Y4x-rAkOifHl3yhfewqtuUMsQ9LMq7XQV5p8buPrFLn1mTCd1TiyVopYW5xhPNQ4D0uWf0mPLb2m4k4DFKN5D8UyQmgcc4n3QDBMj/s320/longwaydown.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dreams... especially travel adventure dreams are so deeply embedded in my soul... I can't stop thinking and talking about travel... so I wanted to share my latest favorite travel, adventure documentary shot in 2007, Long Way Down. It is a follow-up to the 2004, Long Way Round and is a motorcycle journey undertaken by two friends, Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman. They ride south through 18 countries from John o' Groats, Scotland to Cape Town, South Africa. It's amazing...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.longwaydown.com/">http://www.longwaydown.com/</a><br /><br />ok... so I couldn't help but post this picture of Ewan... he 'rocks my world'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0Lj65bM9BDgNECimBu_9yWngkGJPfrP6Wqa_5orjIqr9pd7zVk1MfnQJXbgMxoBPMa_VcXG6lsS-BYfTE2tyN9pAVlGtPocv2t43e3ALXL-8FE6nffXMY6ktoszAO7HCUI-7DROQsQa_/s1600-h/ewan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269061698869631666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0Lj65bM9BDgNECimBu_9yWngkGJPfrP6Wqa_5orjIqr9pd7zVk1MfnQJXbgMxoBPMa_VcXG6lsS-BYfTE2tyN9pAVlGtPocv2t43e3ALXL-8FE6nffXMY6ktoszAO7HCUI-7DROQsQa_/s320/ewan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />StaceyStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-91510319607979706652008-11-09T17:12:00.000-08:002008-11-09T18:07:59.168-08:00“A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.”<span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57xm2DSBEDzQR_Gfw-G376FQVt2AKUeYkiUW269oBMdyVToAEeoJgcew-_9hFWNcGMmsSbJQjz30_4nhxsSYGoV46yZOAwvSJjhE6rzjMUaPQMqpEEpTvInnkHEWIX_dBLgzgG4-kiNX9/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266837786247577458" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57xm2DSBEDzQR_Gfw-G376FQVt2AKUeYkiUW269oBMdyVToAEeoJgcew-_9hFWNcGMmsSbJQjz30_4nhxsSYGoV46yZOAwvSJjhE6rzjMUaPQMqpEEpTvInnkHEWIX_dBLgzgG4-kiNX9/s320/Salvador+Dali0004.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>A Russian Church, in Dutch Harbor, Alaska</strong><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAhm9SlOupTWVoJUdq6pdHRi_MoSujz-bh363xxw56rXVvBWcAgsLqRipm4EI2mIMABTtmd1CBKrJB4aty31lyaUx_CP64L4w0czH6z52kIsM0lMyCpGDytkmE-M0ZYbwVHqQZM7lVJQd/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266837779179844754" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAhm9SlOupTWVoJUdq6pdHRi_MoSujz-bh363xxw56rXVvBWcAgsLqRipm4EI2mIMABTtmd1CBKrJB4aty31lyaUx_CP64L4w0czH6z52kIsM0lMyCpGDytkmE-M0ZYbwVHqQZM7lVJQd/s320/Salvador+Dali0003.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">My hotel, somewhere in Spain</span></strong><br /></span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGmLpU_n9se5FdIzNemv9VoofTG229YBISiwWe9BD7A-fA5gIYFI6va95A5hsoRaoJ06W0_VxRiqhc8YyvlVj9Iff_8HrjX2Kli9QEIgRROTHvq6bENWXWTCvJTA54oHqoRtbTAdQ3xVe/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266837774750299986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGmLpU_n9se5FdIzNemv9VoofTG229YBISiwWe9BD7A-fA5gIYFI6va95A5hsoRaoJ06W0_VxRiqhc8YyvlVj9Iff_8HrjX2Kli9QEIgRROTHvq6bENWXWTCvJTA54oHqoRtbTAdQ3xVe/s320/Salvador+Dali0002.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Barcelona, Spain<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UiyKbpeBffnFYPe9DYT0TncNBSMkQA8hkUCuOPBcEit2o8ItOvKpgbGPB-ws8sM6kKTViBwcO38aL3TN_wB7-fj8ABKB2rrQtVQK_VcjzQf4tgJcgb7x0jEYu4VP3fnjpRXNJIemDe9H/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266837773613233346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UiyKbpeBffnFYPe9DYT0TncNBSMkQA8hkUCuOPBcEit2o8ItOvKpgbGPB-ws8sM6kKTViBwcO38aL3TN_wB7-fj8ABKB2rrQtVQK_VcjzQf4tgJcgb7x0jEYu4VP3fnjpRXNJIemDe9H/s320/Salvador+Dali0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Salvador Dali Museum, Spain<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0sP_NDhByeA5s8vUjXImL5XaSzKZZtyG9zqDVHsbq0yeOqKzi-KZn9N6-oCJC43udDvZIgZ29n9o0tdSmBaqGNeFpcbonJdIyJzTWyccr3_bBpzedT7ir1AIwsKkl7fcVVNKbSn2Oa9j/s1600-h/Germany0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266840759879035330" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0sP_NDhByeA5s8vUjXImL5XaSzKZZtyG9zqDVHsbq0yeOqKzi-KZn9N6-oCJC43udDvZIgZ29n9o0tdSmBaqGNeFpcbonJdIyJzTWyccr3_bBpzedT7ir1AIwsKkl7fcVVNKbSn2Oa9j/s320/Germany0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>At the top of a Cathedral in Strassburg, Germany</strong><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBo_EX3IgaEVkkNyAJobWc1NnMP1f5Dg69ScVrr4U4yYYLQZEJzilO59Heuq9TxNmRQoFTEzicRxsHEAECIhMV77PfHbSNukIsi1_sDzSHv3BPmtNt9nom2T6aR8mXHgrlmVAK1-DL2o5z/s1600-h/Germany0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266840883483405362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBo_EX3IgaEVkkNyAJobWc1NnMP1f5Dg69ScVrr4U4yYYLQZEJzilO59Heuq9TxNmRQoFTEzicRxsHEAECIhMV77PfHbSNukIsi1_sDzSHv3BPmtNt9nom2T6aR8mXHgrlmVAK1-DL2o5z/s320/Germany0002.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Strassburg, Germany</span><span style="font-size:0;"></span></strong></span><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>One of my favorite lines from J.R.R. Tolkien is<span style="color:#333333;"> <em>“Not all those who wander are lost.”</em></span> I've always felt like a wanderer but I've rarely felt that I was lost. </div><div><blockquote></blockquote>When I graduated from High School one of the most import things on my mind was travel. I couldn't wait to buy my first plane ticket. I was ready to see the world and I wanted to go everywhere. My first trip on my own was to Houston, Texas, then Hawaii, then San Felipe, Mexico, then Mazatlan, next was Steamboat Springs, Colorado, then Washington, D.C., next was a Euro-rail trip (Germany and then France), then the next year I was in England, France, Germany, Italy, and then Spain and then I traveled to N.Y. City. Then, I took a break and got my Bachelor's degree, paused briefly after and then took myself to Alaska for 3 weeks. During many of these trips I tried to convince my friends to travel with me, I managed a few times to drag some on them along but travel for them was different and often difficult. My friends were looking for a vacation get-away but I always wanted something more.<span style="font-size:0;"></span></div><div></div><div><blockquote></blockquote>After getting married and having kids, I had the opportunity to travel through my work around the U.S. That was great because I didn't pay for a thing and I was not away from my family long but I was able to spend time in Chicago, Houston, Denver, Atlanta and New York City. Then I headed for the Aleutian Islands in Alaska (scary plane ride with a lot of fisherman in a prop plane). </div><div><span style="font-size:0;"></span></div><div><blockquote></blockquote>While I was married my husband and I traveled a few times across country with our kids (they have been in over half of the states) and I was also very lucky to have the chance to travel across the lower U.S. alone with my Dad a few years back... through Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Missouri, Alabama and then to Georgia. That was fun, especially when I made my dad find a 'Whole Foods' for me in downtown, Albuquerque, New Mexico.<span style="font-size:0;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><blockquote></blockquote>So this blog is dedicated to us travelers... and to future travel with my girls. I really hope to take them to Africa and New Zealand some day... and enough of the mowing the lawn (my metaphor for boring) and hanging out waiting for something to happen...<span style="font-size:0;"></span></div><div></div><br /><div><blockquote></blockquote>Go travel people... bring your kids, quit your job, sell your house... live </div><div></div><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br /><div>Stacey </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-28526365833323094482008-08-22T18:13:00.000-07:002010-01-22T10:42:10.179-08:00Just my favorite photos...<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUGef4KiNxj9Gv66ziaU81yf8ltLJ94d92RpYAnDudDEqSrnU8M1X2YZSVEmEfgmHyJI-UZxZEIntymfVqDZFAm8bxbA0LJuBePM7wx_UqEfq8xaCv0t4jddETrTtWy4z7PVn8eZcTzY3/s1600-h/Chicago+2006.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237515680477484050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUGef4KiNxj9Gv66ziaU81yf8ltLJ94d92RpYAnDudDEqSrnU8M1X2YZSVEmEfgmHyJI-UZxZEIntymfVqDZFAm8bxbA0LJuBePM7wx_UqEfq8xaCv0t4jddETrTtWy4z7PVn8eZcTzY3/s320/Chicago+2006.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"><b>Addisen and Alexey, Chicago's Museum of Modern Art</b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"><b>Addisen hanging out in Cody, Wyoming</b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #333399;">Alexey in Coeur D' Alene, Idaho</span></b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333399;"><b>Addisen, Stacey and Alexey in Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming </b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #333399;">Alexey and Addisen in Yellowstone National Park<br />
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<span style="color: #333399;"><b>Just my favorite photos..</b><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;"></span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-76907419946143592032008-07-20T19:02:00.000-07:002008-07-20T19:21:28.856-07:00The Singing Elvis<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHXp_kGE4iRbctETJ5seD6yLKYKDJ1Qb4niNU3rTdmO-SUX0Gdc7aZScaxAkRJPBPBbn0sscDBXBmw_HLiDiIYRinPdPCzXQdatK7tlQfvg1lf1m33sATGBph03VHUnTHKJmKhZGDE3xJ/s1600-h/KeepPortlandWeird.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225285370737663042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHXp_kGE4iRbctETJ5seD6yLKYKDJ1Qb4niNU3rTdmO-SUX0Gdc7aZScaxAkRJPBPBbn0sscDBXBmw_HLiDiIYRinPdPCzXQdatK7tlQfvg1lf1m33sATGBph03VHUnTHKJmKhZGDE3xJ/s320/KeepPortlandWeird.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmEBM88KEyAZX1JoIdlROVh7qbnTlqyUVH_Lwagx5N0pfmmjhrET6LR4gpDuFK3G1NaMUEBjcilMKLtwr5uLH7pVZ96-v3YC7aOeRjnKFTakVNrCEQQlbyIlsSkRk0PsaH6KtEcAyNGd_/s1600-h/Singing+Elvis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225283900748548418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBmEBM88KEyAZX1JoIdlROVh7qbnTlqyUVH_Lwagx5N0pfmmjhrET6LR4gpDuFK3G1NaMUEBjcilMKLtwr5uLH7pVZ96-v3YC7aOeRjnKFTakVNrCEQQlbyIlsSkRk0PsaH6KtEcAyNGd_/s400/Singing+Elvis.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Last week while I was driving home from work and I was talking on the phone (in Oregon we can talk on our cell phones, drive and listen to someone serenade us Elvis at the same time) to my Mom when an Elvis impersonator drove up next to me at a red light... he said, in his Elvis voice, "Helloo Baby"... I'm Elvis and then he started singing "It's Now or Never"... he followed along side of my car for at least 15 blocks, singing and laughing. Every time I'd try to get away... he'd speed up next to me... he even shouted out "don't try to get away from me darlin"... so I listened and then when he realized that he had missed his turn a few blocks back... he shouted out "See you on the Internet". What did that mean? Anyway, it was fun, funny and weird... so that's what they mean when they say... "<strong>KEEP PORTLAND WEIRD</strong>"</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">What was great about this is that the Elvis impersonator was freely doing his own thing... he had created his own world... I like that... but I still like the 'original' Elvis better. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Stacey</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-11369782621697164382008-07-07T17:17:00.001-07:002008-07-07T17:27:00.668-07:00Alexey... Relaxing in the Pool<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM-u_1c2ucpcmKY9WxRCN32nt6b1S_Q5KYarWcT2VgZ5ejsf04dOc8JGkNrO3kf474eGQdLOgZGE1C9nhNCNIIMtWoOJkbfGBNaB_DKufmd3epI-PeResdLbWwGngIcBPl8W585EvmYqx/s1600-h/First+2+days+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220431505014311906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM-u_1c2ucpcmKY9WxRCN32nt6b1S_Q5KYarWcT2VgZ5ejsf04dOc8JGkNrO3kf474eGQdLOgZGE1C9nhNCNIIMtWoOJkbfGBNaB_DKufmd3epI-PeResdLbWwGngIcBPl8W585EvmYqx/s320/First+2+days+084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Alexey...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIoDUrgYKaw9qQT8f505ZAj-liX3P_0IlTv2wIjy4mQSYQz048BpNkwCPv4ElblmhubwLUxR3DpOCMY8cO6USOAWFWPfIc-WbYJsLUKBxTbCiZ0FtfQibjufI7p-yceKOdUjKCu_4YKRpG/s1600-h/First+2+days+095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220431515331229986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIoDUrgYKaw9qQT8f505ZAj-liX3P_0IlTv2wIjy4mQSYQz048BpNkwCPv4ElblmhubwLUxR3DpOCMY8cO6USOAWFWPfIc-WbYJsLUKBxTbCiZ0FtfQibjufI7p-yceKOdUjKCu_4YKRpG/s320/First+2+days+095.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Pool therapy<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzrhfoBhTiZiqL35A55GHigGw-1fmP_xFRF0GNg-LcOxsUysE_suQ1LEOFLInh2592xIuG7_xTTukwc2uaUUQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-47937230831610683882008-07-07T14:00:00.000-07:002008-07-07T16:14:29.584-07:00Addisen... beauty meets mischievous<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8Wbf-57meDPKpDEU1DeUfGY5m8DTuxWWh3lW0cZ3AFmJIpFrn_RbhncoUWZNV1jMXh02ckOiE21cxrt9E42Agu5XaUNfPlSgsqhYgaTOI8vh2YGJc0ObGi_RSb-gKwcVNFll9WL2mcb0/s1600-h/First+2+days+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220412847150769122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8Wbf-57meDPKpDEU1DeUfGY5m8DTuxWWh3lW0cZ3AFmJIpFrn_RbhncoUWZNV1jMXh02ckOiE21cxrt9E42Agu5XaUNfPlSgsqhYgaTOI8vh2YGJc0ObGi_RSb-gKwcVNFll9WL2mcb0/s320/First+2+days+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7PsrYWbJlHE4tzubr3eGBW7m0OzWxSu9NxCwyUQ4_2nuq0rX9EtrbXvUwXnIwVZ_wqLjEi6ybQsjp7Wl0zTw6r-v9YdmMNJmjq77_f7eDsS-AjsImQdVI4P52x-5nTRXNPkp5PsiZyPOz/s1600-h/First+2+days+040.jpg"></a><br />Just a few minutes prior to the beauty shot... this is what Addisen was doing<br /><a 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzSRVuwCQ5B7X-MWGNe2WQW5zxzxLaXj0Ami6ZzRKHeCGIj5hyphenhyphen6P09hdjlFhWIa5gQfPcADvfV6mtnENPybAVpksHsnKV-FoxuJsiEDrSPaeVjiIQphturF18iJp6AlsrzBw5qcLL_wfM/s1600-h/First+2+days+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220411753718751778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzSRVuwCQ5B7X-MWGNe2WQW5zxzxLaXj0Ami6ZzRKHeCGIj5hyphenhyphen6P09hdjlFhWIa5gQfPcADvfV6mtnENPybAVpksHsnKV-FoxuJsiEDrSPaeVjiIQphturF18iJp6AlsrzBw5qcLL_wfM/s320/First+2+days+027.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYfV_cB7uHPIopurEnl-hBT2WB9upNfaOof4e4LKnzCTsKWKLCyjZun4yjramegbYA-WqC_1X6FwUAyq0SXRjegSB9Lf5m4BCF1YGTf87TfdDv318ykJr5m3276KDbvxB1va754vIeCA2/s1600-h/First+2+days+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220411760208699122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYfV_cB7uHPIopurEnl-hBT2WB9upNfaOof4e4LKnzCTsKWKLCyjZun4yjramegbYA-WqC_1X6FwUAyq0SXRjegSB9Lf5m4BCF1YGTf87TfdDv318ykJr5m3276KDbvxB1va754vIeCA2/s320/First+2+days+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSig9pjCQGrW07Ubof8MvBsUG_D1I4plYWS82TTTvmDZEWcOcgHuqvhFmxOIlhzWdTz1k2bbzSURDEIDfmJn-4Y0Q1Pjnj3t8ePjAzWOvHsUpEesm707hxrX0wyJP37mlQ8OdSvEg1day/s1600-h/First+2+days+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220411764565145314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSig9pjCQGrW07Ubof8MvBsUG_D1I4plYWS82TTTvmDZEWcOcgHuqvhFmxOIlhzWdTz1k2bbzSURDEIDfmJn-4Y0Q1Pjnj3t8ePjAzWOvHsUpEesm707hxrX0wyJP37mlQ8OdSvEg1day/s320/First+2+days+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span>It's so great to see Addisen when she is calm but I also love this adventurous/mischievous side in her. I guess because it reminds me of myself. I know that this would aggravate a lot of parents but I love it!!! I love that she is floating her sandles down this 'human-made' stream in the middle of Windsor, California...<br /><br /><br />As Addisen would say ... 'You Rock'<br /> </span><br /></div><div></div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-36992101459265342802008-07-05T19:19:00.000-07:002008-07-07T12:48:54.865-07:00Family, Friends and Neighbors<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1RnTSDmb3xA1AFqIVN6NFpxAZkjB_VMmPIPN7TngP_CtlRh9lQ-1iKr60m88dWi7Q1mTnqFnQtPNHYvOCa7SqOPw3JMKIQ_rhgoQW9JghD-DoI3kdkATz9cRGPWVftJywvEGkX6J3_5x/s1600-h/week+2+127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359979905636770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1RnTSDmb3xA1AFqIVN6NFpxAZkjB_VMmPIPN7TngP_CtlRh9lQ-1iKr60m88dWi7Q1mTnqFnQtPNHYvOCa7SqOPw3JMKIQ_rhgoQW9JghD-DoI3kdkATz9cRGPWVftJywvEGkX6J3_5x/s400/week+2+127.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;">Addisen at the Warm Puppy Cafe, Santa Rosa, CA</span></strong></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXuwkfoVyyNIgnZv1iIFJTY4APkyyOXu-ebhPI5vorYCDt67FAilFBmR2Iv1YnoduSx4CUqaEU60G5UpdJbuSufBhduQH8GJ5pARo_TTdWf3khaR3lrikTClfdOYoAiA83wbDEDmt9jqE/s1600-h/IMG_0083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359983650000338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXuwkfoVyyNIgnZv1iIFJTY4APkyyOXu-ebhPI5vorYCDt67FAilFBmR2Iv1YnoduSx4CUqaEU60G5UpdJbuSufBhduQH8GJ5pARo_TTdWf3khaR3lrikTClfdOYoAiA83wbDEDmt9jqE/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"><strong>Carolyn and Jaden, Alameda County Fair - Pleasanton</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigQ9zghcvjKGLJJzlBrLvyNnMxwYCEgwwCrRFuse0gm2jBi1gY8scqFreaLcEUPMUvH54Cl50Q0VsnWyUV68hHsCifd5tc7Qe-6mnzdZBqK4BcD-CDmmQZiGg7XSmSTou5WV_4K93W1be/s1600-h/IMG_0305.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220359993511711426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigQ9zghcvjKGLJJzlBrLvyNnMxwYCEgwwCrRFuse0gm2jBi1gY8scqFreaLcEUPMUvH54Cl50Q0VsnWyUV68hHsCifd5tc7Qe-6mnzdZBqK4BcD-CDmmQZiGg7XSmSTou5WV_4K93W1be/s400/IMG_0305.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"><strong>Addisen, Madison and Deanna... B.Day Party at the Bowling Alley</strong></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfKaspG0qZgO0QOX2TcB3lytb2ABVaU717OC9BqEYrbAUpBIxLrQiGlTaw4FqrvXqxzGv6rXno9D_JfYIY012Ua-DOtkcUJqHDMgMaX6uFbX7ILRrrePuFN5dvz1X-yB2Mes07nMj4QWJ/s1600-h/First+2+days+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220356520513210066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfKaspG0qZgO0QOX2TcB3lytb2ABVaU717OC9BqEYrbAUpBIxLrQiGlTaw4FqrvXqxzGv6rXno9D_JfYIY012Ua-DOtkcUJqHDMgMaX6uFbX7ILRrrePuFN5dvz1X-yB2Mes07nMj4QWJ/s400/First+2+days+023.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"><strong>Addisen, Mom, Dad, and Alexey in Windsor, Ca</strong></span></p><p><br />The past few weeks in California have been amazing and I just wanted to say how much fun it was to be with my family again in California... lots of swimming and hanging out in the sun; meeting up with old friends... we tried to see everyone but didn't get to see all of our friends (sorry) and of course coming home to neighbors and friends at work... thanks for a great time in California</p><p><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>California Peeps </strong>-</span> lots of love to Sabina, Mark, Ben, Chris, Kaitie, Faith, Andy, Dad, Mom, Dick, Carolyn, Lawrence, Jaden, Jackson, Deanna, Madison, Melissa C, Dawn, Steve!!! Thanks for the good times!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Portland Friends</strong></span> - thanks Amy, John, Liam and Shawna for taking care of our animals and our house.<br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Portland SWCA</strong></span> - thanks for all the hugs and 'generous' <em>Welcome Back</em> to Portland I received when I got back into work last Wednesday.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lots of Love<br /><br /><br /><br />Stacey, Alexey and Addisen </p>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-43068972626406628752008-06-13T11:51:00.000-07:002010-01-23T01:51:34.104-08:00My Dad, My Other Hero...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4M6cGigAA0JB1dv6DNfgtkAZ7PcyzZELtPrJRhGIQDCJDHY30zV5ONMVbaM7NFcl6Rm_iFgnn4LR9_UtGojocoa6o6959ggkfwBQVLnoQx525M7gKksyX_mgtF8Gm1CyuOmmGnS1onnk/s1600-h/dad+and+richard0001.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211443614256590786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4M6cGigAA0JB1dv6DNfgtkAZ7PcyzZELtPrJRhGIQDCJDHY30zV5ONMVbaM7NFcl6Rm_iFgnn4LR9_UtGojocoa6o6959ggkfwBQVLnoQx525M7gKksyX_mgtF8Gm1CyuOmmGnS1onnk/s320/dad+and+richard0001.jpg" /></a><br />
<div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So Father's Day is coming soon and I wanted to take some time to talk about my Dad. I know there are a lot of great Dads out there but my Dad is by far the best Dad ever. He is kind, nice, and funny but most of all is alway there for me. I have posted one of my favorite pictures of my dad (on the right) and our family friend Richard... Good Times!!!<br />
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</div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-45248741095670952702008-05-23T15:35:00.000-07:002010-01-23T02:00:13.769-08:00So you want to be a Volunteer...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1tnObMHEA3bStWVsmFTWFgo1skq2znuJYufSCFAnTrCBZNBj42CN_YsxdwZfL2Oostntzxnrj2k1NpYh0vHTwE4sY9-5lnRhVa5LWAd5AP2sJEHMxcmQNIudxk736tjH_kek9-7KhYEh/s1600-h/DinosSquareLogoMed.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204133329118101490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1tnObMHEA3bStWVsmFTWFgo1skq2znuJYufSCFAnTrCBZNBj42CN_YsxdwZfL2Oostntzxnrj2k1NpYh0vHTwE4sY9-5lnRhVa5LWAd5AP2sJEHMxcmQNIudxk736tjH_kek9-7KhYEh/s320/DinosSquareLogoMed.jpg" /></a><br />
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<div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have always tried to instill in my girls since a very young age the importance of doing volunteer work. Once they started grade school I would tell them each year to pick something to do for someone else. When they were little we did things like visit the SPCA and donate money or for Hurricane Katrina we picked our a charity to donate money too and we also wrote letters to our representatives asking for more funding for Katrina rebuilding projects. But this year, since the girls are now 10 and 12, we decided we wanted to give our time.<br />
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So Alexey, Addisen and I decided to volunteer at the Oregon Zoo as Zoo Ambassadors. We volunteered not knowing what we would be doing or when but to our surprise we were lucky enough to have the opportunity to volunteer at this year’s Oregon Zoo Dinosaur Exhibit. Now, I may be an archaeologist and the field methods used might be some what the same but there is a big (no joke intended) difference between Archaeology and Paleontology. So, I was a little worried at first because there was so little that I knew about dinosaurs except for the T-Rex and a few others, but the girls were so excited and they seemed to really be interested in the Dinosaurs that I just went along for the ride. To prepare ourselves to become Zoo Ambassadors, Alexey, Addisen and I have had 16-hours of training at the Zoo over the past several weeks and surprisingly I actually now know what a Compsognathus is as well as what a Pachycephalosaurus and I can pronounce their names too…Amazing.<br />
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Anyway, as Zoo Ambassadors we volunteer 4-hours per week at the exhibit as a family from May through September 2008. The best part about it is that it is fun, we feel like we are making a difference in our community and we get to go to the Zoo as often as we like for FREE!!! It really is a great opportunity for the girls to give back to the community but also it is a great chance for them to get to know their local Zoo and to get to know the animals that live there.<br />
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As for the Dinosaur exhibit... it's fantastic and lots of fun. It is when tooth and tale come alive at the Oregon Zoo and where we are given the opportunity to immerse ourselves in the wonders of prehistory, from the safety of the present. I heard a visitor say last weekend … “it’s too bad they have to be animatronics dinosaurs…”… what? what is this guy thinking. Anyway, the exhibit shows the dinosaurs in the ancient rain forest and this is where we come face to face with the gigantic moving exhibit. There is a section to dig for fossils, find dinosaur egg nests, and track a T. Rex, all while making dinosaur discoveries along the way. The exhibit trail is located near the Asian Elephant habitat (which is great as I love Elephants) and throughout the trail there are more than one dozen animatronics dinosaurs that roar, snarl, and move with lifelike ferocity.<br />
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Tomorrow, May 24th is our first official day as Zoo Ambassadors. We are really excited and hopefully on our first day it won't rain and the Dinosaurs will behave.<br />
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<div></div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-67256398813945440222008-04-29T17:07:00.000-07:002010-01-23T02:00:54.853-08:00Addisen and Alexey...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZ388cA0BDkdITgWe5pjrMvA27umsNKQM6CU1J6qgLKu-Pv4K9YSvY2oi5uC-_zoOt9Gndc624S7sxSZhupl-cvI6cLGqFkvMazsGchODv4jQK0i1_l7ZoMSzuiDJMLhBnPqq9msI0V_t/s1600-h/Alexey+and+Addisen+Horseback+riding.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194824883520106402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZ388cA0BDkdITgWe5pjrMvA27umsNKQM6CU1J6qgLKu-Pv4K9YSvY2oi5uC-_zoOt9Gndc624S7sxSZhupl-cvI6cLGqFkvMazsGchODv4jQK0i1_l7ZoMSzuiDJMLhBnPqq9msI0V_t/s320/Alexey+and+Addisen+Horseback+riding.jpg" /></a><br />
<div><span style="color: #660000;">J<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ust a last minute addition...</span><br style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Horses and little girls... loads of fun. Oh and as promised the next blog really will be 'Volunteering at the Oregon Zoo'</span><br style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /> <br style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Stacey</span></span><br />
</div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-15969681679715081032008-04-25T19:45:00.000-07:002010-01-23T02:02:37.371-08:00A Horse, Fish and a Pug... Animals and Childhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333;">Childhood and Animals go hand in hand... When I was growing up in the Bay Area I always dreamed of having a horse for my own. I wanted a Palomino or Stallion. Every year on my birthday until the 6th grade before I blew out the candles on my cake I would wish for a horse. I just knew one day I would have a horse. Then one day... when I was in 6th grade on a Christmas morning my dad said to my sister and I "<i>go out side and check to see whose there</i>". It was a cold day and we weren't quiet sure what our dad was up to but we ran to the front door and when we opened it there was a beautiful Shetland pony. His name was "Rusty" and he was standing on our front porch. It was a great day. </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">Good ol' Rusty he was a beauty and soon I would come to find out that he also had a temper. One day after my dad had built our corral, shed/barn for our new pony he decided to put a 'big horse' saddle on Rusty and then he told my sister Sabina to get on... of course she refused (some sort of smart girl intuition that apparently I had not acquired) and so my dad told me to get on... so of course I did. Very soon afterwards I found myself flying through the air and landing on my back near the fence of the corral. I was stunned and a bit scared... all Sabina could do is laugh. We didn't have Rusty for long but he was quiet a horse and I did love him. </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">Anyway, a few years later when I was 15 I decided I wanted some fish and so I got a very large fish tank with about 1/2 a dozen different fish. Unfortunately, within a few weeks I had killed them all by over feeding them... </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">Now my daughter Alexey wants a pug this summer. I love dogs, so I am thinking I can't wait to get a dog this summer and as long as we don't put a saddle on the it or I am not in charge of the feeding than I think we'll be just fine. </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">Anyway what is childhood like without Pets. It teaches children responsibility, love, caring, acceptance... and you know the rest. </span><br />
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</div>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-56209655063939762152008-04-17T19:01:00.000-07:002008-04-17T20:14:00.525-07:00Good Times.. Good Times...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i6Kku7_DXOVKcssWvqkDdosJZ4c1KWpseKbAWC8Me6TyPznyEbySfLFfOYRZvTQEKwPcZ90o3leLKZVAJWW2pIJArUwtb6uJ0RlVAIqMFlLkjsh3zidvCP6-YAMu0KcmXre3zJk-YQiq/s1600-h/023_20A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190401509854852434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i6Kku7_DXOVKcssWvqkDdosJZ4c1KWpseKbAWC8Me6TyPznyEbySfLFfOYRZvTQEKwPcZ90o3leLKZVAJWW2pIJArUwtb6uJ0RlVAIqMFlLkjsh3zidvCP6-YAMu0KcmXre3zJk-YQiq/s320/023_20A.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Donner Lake, 2002<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>Idea:</strong> Think of a word or a saying that keeps you in the moment, or reminds you of the past, a word that keeps the peace or one that just makes you laugh.<br /><br />My girls, Alexey and Addisen and I have picked up on a saying that just makes us laugh... 'Good Times... Good Times'... We say this around the house all the time and I like it because even when we're not having good times, I say it anyway. Annoying, yes... but good annoying (there is such a thing) you know.<br /><br />So here's to past good times... and annoying good times to come<br /><br />Stacey</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-83100549715922651162008-04-14T13:41:00.000-07:002008-04-15T13:32:17.857-07:00Music, Smarts and Happiness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqAyCpDVUQyfG-VIon_9uIbW_-VyRbLlToIxdE8LHCG0oa2xlHXnG1IziO99pyYt0qhkowRxcy1Es71T41S_tBDOeGv-eUPVvQQ3-ji-HDYsmSvi7rIkmVyVuo1QEP81mzeryM-dhKB6f/s1600-h/eddie300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189557780709422402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqAyCpDVUQyfG-VIon_9uIbW_-VyRbLlToIxdE8LHCG0oa2xlHXnG1IziO99pyYt0qhkowRxcy1Es71T41S_tBDOeGv-eUPVvQQ3-ji-HDYsmSvi7rIkmVyVuo1QEP81mzeryM-dhKB6f/s320/eddie300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CmsNwFeydX4_2jx1p-6s4odL6XKykGqR_3-jApv0weAX60mpHNVs9J2F_4sRSjAhfGhEkxA4QHmRnqCAzykKWK5EPyh0Pt6WEiYAELdjF1p4CQD3XVOGeaxofVXRhk26vI9LxpIQIb53/s1600-h/spaceball2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189556255996032306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_CmsNwFeydX4_2jx1p-6s4odL6XKykGqR_3-jApv0weAX60mpHNVs9J2F_4sRSjAhfGhEkxA4QHmRnqCAzykKWK5EPyh0Pt6WEiYAELdjF1p4CQD3XVOGeaxofVXRhk26vI9LxpIQIb53/s200/spaceball2.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span>Music = Smarts: The influence of music on society can be clearly seen from modern history. Music helped Thomas Jefferson (the good looking President) write the Declaration of Independence. When he could not figure out the right wording for a certain part, he would play his violin to help him. The music helped him get the words from his brain onto the paper. Also, in case you didn't know, Albert Einstein is recognized as one of the smartest men who has ever lived. A little known fact about Einstein is that when he was young he did extremely poor in school. His grade school teachers told his parents to take him out of school because he was "too stupid to learn" and it would be a waste of resources for the school to invest time and energy in his education. The school suggested that his parents get Albert an easy, manual labor job as soon as they could. His mother did not think that Albert was "stupid". Instead of following the school's advice, Albert's parents bought him a violin. Albert became good at the violin. Music was the key and even Einstein himself said that the reason he was so smart was because he played the violin. He loved the music of Mozart and Bach the most. Also, not to compare myself with Jefferson or Einstein, but when I was an undergraduate at San Francisco State University I learned that if I listened to classical music right after studying for a test and just prior to taking 'said' test that I would retain the lessons learned easier than with 'traditional' methods of studying and I have to say my grades did improve.<br /><br />Music = Happiness: What is the relationship between music and happiness? You know that feeling when a song that really 'gets you' is played. There is a beautiful passage in a book called "Home of Gentry", by Ivan Turgenev, where the protagonist of the novel listens to a piece of music being played on the piano that touches him to the very depths of his soul. The power that music has over us is so incredible and so facinating... One great problem that arises in trying to study music's emotional power is that the emotional content of music is very subjective. A piece of music may be undeniably emotionally powerful, and at the same time be experienced in very different ways by each person who hears it. The emotion created by a piece of music may be affected by memories associated with the piece, by the environment it is being played in, by the mood of the person listening and their personality, by the culture they were brought up in: by any number of factors both impossible to control and impossible to quantify.<br /><br />Happiness to me is anytime... anywhere that I hear Eddie Vedder's voice... I'm definitely happier and maybe even smarter too!<br /><br />Go... Listen ... Be Happy...<br /><br />Stacey<br /></span></div><div><span><a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/--36357975">http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/--36357975</a></div></span>Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784214043534799506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955768041902184820.post-36927005742607753872008-04-02T13:29:00.000-07:002010-01-23T01:52:25.329-08:00King Corn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EFzF7lEBk-ZneA317BrcojZ5QX35aL9IjkD6Tw6geyO8bWVw0p3oBMmmrXP7mkFtbD-DyVcwUeUM8nKelBJVLGsX5OyOA23l4a6toa46-iDsltQct1c8V6cgBIzYwi0ePjtRuX9DCH4h/s1600-h/HiResTitleImage.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184758626077626482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EFzF7lEBk-ZneA317BrcojZ5QX35aL9IjkD6Tw6geyO8bWVw0p3oBMmmrXP7mkFtbD-DyVcwUeUM8nKelBJVLGsX5OyOA23l4a6toa46-iDsltQct1c8V6cgBIzYwi0ePjtRuX9DCH4h/s320/HiResTitleImage.jpg" /></a><br />
<div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>This documentary is amazing and if</b><b> you eat </b><b>corn or want to know a bit more about </b><b>the corn you eat... go out and rent this </b><b>movie. Here are some details to get you </b><b>interested. </b><br />
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King Corn is a feature documentary about two friends, one acre of corn, and the subsidized crop that drives our fast-food nation.<br />
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In King Corn, Ian Cheney and Curt Ellis, best friends from college on the east coast, move to the heartland to learn where their food comes from. With the help of friendly neighbors, genetically modified seeds, and powerful herbicides, they plant and grow a bumper crop of America’s most-productive, most-subsidized grain on one acre of Iowa soil. But when they try to follow their pile of corn into the food system, what they find raises troubling questions about how we eat—and how we farm. <br />
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Almost everything Americans eat contains corn: high fructose corn syrup, corn-fed meat, and corn-based processed foods are the staples of the modern diet. Ready for an adventure and alarmed by signs of their generation’s bulging waistlines, college friends Ian Cheney and Curt Ellis know where to go to investigate. Eighty years ago, Ian and Curt’s great-grandfathers lived just a few miles apart, in the same rural county in northern Iowa. Now their great-grandsons are returning with a mission: they will plant an acre of corn, follow their harvest into the world, and attempt to understand what they—and all of us—are really made of.<br />
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Ian and Curt arrive in the Midwest enthusiastic about their new endeavor. Iowa’s newest farmers lease an acre of land from a skeptical landlord and fill out a pile of paperwork to sign up for subsidies. The government will pay them $28 to grow their acre of corn—the first of many steps that reinforce the idea that more corn is what America needs.<br />
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Ian and Curt start the spring by injecting ammonia fertilizer. The chemical promises to increase yields fourfold, fueling the mission of abundance laid out for them. Then it’s planting time, and with a rented tractor, Ian and Curt set 31,000 seeds in the ground in 18 minutes. Their seed has been genetically modified for high yields and herbicide tolerance, and when the seedlings sprout, Ian and Curt apply a powerful spray to ensure that only their corn will thrive on their acre.<br />
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But where will all that corn go? Ian and Curt leave Iowa to find out, first considering their crop’s future as feed. In Colorado, rancher Sue Jarrett says her cattle should be eating grass. But with a surplus of corn, it costs less to raise cattle in confinement than to let them roam free: “The mass production of corn drives the mass production of protein in confinement.” Animal nutritionists confirm that corn makes cows sick and beef fatty, but it also lets consumers eat a $1 hamburger. Feedlot owner Bob Bledsoe defends America’s cheap food, but as Ian and Curt see in Colorado, the world behind it can be stomach turning. At one feedlot, 100,000 cows stand shoulder-to-shoulder, doing their part to transform Iowa corn into millions of pounds of fat-streaked beef.<br />
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Following the trail of high fructose corn syrup, Ian and Curt hop attempt to make a home-cooked batch of the sweetener in their kitchen. But their investigation of America’s most ubiquitous ingredient turns serious when they follow soda to its consumption in Brooklyn. Here, Type II diabetes is ravaging the community, and America’s addiction to corny sweets is to blame.<br />
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The breadth of the problem is now clear: the American food system is built on the abundance of corn, an abundance perpetuated by a subsidy system that pays farmers to maximize production. In a nursing home in the Indiana suburbs, Ian and Curt come face-to-face with Earl Butz, the Nixon-era Agriculture Secretary who invented subsidies. The elderly Butz champions the modern food system as an “Age of plenty” Ian and Curt’s great-grandfathers only dreamed of.<br />
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November pulls Ian and Curt back to Iowa. Their 10,000-pound harvest seems as grotesque as it is abundant. They haul their corn to the elevator and look on as it makes its way into a food system they have grown disgusted by. At a somber farm auction, Ian and Curt decide to tell their landlord they want to buy the acre. The next spring their cornfield has been pulled from production and planted in a prairie, a wild square surrounded by a sea of head-high corn. <br />
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King Corn was shot over the course of 2004 and 2005. The narrative is rooted in the rural town of Greene, Iowa (pop. 1015), where Ian and Curt grew their acre of corn. <br />
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