So, sorry for the late update...almost a month! May was a rough month for all sorts of reasons, and one of those reasons was that my new computer broke down. Two weeks to figure out what was wrong with it, and it is still not completely back to normal. However, I have the time and the ability to drop a note.
First thing, I really want to make the blog more than just about international criminal law and politics. Tami has given me some ideas, and once I get some of my pictures back (saved on a drive at work until my computer gets back to normal), I will have some stories to share, like my fun ten days cat sitting, the crazy bats in my stairwell, Socheata Puma, and the Bangkok movie theatre experience!
http://www.bostonmagazine.com/articles/the_argument_the_prep_gets_the_last_laugh/page1
Wanted to share a weblink that my father sent to me about one thing everyone knows about me before I even open my big mouth....my preppy-ness. As my family and I have consistently said, preppydom is not, at its core, about country clubs, martinis, Buffy, and low taxes. While people who embodied these things and value them are certainly "preppy" to a degree, that was more of a recent phenomenon, and these people hi-jacked "preppy" for altogether different reasons than its true roots. True preppies are frugal, into old worn-out things, liberal (more or less), and not flashy in the bit (although I take on the flashy bit in my preppiness :) ) My dad came across an article that discussed the true heritage of "preppy" (and some interesting stories about the humble beginnings of many particular pieces of preppy clothing, many of which I wear and get flak for wearing (i.e. Nantucket reds, bright colors, madras)) and how applicable "preppy" actually is in lean economic times, like the current worldwide financial recession. Dad particularly liked the sentence about driving a rusty old Volvo (Dad obviously liked this line since he drives a 1989 maroon Volvo station wagon affectionately called "Ulga"...or is it "Olga" in proper Swedish?)
Finally, "the dream" has come true. I am now (or more accurately, my parents $ is) a Denver Broncos Season Ticket Holder. The average wait time is 15-17 years, but I made it in 7! I was awarded a spot, and would have done anything to buy them, but financial issues with my new UN contract (by the way, I have a UN contract! I am a legal consultant working for peanuts, but it is a start) made buying them impossible at this point. Thankfully, the parents jumped in to save the day and this (I hope) means I will be a season ticket holder for many years to come! Anyone interested in buying our tickets at face value, feel free to contact someone in the Hale Clan. Hey, it really could be worse people...take a look at this webpage http://www.denverpost.com/ci_12486571
Is it weird that I am jealous of this guy?
Stay tuned for more post.
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May was a rough month because we left, wasn't it?! How's the new American? Wedding in 18 days! Eek! I miss you!
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