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Jaime for the Fourth of July at ST
by via OE 30 Jun '14

30 Jun '14

The Fourth of July There is nothing moresacred in the holidays of the United States than the Fourth of July. I am writing from across the northern borderin Calgary, Alberta where we just celebrated the bright red of Canada Day ofJuly 1. The young Canadianvisa officer who welcomed me at the airport asked how long I intended to stay,and had I been in Canada before, so I told him that I planned on being aroundfor a couple of weeks but that I lived in the 70s in Saskatchewan. He gave me a long face and said: “Oh, I feelsorry for you!” Perhaps, he was justshowing me an example of the Canadian understated sense of humor though I foundout later that there is a sporting rivalry and social competition between thetwo provinces. Some comments I madeof late on the U.S. sound anti-American. I do not consider myself a contrarian but it iswell to reflect on my country from outside its borders, particularly from theland of Justin Bieber who delights in the company of American ladies and TorontoMayor Rob Ford who sniffs the white snuff readily available in our streets;there is a sporting but competitive ambience between the two countries. One of the things weutter on the Fourth of July is our pledge of allegiance. "I pledgeallegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic forwhich it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justicefor all." A chronology of thepledge with additions in italics shows that the pledge began in 1892 simplyas: "Ipledge allegiance to my Flag and the republic for which it stands, one nationindivisible, with liberty and justice for all." By 1922, “and the republic” became “and to the republic”. By 1923, it became “allegiance to the Flag of the United States,” with “the United States of America” made specific by 1954, and finally, “one Nation under God,” from 1954 to the present. The religious amongstus quarreled over the addition of “under God” inserted during President Eisenhower’swatch, with the non-theist questioning the propriety of a loaded religiousphrase in a secular pronouncement. Thedebate continues, though no longer on the denominational divide in Christendomas it once was, to the issue of religious relevance in the secular, scientificand urban world. “Indivisible” is realityin progress. Satirist Borowitz in theNew Yorker wrote when Kerry urged Maliki to convene a unity government thatIraq might actually get a unity government before the United States gets closeto being one. PM Maliki, of course,junked Kerry’s suggestion since conflict rather than conciliation is the languageof relationship in the region of black gold. At least the Iraqis are forthright without the pretense we go throughcharade in the U.S. political process. On “liberty andjustice for all,” we strain hard to even come close to claiming that we areworking on the project. In 1866, thefirst Civil Rights Act was passed to protect the African-American former slaveswho became citizens to be treated equally under the law. That did not happen. It is now the 50th year of the CivilRights Act of 1964, almost a century after the 1866 Act, outlawingdiscrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin. JFKstarted the ’64 Act, and LBJ the consummate Congressional master got it passedwithout much of a hitch, getting it refined in ’65 with the Voting Rights Act, addingequal housing in ’68, and the disabled, mentally ill, and the elderlythereafter. It remains a work inprogress though Obama gave the race issue a major dent from the discrimination Iencountered in ’65. So, “liberty and justice for all” remains a work inprogress, particularly if one lives in Castro District of SF in the Bay Areawith the LGBT crowd appropriately leading the WorldPride March this Fourth ofJuly, now observed as a multi-gender celebration around the world. Some of my colleagues now concede that thelegal status of same-sex marriage is a done deal (more pro States exceed the con), like the way the Civil Rights Act1964 led to the legal emancipation of the African-American from the structuresof racial segregation, but the specifics of the unraveling remain a painfulordeal to many. “Outlawing discrimination based on race, color,religion, sex, or national origin” was the ’64 Civil Rights Act’s intent. New Zealand’s 17 percent Maori made thecountry bilingual, and the 14 percent Asians that include rich Chinese has somefolks talking about a multilingual civil society. There are many in the U.S. who wants to retain an“English” only national character though signage in some States and majorcities are in “Spanish and English”. Werecently commented how many residents are from Asia and Mexico west of theRockies. With the Mongolian NativeAmericans, the west coast of America might just as well be the East Pacificcoast of Asia! So the Fourth of July is no longer just recalling the heroicpatriots and militiamen of Concord and Lexington of pre-1776 declaration ofIndependence. The Fourth of July in ourtime is a celebration of the harmony in diversity that is a possible choice ofcitizens in a landmass shrinking in the digitized world. Nosdejo. Let’s. Soyons. j'aime la vie pinoypanda2031(a)aol.com yesterday, appreciate; tomorrow, anticipate; today. participate. In all, celebrate!

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Jaime for Thursday ST
by via OE 30 Jun '14

30 Jun '14

Privacy “Opening up and reform” is Deng Xiaoping’s mantra thatopened the economic floodgates of the Chinese market. I ask my Chinese students to leave their“faces” outside the classroom door so that they can meet their authentic selvesin speaking about their objective selves, feelings expressed, thoughtsarticulated, and willful acts openly planned and shared, through a foreignlanguage. I request them to be morepublic and be less private. In the last three months, close associate called my attentionto the issue of privacy. Surfing incyberspace can easily distort personal images. I wrote an article where I mentioned the Chinese word “ni ge” soundinglike the racist word “niggah” in relationship to a widely seen clip of theClippers’ Donald Sterling. I alsomentioned an associate of African descent. He indicated that he preferred his name not be associated with the word,an occurrence known to happen when googling. I wrote a “one year, one page” bioprofile for my grandsons,and ended up sharing the output with the net of my immediate family. One of my relations was not too keen inhaving her children be identified by real names. Last week, I mentioned my four grandsons byname in this column and was quickly reminded that cyberspace has people whotake advantage of real identities, and my narrative could serve my purposes aswell with just fictitious names. I do not think there was disapproval nor reprobationintended by those who expressed their preferences, as another colleague clearlystated that he did not doubt the nature of my intent, but nonetheless, in atime when media bombard us with images of the bogeyman lurking not too farafar, it is not surprising that our reflexes go on defense, and be vigilant onoffense when necessary. The contrast is stark. Chinese culture needs to open up to the value and virtue of being trulya real individual rather than just be a peon in a crowd, or digit in a unit ofa roll call. Conversely, we have adigitized world where one can cheaply access the record of everyone in thepublic domain, on one’s profile and those of others, much to the chagrin ofthose who would rather keep certain information private. As a journalist, I am aware how easily a distortion inperception can be manipulated, if not abused on the printed and broadcastmedia. Many a writer and a broadcastertakes cover behind “reliable sources” to disguise blatant slants for the sakeof favored sensationalized story. It isthereby understandable that many would rather stay away from exposing theirdetails on open public stare. Privacy, however, is an internal state of integrity ratherthan an antiseptic slate of social standing and privileged psychical space. It is not a territory to be guarded by anxiety-filleddefense granted the sordid intents of others. There is the disturbing trend to turn into protected public face, whereprivacy is equal to keeping a socially acceptable, or even safe profile withoutthe gauge of authenticity, truth, and reality. That’s when anxieties override the carefree but authentic living of ourlives, to defending and refurbishing our public image. There are programs in the Internet that provide introductory99 cents’ offer to access all the public record of a bioprofile (civil andcriminal), plus identified relations; they even a list the number of attemptsmade by others to access one’s record. (A disclaimer: I had not availed of the service so I do not know if the offeridentifies WHO accessed my record.) Still, I do not mean to invalidate the fears of many withregards to the perceived invasion of their privacy, nor will I discard theirfears. Privacy is a legally protectedterrain though anything in public record is fair game for the asking. There lies the scare; we teeter between the“public’s need to know” as well as guard “privileged information” as a matterof personal right. Many in the west are gettingused to the objective accessibility of information on public records now madeavailable in the digitized world. With incidences of young children suing their parents sothey can chart the course of their own destiny over and above parental wishes,parents and grandparents can no longer be cavalier in their mention of realnames in their recollections, memoirs, and personal narratives. That’s what this grandpa was called toaccount when I casually mentioned actual names of, inter alia, my children and grandchildren. This column has, however, been clear that we do not writeabout a theme or a topic to inform or conduct a cognitive discussion, or mentionour self so others can know us, but to elicit from readers their ownreflections of their circumstances, personal and social, using my ownexperience and relation to trigger the reflective exercise. Privacy, a slippery slope, heads in many directions. In the west, it is spilling out into thepublic domain with the visualizing capacity of drones equipped with cameras, andfears of invasion of privacy have become rampant. On the other hand, where there is a longtradition of hiding behind veiled doors and great walls, we know that opening-upis the only option for reform. j'aime la vie pinoypanda2031(a)aol.com yesterday, appreciate; tomorrow, anticipate; today. participate. In all, celebrate!

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Jaime for Wednesday, July 2
by via OE 30 Jun '14

30 Jun '14

The final copy for Wednesday. Letting go of San Francisco There is nothing inSan Francisco that does not tug on my heartstrings. This city was my entry into the NA continentin ‘65, and after the melodramatic passage under the Golden Gate Bridge in thatAugust morning, I alighted on Embarcadero from a 20-day cross-Pacific sail fromManila to SF via HK, Yokohama, and Honolulu. At sunset, billeted with relations on the foothills of Oaklandoverlooking the Bay, the sight of a fogless bridge and the wharf overlooking mybay window served as the backdrop of the uncontrolled tears that streamed downmy eyes. I was twenty; twenty daysbefore, my mother saw me off South Harbor in Manila Bay, to come halfway aroundthe globe for graduate school. I came back to SF ayear later in ‘66, and spent half a summer when I turned 21 by Union Squaregetting familiar with cable cars, Geary, Stockton, Market and Powel streets. SF has since become the city where thenorthern CA members of INHS60 (my high school class in the Philippines) do nothesitate to find an excuse to get together in South San Francisco. This visiting classmate is treated as a longlost brother. I showed up almost 50years after I last saw a shadow of any of them since I skipped the class’ graduation! More recently, mysecond daughter’s family of Irish husband and two boys, moved to the foothillsof the East Bay in the Oakland area. After being spoiled a week by my eldest daughter, her husband and herfamily (two grandsons, too) in Chicago, it was my second child’s turn to spoilthis old coot on his farewell appearance in North America. They make home in Concord and thanks to theBART (Bay Area Rapid Transit), they are only a 30-minute rail trail from theEmbarcadero and Market train station. A colleague who livesby the Marina had me billeted at the Holiday Inn by the Fisherman’s Wharf one day last week with afamily dinner. My daughter made sure Ihad protection from the evening winds that hit on the unwary out-of-townvisitor, letting me don an Irish Sport’s pullover jacket, and since I waswithin walking distance to the famed Lombard St. zig-zag road, graced withcolorful flower pots this season of the year, I blended well though oddly tothe numerous tourists in town as an Asian Irish sports’ fan. I thought of cracking crab legs at the Fisherman’sWharf but I was informed that the service was expensive and the fare is, atbest, crabby! I was a studenttourist in ’66 when I first came to be a summer resident in the city. It was my first summer in the country after ayear of schooling in Kentucky. I thoughtI would be a bellboy at the Francis Drake Hotel but that summer, the friendlyskies of United went empty when UA employees decided to strike, depriving thecity of more than half of its regular tourists. A dent on the hotel occupancy left me without a summer job in the city. An outfit that preyedon foreign students, who expressed themselves relatively well in English, luredus to conduct “market analysis” in neighborhoods; I joined them (a Norwegian,Swede, Chinese, and I comprised a team) in knocking on doors to “place”Colliers’ Encyclopedia into “qualified” homes. Professor Mortimer Adlerof the Great Books’ fame had a well-crafted sales pitch we used: “Just for theprice of a pack of cigarettes a day (25 cents at the time), a set ofencyclopedia with a wooden bookcase would be sent to qualified families,” wesaid, after an engaging and well-spirited 30-45 minute presentation, leafingthrough the plastic laminated pages of book samples. Bonus books were added if the targeted couple(we knocked on homes that had children’s toys in the yard) wrote a check of$375 for the whole set to cover the yearbooks that followed the next ten years. Our team stayed onwheels and motels during the week as we scoured the suburban landscape for our marksaround UC at Berkeley and the foothills north to Richmond and south to Hayward,even putting on a week around Eureka’s lumber and timber towns, and cruisingalong Stanford U in Palo Alto when a cop gently reminded me that it was illegalto knock on people’s doors to sell something without securing first a permitfrom the local business bureau. That’s when my sanitypinged back and immediately resigned from the sales force. I was never good at closing out a sale anyway,for though I supported the notion of “placing a library into qualifiedfamilies’ homes,” I knew too well that the pitch was a ruse for a well-craftedsale. I was not selling Hoover vacuumcleaners, but the method was the same, so I could just as well have been, andit was illegal. My INHS60 classmates gottogether at an SSF residence and they provided a warm and convivial send-out forme. The Pinoy food added to the 10 lbs.that already girded my girth gained since I landed in North America some four weeksbefore. The voices in Iloko spokenfreely and fluently was music, and when one of our musical talents set herfingers on the piano keyboard, we started belting out what could have beeneasily serenade songs in our youth. Over breakfast, I chattedmerrily with my hosts before I was driven to the airport for my flightout. They were polite by not mentioningthe obvious. I was wearing my shirtinside out. (They said, they did not notice.) Not a fashionstatement. I was old and forgetful (leftbehind my pony tail cap, as well). But itwas time to get out of town. j'aime la vie pinoypanda2031(a)aol.com yesterday, appreciate; tomorrow, anticipate; today. participate. In all, celebrate!

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Jaime's July 1 Tuesday for ST
by via OE 30 Jun '14

30 Jun '14

Forwarding 4 outputs for Saipan Tribune this week. The usual caveat; curious, you are welcome, not, see you at the next bend. Jaime Whangara’s whalerider I did not make it to Whangara when my second wife and Idrove around the North and South Islands of New Zealand one half-a-month azillion years back. My second daughterwith my primal spouse spent her last year in High School in a town in the SouthIsland near the ferry town of Nelson in the 90s, and I recently visited herfamily (Irish husband and two boys) in Concord CA by the Diablo mountain whereshe let me watch her copy of the movie, the WhaleRider, set in the novel, and filmed, in Whangara, North Island, New Zealand. I recently celebrated the bonne femme of colleagues who gathered in Bonham, Texas a few weeksback as we recognized once more that we are as a specie way behind in walkingour talk on gender equality. For thoseof us who benefit from the shadows of patriarchy, we can never be confessionalenough about our active participation in ignoring the Chinese sage’s wisdom thatdeclares: “women hold half of the sky” (funu neng ding ban bian tian). The movie. The main character, played by a young Aussie girlKeisha Castle-Hughes who three years later showed up in Star Wars III, and ayear later, Mary in Nativity, isnamed Paikea “Pai” Apirana. In themovie, she is the daughter of a young Maori father Porourangi, whose wife, andson, a twin to “Pai”, die at childbirth. Porourangi is strained from his father, the chief warrior of hiscommunity; he refuses to follow after his father’s footsteps, and will notallow his father to “use” him again to sire another child. Thefather, Paikea’s grandpa, is Koro, dye-in-the-wool stuck in the maleprerogative to lead the Maori. But notjust male prerogative; he must be the first son, for his second son is just asable but he refuses to bestow on him the privilege to train as the new chiefwarrior. While he was emotionally closeto first born granddaughter Paikea, he resisted letting “Pai” grow up to leadthe community, although she was willing and able to play the role. Koroprepares the male kids to be warriors; Pai learns how to be one on the side,including the ability to utter traditional Maori chants without grandpa’sassistance, in spite of grandpa’s disdain for her progressive assertiveness. TheMaori of Koro’s chants claim to have come from the island of Havai’i, whichwould be in Tahiti of French Polynesia, previously from Sava’i in Samoa. From Havai’i, legend had it that a warriorrode a whale to lead the Maori to the island. Thus, the whale rider. Korotakes his students to the ocean and drops the chief’s main symbol of a whalebone into the deep water, admonishing the students that whoever brings it backup gets to be the new chief. Two boys cannotlocate it, another two fight over it, subsequently dropping it on the way upfor air. Koro’s #2 son who was with the groupwhen the whalebone was dropped takes Pia to the site, and, of course, she comesup with it, alongside with a live lobster for the pot for good measure! I amgoing in details here because this story, more than a decade old, is couched inthe metaphor of a Polynesian culture that may easily be dismissed as a relic ofthe past. In reality, the ascendancy ofthe female of the specie to be at par with the social status of their malecounterpart is clearly non-existent even in supposedly enlightened civilsociety like the United States. Worst,females getting beaten up globally seemed to have gotten more prominence in thereporting of late. Backto the movie. A pod of whales strandthemselves on the sand of Whangara to die, resistant of any attempt by theMaori to get them back into the water. Pia decides to ride the biggest one, and ride she does, holding herbreath under water as the rest of the herd heads out to the open sea. Koro meanwhile gets his whalebone backinformed that it was retrieved by the granddaughter! A melodramatictale, it is. Controversial issues areoften better dealt with in metaphors rather than objective logicaldiscourse. My life has been surroundedwith feminine presence throughout my existence so far, and partly matriarchalin my upbringing since Dad went to graduate school in another country when Iwas but ten, the matrilineal line of our Pacific culture (as opposed to theSpanish patrilineal bent) got accented. That’s probably why I have sensitivity to my own contribution in thedastardly affair of reflexive cultural machismo. What has becomeclear, like any liberation movement of note, is that the outsider cannot holdthe fort. The insiders will have to plottheir own assertiveness to succeed. Butlike the Caucasians and non-Africans during the U.S. civil rights movement, wewere but a useful fodder to assault the “guilt” of the dominant white society;it took the blood, flesh, and broken bones of descendants of former Africanslaves in the South to finally get the point across. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 in the U.S. was costly. With an African-American President, Obamacrowns a journey that was costly. As tothe bonne femme, Pia notwithstanding,I’d be lying if I say, you’ve come a long way, baby! j'aime la vie pinoypanda2031(a)aol.com yesterday, appreciate; tomorrow, anticipate; today. participate. In all, celebrate!

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Fwd: GMCA June 25-26
by David Zahrt via OE 30 Jun '14

30 Jun '14

*WED Jun 25* The route from the high school to Otis, CO suggested a dirt road. I chose to ride all the way on Hwy 34 from Akron to Otis because the bike lane was 7 ft wide. The route published for those who plan to walk every step of the way—they classify themselves as Spirit Walkers—was 3 miles beyond Otis. I got to Otis in time to do some journaling and to adjust my bike seat. We have a rest day tomorrow in Yuma, CO. I’ll get some hardware there and have time to fix it. We set up the tents in the City Park right across from the Presbyterian Church. A highway patrol came and said that his department was going to help find us places to stay inside because the weather was too dangerous the next few days. The cooks were cooking dinner under a patio roof in the park when the wind and lightening came in. We rushed the meal prep from our ‘kitchen’ to the Otis Presbyterian Church. The meal was ready in half an hour and we ate dinner in the church hall. While we were eating the storm broke. There was lightening, wind, and torrents of rain. The wind was so strong that I feared that the tent I had my equipment in had blown down. In an hour the rain let up to a steady sprinkle. By that time the church host told us that we could sleep in the church hall. I checked my tent. There was some water on the floor but my equipment was dry. I chose to spend the night in the tent rather than take my equipment through the rain and re-settle in the church hall. *THU Jun 26* The night before, in the church hall, it was announced that we would leave at 8 AM. The route was only 13 miles from Otis to Yuma, CO. At 8 it looked like it would take another ½ hour before people would be packed up and ready to March. I left at 8 on my bike and got to Yuma by 10:30. I shopped for material to fix my bike seat and got to the Laundromat by noon. After lunch I set up the tent—labeled Tasha Mahal, a 9 person tent. Before dinner there was a meeting focused on sharing the impact the Marchers wanted to have on friends, acquaintances, and society in general. There were a multitude of opinions, but no way to establish a consensus. After dinner a thunderstorm arrived. We had received permission to go to a church, which was a half block from the park. So we went to the church to avoid danger from the lightning. It rained for an hour and ½. At that point we were given permission to stay in the church. I returned to the tent, grabbed my air-mattress and sleeping bag, returned to the church, and spent the night there, so grateful to be inside. -- Peace, David

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GMCA June 23-24
by David Zahrt via OE 28 Jun '14

28 Jun '14

*MON Jun 23* This morning I did my assignments and left at 7:30 to visit a dentist. I wanted an assessment on my molar transplant that has come loose. He looked at the x-ray, took a tweezers, and pulled it out. He suggested that I wait some time before I decide what to do next. In the meantime I need to rinse my mouth when I brush teeth so that nothing sticks in the implant pit. He said that some people have difficulty with implants and suggested that I might consider a bridge. It was scheduled to be a 19-mile ride.today; I got on my bike about 9. I was behind most of the Marchers but caught up with them eventually. On the roadside shoulder there were piles of snow. I suspect it was hail that accumulated and looked like snow. I went through Brush, CO about 10 miles. At the 13- mile point the commode truck driver stopped me and said that we were going to camp at Brush City Park because of weather conditions. So I rode back to Brush (15 mile ride). When Lin called she reminded me that Bruv Ravnsborg had lived in Brush before he died in an airplane crash. I was unable to get a hold of his sister to see if any of his children lived in this town. It was dinnertime, and immediately after dinner the thunderstorm started. It lasted for about 1 ½ hours. Luckily the City Park had a dining hall that we could get inside. We had a community meeting for 1 ½ hours. It was still raining when the meeting was over. We shut the lights off and went to bed. Most of us slept inside on the floor. *TUE Jun 24* It took awhile to straighten up the hall that we'd slept in. Breakfast was served outside under the shelter roof. There were puddles of water in the driveway and parking lot. Ethan finally got tired of driving the Gear truck and has left for awhile. Since we had camped short of yesterday’s route, and were planning to keep the original schedule today, it would be at least a 22 mile bike ride, so I volunteered to drive the Gear truck. We camped at the high school in Akron, CO. We were given permission to sleep in the gym because bad weather was predicted. I got my gear out and placed it in the gym. I found a café in town that had WiFi and did some journaling. At 3:30 PM I took a shower in the boys locker room. At 4 there was a meeting to get out our expectations about what the March should accomplish and how it should affect society. We were asked to create a statement in advance. People read their statements and the rest of the group commented on the reading. I had a list of actions we need to take in order to change our Consume-and-Throw-Away culture. Dinner was ready before we had a chance to get all of the statements read. I handed mine in to the chairperson. We had dinner and were able to sit outside. After dinner I went to bed. -- Peace, David

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Fwd: GMCA June 21-22
by David Zahrt via OE 27 Jun '14

27 Jun '14

*SAT Jun 21* At Circle-up—a tradition after breakfast is cooked and eaten, lunches are made, the kitchen is cleaned up, gear is packed and the campground cleaned up—the summer solstice was acknowledged. The route went from Riggon to Wiggen. It was another 17-mile route and it had 14 miles of dirt/gravel road. I checked out I-76. It had a 9-foot shoulder and 7 foot of it was concrete washboard. That meant I could ride on the shoulder 7 feet away from traffic. I chose I-76. Our Wiggen, CO campsite was at the community church. They let us use the basement in the afternoon. It was cooler, they had restrooms, a kitchen with snacks, and WiFi. The mealtime conversation focused on events/environment that thrilled/amazed you. I volunteered that I was seeing all the prairie that I recognized in the Loess Hills, and indicated that’s why I sing *Don’t Fence Me In*; because that’s where the prairie of the West starts! There was another conversation after dinner but I went to bed. *SUN Jun 22* We got out of Wiggen by 7:50 AM. I rode my bike 17 miles to Riverside Park in Ft. Collins. I scouted out the dentists so I could try to get an appointment on Monday to have the molar transplant that has come loose looked at. I got to camp in time to eat lunch. The park has a swimming pool. So after I ate my lunch I went over to the pool. The pool temperature was 80 degrees. So it was comfortable. There was a team—transportation; medical; kitchen; etc—meeting scheduled at 4. We shared the issues that each team is working on, or needs to consider. We had dinner at 6:30 and at 7 clouds and a thunder shower approached from the west. I got my sleeping bag, clothes, and air-mattress out and put it under one of the nearby shelters—roof, picnic tables, no sides. The thundershower blew hard. The rain came in under the roof. Then it turned into a hail storm and water streamed through the park. It started coming in on the floor so I moved my equipment to a picnic table. I took off my shoes and socks and walked in the water to get ready for bed. There was so much water that people had to move their tents during the hail storm. The group in the shelter nearby put their tents on the tables to dry out. Some simply went to the local motel. I slept on the table though my equipment was damp. -- Peace, David

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Ship and the Storm
by via OE 27 Jun '14

27 Jun '14

I posted earlier a request for the Antigone quote we used on the "ship and the storm". I found it. Thanks. Jaime

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Antigone
by via OE 27 Jun '14

27 Jun '14

Tried locating a quote we used on the "ship and the storm" where the captain shoots into the crowd though the one shot might be one he had coffee the night before ... but I could not locate it on the Pathway. Anyone familiar with this quote? Thanks. Jaime in SF heading for Calgary and China

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Global Buzz Submissions reminder for July
by ICA International via OE 27 Jun '14

27 Jun '14

Auto email to all ICA Global Buzz responders. (English - Français Español) Hello everyone. Here is the monthly Global Buzz reminder. We hope that you will share the events and happenings of the past few weeks at your ICA, with all ICA members. This reminder is for the Global Buzz that will be published July 5th. 2014 (Please send your entries a day ahead) Send details of news items, training programmes, your peer to peer connections with other ICAs, any concerns you may have and of any events that are coming up at your location. Your report can be long or short, but remember that all other ICAs would really like to know about the things that matter where you are, and what you are doing as an ICA. To Send your information: please use the link below, Go directly to: www.ica-international.org/globalbuzz or if you wish, send by regular e-mail to: inform(a)ica-international.org The Global Buzz is now published monthly. All submissions received prior to each publication date will be included in that issue. Submissions arriving later will be included in the next issue. To read Global Buzz anytime including all back issues......... Go directly to www.ica-international.org/buzz/buzzpast OR use the Members Section of the ICAI website. www.ica-international.org Peter, for ICAI Communications Bonjour tout le monde. Voici le rappel de Bourdonnement Global mensuel. Nous espérons que vous partageriez les événements des quelques semaines dernières passées chez votre ICA, avec tous les membres d'ICA. Veuillez envoyer des détails d'articles de nouvelles, de programmes d'entraînement , des connexions entre camarades avec d'autres ICA , n'importe quelles inquiétudes vous pourriez avoir et de n'importe quels événements qui auront lieu chez vous . Votre rapport peut être long ou court, mais il faut se souvenir que tout autre ICA aimerait savoir vraiment des choses d'importance où vous êtes , et ce que vous faites comme un ICA. Pour Envoyer vos informations : s'il vous plaît utilisez le lien ci-dessous, Allez directement à : www.ica-international.org/globalbuzz Ou si vous souhaitez, envoyez par l'e-mail régulier à : inform(a)ica-international.org Le Bourdonnement Global est maintenant bimensuel - a la mi-mois et a la fin de mois. Toutes les soumissions reçues avant chaque date d'édition apparaitront. Les soumissions qui arrivent plus tard seront incluses dans la prochaine apparition. Pour lire le Bourdonnement Global n'importe quand y compris tous les apparitions postérieures . ........ Allez directement à www.ica-international.org/buzz/buzzpast OU utilisez la Section de Membres du site Web d'ICAI. www.ica-international.org Peter, pour les Communications d'ICAI Hola a todos. Aquí le mando el recordatorio para el Global Buzz. Esperamos que ustedes envíen los sucesos de las pasadas semanas en su ICA, para compartir con los miembros de ICAI. Por favor envíen detalles sobre nuevos temas, programas de entrenamiento, las conexiones con sus pares, cualquier preocupación que puedan tener, y sobre los muchos eventos que están por suceder en sus localidades. Sus reportes pueden ser largos o cortos, pero recuerden que a todos los otros ICAs les gustaría conocer las cosas importantes que suceden donde ustedes están, y lo que ustedes están haciendo como un ICA. Para enviar su información utilicen el siguiente link, Vayan directamente a: www.ica-international.org/globalbuzz o si prefieren enviarlo por e-mail, hacerlo a: inform(a)ica-international.org El Global Buzz ahora está siendo publicado dos veces al mes a la mitad y al fin de cada mes. Todos los envíos hechos antes de la fecha de publicación serán incluidos en esa edición. Los envíos que lleguen después serán incluidos en la siguiente edición. Para leer Global Buzz en cualquier momento, incluso ediciones pasadas vayan directamente a www.ica-international.org/buzz/buzzpast O utilicen la Sección para Miembros de ICAI en el sitio web www.ica-international.org Peter, por ICAI Comunicaciones

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