what's going on?

Yo, so I've been in Bangkok now for 3 weeks, and all I can say is I wish I would have come sooner. The sights, the smells, the energizing hustle and bustle of the city are an inspiring sight. Men and Women, older than the moon, stroll smoothly down the busy streets with smiles as wide as America's financial crisis is deep. Earnestly, they push their carts ready to serve up fresh noodles, or grilled pork & fish coupled with a healthy portion of sticky rice. A completely satisfying, yet unbelievably cheap, meal.

Hoping on and off the air conditioned, immaculate Sky-Traine, one can travel throughout the city in a matter of minutes. One day, I took the train to the river, where I hoped on a boat and journeyed up stream to the 'Grand Palace' (The most visited tourist destination in all of Thailand). The whitewashed walls form a fortifying circle around the palace and were constructed around 1782. It was built several hundred years ago by one of Thailand's great leader, King Rama I, who wisely placed Bangkok as the new center of Thailand. For a century plus, this area served as the home to the Royal family, but now is used primarily for royal functions and coronation ceremonies.

Inside the walls, lies one of Thailand's most sacred monuments: " The Emerald Buddha." The approximately 5 feet Buddha is completely made of emerald and was discovered, by accident, in the South of Thailand. Explorers first thought it was made of Jade, but soon realized it's true makeup. The statue sits high in the temple overlooking all the patrons. Its chair is adorned with precious jewels and gems, and its crown made of a gold that shines brighter than the sun in many parts of the world. One cannot help but let their eyes wander throughout the temple as the intricate art makes one kneel agape. The artwork finely painted across the walls represents Thailand's history, its struggles and its celebrations.

Scattered throughout the temple grounds are armed guards who serve as a visual representation that if anyone dares to mess with Buddha, they will gladly subdue the person.

One of the most interesting artworks within the palace walls is a recreation of Angkor Wat. For those of you who don't know, Angkor Wat is an ancient wonder found in Cambodia
http://www.sacredsites.com/asia/cambodia/angkor_wat.html

I going to see the real Angkor Wat one day (perhaps very soon) and I will then blog about its intricacies.

On the employment side of things, I have applied for several teaching jobs at local universities. In Thailand, one only needs to have a masters to teach. So, hopefully i'll have some cheddar soon.


I miss you all, but life is so good. Everyone should begin looking for cheap tickets and plan a trip asap. We can sit on the street and drink cheaply and watch the exciting city happen before our eyes.

Hello Thailand

My first few days in Bangkok!

Twice since I have been here, I have experienced ‘A Meal a Mile Long’ similar to the story I used to read when I was younger. The first, was in Paragon Mall where the entire first floor is swarming with nearly 100 restaurants—Some are fancy and other are the world known McDonalds, KFC, and Burger King, but there are also dozens of Asian, Mexican, Italian, and different desserts places. Mind you, THIS IS A FOOD COURT! This mall blew any and every American mall out of the water. But the best part is one can eat incredible things for under $3.

This is the entrance to Paragon, and an unusual sight. This long queue is for Krispy Kreme’ doughnuts that has just opened in Bangkok. This line has been continuous for 5 straight days, and it is quite a sight to see Thais leaving the store with 3 or 4 dozen each. Although there are other American food chains, this is something new and has taken over Thai lifestyle for the last several days.

As I walked throughout the city, the overwhelming smells of spices mixed with the fresh crackle of pork and chicken awakens the deadest senses. Riding the sky train from destination to destination, it is neat to see the Buddhist shrines delicately placed along the city. Worshipers gather in the hot sun to burn incense and pay respects to their god.

My first night out in Bangkok was a great experience. Jacqui, Rebecca, and I went out for dinner at a nice Mexican place in the city, and then rendezvoused with one of Jacqui’s high school friends, and then the party started. First, we went to the “Red Wagon,” which is literally a red Volkswagen that serves stout alcohol on the side of the street. After a few drinks, we made our way to Khao San Road. Khao Sarn is known to Thai’s as old town, and used to be the heart of the city, but today it is where tourists from all over the world come to experience a crazy night life for practically nothing.

We sat in the thick Bangkok night, with the humidity wrapping her heavy arms around us. Nonetheless, the party pushed on. As we drank buckets, we watched crowds of inebriated tourists swim up and down the road looking and tasting at all Khao Sarn had to offer. If one chooses to find a Lady Boy, one can, or if one wants delicious Thai food for cheap, one can have. As far as the eye can see the road stretches into the steamy night with people meeting, greeting, falling in love, and making new friends; an experience that words cannot capture, but must be experienced first hand.

These pictures are classic of the experience. The one on the left shows my friend Rebecca leaving the Khao Sarn excitement while the picture on the right is Jacqui speaking to an old cart-women placing an order for some Pad Thai and spring rolls.

A Recap!!

My friends,

It has been many months since I last reported any news. I have been beyond busy, and now I must tell all the experiences.

For most of June, July, and August I was locked away in a stale library for long hours at a time drafting my dissertation. When it was finally submitted, I cannot express the elation that overtook my senses. 10 months of graduate work, and I was finally finished. Although it was cause for celebration, it was also a strange time. Because, the submission marked the end of the year and the parting of ways for the vast majority of people I have met along the way.

We celebrated many goodbyes, and for me it was all so surreal. It seemed like just yesterday, I was fretting whether the UK consulate in Chicago was going to grant me a UK visa, and now it was the end of the year, and sadly probably the end of the journey with a lot of people. I guess that's how life works though. People come in our lives or a reason, and thus we must cherish every moment we can spend with those or we will regret it in the end. Life is about experience, and I know that I am a much greater person for having experienced so much this year with such a diverse group of people. Thank you for all of the memories, for all the laughter, and for all the pints... you all hold a special place in my heart.

I happened to see the Pope, in his 'Pope-Mobile,' and the Queen of England, while in Edinburgh.

I went to Crete, Greece with Jacqui and others to celebrate the end of our year and to see a new country. Our whitewashed hotel, was perched on top of a mountain and looked perfectly down on the bay below. The crystal blue water lapped lazily across the face of the stoney beaches, while the gentle wind breezed soothingly across the trees. We dined so cheaply, but on such incredible cuisines. Moussaka, Souvlaki, gigantic gyros, grilled feta with roasted tomatoes that tickled ones senses like a rainbow after a rainstorm, it just seemed right. Oh and the olives! Green and brown, big and small, and all so juicy. I ate them at each meal, daily.

Jacqui and I rented a car and drove around parts of Crete. We stopped at ruins from 9,000 BC, and though the sights were aesthetically beautiful, the great thing was we could see them for FREE!!! We drove through barren mountain ranges, and well placed olive fields. We dined in the most beautiful village where grapes grew freely through the pristine alleyways. After 5 hrs of driving, we reached our destination: a beautiful beach at the Libyan Sea. If one squinted and stared into the horizon, they could see the coast of Northern Africa.

After Greece, we had 3 more weeks to sit in Edinburgh. After arriving back in the burgh, it became more real that the fun filled year of graduate school was over. I had plan to pick up my phone to call a friend, but remembered everyone had left. It was a bit saddening, but also inspiring because I knew my journey was not over!!!

It has now been 3 weeks and I'm on the train heading to London. I have lived in the UK twice and I've never made it down London-Town. That's okay, though. After a day of sightseeing, I am leaving the UK, but I'm not heading back to GA or even the States for that matter. No, I am heading East to Bangkok, Thailand.

I am moving to Jacqui's homeland to experience a new culture and soak up all that Thai lifestyle has to offer. I'm so excited for all the opportunities that are coming my way. The first major order of business is brunch at the Sheraton Hotel which apparently contains all the world's best cuisines in one place. I will blog immediately after that and try and give you a first hand account of all the tastes and goodness, then its off to the beaches.

I will keep you posted.

A little taste, but more to come

What I have experienced in Nairobi.....

I arrived in Nairobi weeks ago, and everything that I have seen, tasted, heard, and smelt has made the experience truly remarkable.

Jacqui and I spent the first few days orienting ourselves to the city. We were accompanied by Joseph Njorge and little Lennox. Lennox is a 7 year old Kenyan boy, who was extremely abused by his mother (Scars from the chicken wire across his leg serve as a painful memory). When Jacqui first lived in Kenya, she met Lennox at Nairobi Children’s home. A state run facility that is supposed to help the children is notorious for its cruel punishment to the displaced children. Joseph started a business called Touch Kenya, where people can either come to volunteer or sponsor Kenyan children to have a better life.

Right now, there are 8 children from all sorts of backgrounds: abuse, abandonment, and extreme poverty...the sad stories are endless. Lennox was with us because Jacqui and her family sponsor him. Including in the sponsoring of a child are gifts and books, new clothes, but also a chance for a decent education. It is an opportunity for the children to excel, and experience something other than their poor situation. What is so inspiring is that all of the children are so resilient. They are all fighters, and they are so appreciative.

I have spent many summers working at YCAMP where a lot of the kids come from affluent families, and though some are grateful, many could care less about the fruits they are able to relish in. For the Children I have met, they hold themselves totally different. The uniforms that the lucky sponsored children get to wear are worn with pride as they know they have been given hope and a chance to change their lives unlike the millions of Kenyan orphans (there are an estimated 2 million!), who will never experience something so prideful.

The 2^nd day in Nairobi, the four of us climbed aboard a Matatu –the local transportation, where people pile in like sardines and hope that the driver isn’t too reckless. For only 50p, one can enjoy the thrill of a Matatu for a long distance. We took the Matatu to Heritage Children’s home to collect one of Lennox’s friends and another child who is sponsored.

Enter Njeri:

I have been sitting in this dump for over a month now. The smell of the ratty dogs and the incessant flies that hover over my food is driving me crazy. MaMa and BaBa are nice, but they are not always around. I’m only 5 and the big kids beat me constantly. I have a lump on the side of my head where one 13 yr. old girl hit me with a hammer. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I so wanted to run to my mother and tell her, but alas, I don’t know my mother. She was, is, and always will be a drunkard. One day as I was sitting on the cold, damp ground picking at the mash (a sorry excuse for a dinner) I heard a few familiar voices. I looked around the corner and I saw Jacqui (the white girl who was so kind at Nairobi Children’s home), Joseph, Lennox, and some giant Mzungu.

I sat in the room and tried to listen intently, but they were speaking fast English. Though my English is good, I’m much better in Swahili, so I couldn’t really understand everything. I knew it was about me though. After the talk was done, the Mama of heritage told me to get my things and I grasped Jacqui and Lennox’s hand, and I left heritage; hopefully, for good. If someone would please just adopt me. I’m 5 and I do my own laundry. I don’t cry much, and I’m not picky. One day, I hope, One day.

Mombasa:

As the sponsored kids would be starting school on Monday, Jacqui and I decided to treat Lennox and Njeri to a nice vacation. We took them to our apartment Westlands Nairobi, nothing great, but something much nicer than they have probably ever seen. Then Jacqui prepared and feast and it was impressive, and sad, watching the small children clean plate after plate of rice and chicken. It was impressive to watch how intricate they ate; every scrap of chicken and every morsel of flesh was devoured. You could hear the crunch of the bone and the smack of satisfaction from their little lips. It brought a smile to my eyes.

Jacqui and I also decided to take the kids to the beach. We paid 20 pounds for two bus seats-the kids sat in our laps-and we rode the 8hr night bus all the way to Mombasa. The kids slept like rocks, while Jacqui and I couldn’t sleep a wink. My seat was broken and jostled roughly with every stop, acceleration, and bump. Not very fun, but when we arrived to Mombasa, it was well worth it. We stayed at the Neptune Santido Beach Resort and for only 180 pounds (or $250) all four of us enjoyed the spoils of the all-inclusive. There was a nice pool where the kids could splash happily and shady palms where Jacqui and I l sat looking out upon the Indian Ocean, while the Beach Boys whistled and called us down to spend money on their goods. Simultaneously, monkeys raced among the branches, while a camel sat patiently waiting for someone to come and ride.

It was a treat seeing the joy in the kids’ faces. Euphoria was buried in their faces and the expression of solitude they held was priceless. I sat in a deep reverie and enjoyed my cocktail, and thought life is good.

On the way back to Nairobi, Jacqui and I decided to take the train. It was a bit pricey, but each of us had a bed, a 3 course dinner, breakfast, and shortly after breakfast we were graced with zebras, giraffes, gazelles, and water buffalo running joyfully and freely throughout the plain.

As we approached Nairobi, we rode past Kibera Slums. It is the worst in Kenya and the 2^nd worst in all of Africa. Houses constructed of scraps of tin and rotten wood. The people with sad faces emerged from their abodes to hear, and see, the rumble of the train. We were deep into the Slums’ limits, the smell of death slapped me across the face. A smell similar to what Andy Dufrane experienced when he escaped from Shawshank. I soon learned that there is no sewage, and as I passed I could see children waving, and standing in puddles of feces and other waste. Sad. Actually, it’s beyond sad, it’s rather depressing. Still, kids were smiling, as if they didn’t know any better, and to them, life is beyond great. If we could all look through children’s eyes, I think the world would be a much better place.

Taking the Kids to School:

After spending time at the coast, it was time to take the kids back to school. What should have been a half day trip, turned into an all day affair due to poor planning and lack of logistical precision. Nonetheless, I was able to experience something devastatingly profound. One stop we made was at Thika Boys Recue center. The center is a state run facility with over 90 boys aged 5 and up, with little to no supervision. Walking around the place it became apparent how sad the place was. The center is so short staffed; I’d say that the average ratio is 25: 1. There are no teachers, no school supplies, and only the bare necessities for the kids to live on. I went by the bathroom and it reminded me on the same aroma that was the Kibera slums. As I continued along the path, I found a group of boys (5 maybe 6 yrs old) violently scrubbing their laundry, and when they noticed someone new, they began to smile. You could tell a smile was a rare occurrence. After we picked up the one boy who is sponsored we made our way. I asked Kenyan’s why the Thika home was so bad, and they simply noted that no one cares about young boys. All international aid goes to babies and girls. The lost boys are simply forgotten. I ask you not to forget them. They have dreams. They have beautiful smiles and energetic laughs, but they have no help. They are all alone except for their brothers. They sit around all day twiddling their thumbs, casually regressing until their sharp minds become docile and irreparable.

I you would like to get involved, please contact me. I will be here for another week or so. I have raised a fair amount of money, I think I will plan to take the leftovers to Thika. It is a place that needs our love, our affection, and yes , our check books. Also, if after reading this, you are interested in sponsoring a child, I can put in contact with Touch Kenya. You can’t imagine the impact you will have in a child’s life.

Just think about it. Everyone needs a someone to lean on, and how rewarding it would be to be that support, that strong arm supporting someone in need.

Disparities:

Although Kenya is filled with poverty, it also has some of the most exquisite places to wine and dine. What is interesting, however, is all of the patrons are not native. We dined at a Sushi restaurant the other night and looking around I saw only white faces eating the food, while the Kenyans were the servers and cooks. I just find it strange how in one area people can be starving and living in desolate conditions, but as soon as you turn the corner, it’s like you’re in a fashionable restaurant. Weird.

New:

Today, I visited the Giraffe center, where you can go and feed giraffes and warthogs.

Tonight, I went to a place called Ronallo’s. A authentic Kenyan restaurant that serves up some delicious cuisine. While the funky reggae band is jamming, Jacqui and I munched on a whole fish (bones, head, and tail) and it was one of the most delicious, most succulent pieces of pescado I’ve ever tasted. The meat fell off the bone and was nicely washed down with a Tusker Lager. (A British influenced African lager.) Coupled with Ugalia (a wheat/cornmeal type substance), and rice. It was delicious and it settled so smoothly while the funky rhythm kept slapping the bass, man.

Tomorrow: Jacqui, me and some others, are driving 2.5 hrs north to a small fishing village, where we plan to go on horses and catch fish for our dinner. Our cabin happens to be 5 minutes from the equator so I can’t wait to test the water experiment. I feel bad about enjoying the goods while there is so much bad going on, but I’m a thankful for where I’ve come from and being able to experience this.

There will be more blogs to follow. I hope you lives are treating you well. I may be coming to Georgia in the near future for a quick visit. If so, I hope to see you all.

Peace and Love,

William

PS: Pictures will soon follow.

A place of solace

the Meadows,

an assortment of life;

a juxtaposition of colors--weaved together

like

the Bayeux Tapestry.

The drummers beat,

the runners stomp

the dogs barking and the babies whining---a discordant symphony.

the evocative fragrance of the fresh blooms draws you in,

like the songs of the Sirens, and takes you back to

that Kiss.

A flight, instant euphoria.

intricate footwork

rhythmic guitars keeping the time

while the soloist lets his fingers run like Arabian horses through

the desert; they are wild and free.

There are melodious horns sounding out the

laughter,

the kind that makes one's heart soar.

The sun playfully dancing across the leaves, while

the oaks, in their fashion, sway gracefully to the music.

Students contemplating

life.

lovers basking in each other's adoration.

The soft whisper of the wind

and

bombastic cheers over a game-winning goal.

The unknown dancer pirouetting from cloud to cloud;

the world spinning; birds whistling a peaceful joy

spring is near.

A group of outcasts--old and unfashioned--gliding goofily

amongst the inviting green blades

and

without a worry.

Like infants in a sandbox, this is their universe

and

we are the ones imposing.

A man walking sternly

perhaps thinking of a lost love

while his best friend, in his aged-beaten fur coat, marches proudly behind.

A flock of gulls drift reverently through the atmosphere

like the notes of seasoned musicians.

The pen, tired from the day's work, goes to sleep for the night in the warm pocket.

Then the author gets up as he begins to walkaway, passing by the familiar sign, he can't help but

say "how I love this place of solace, how I love the Meadows."

Let us be the change we want to see in the world!

Dear Good People,

I hope all is going well in your life. My journey in Edinburgh as a Rotary International scholar has been incredible. I have learned a tremendous amount about myself as an individual, as a student and as a global citizen and greatly look forward to what the future has in store. I have been challenged academically and personally and my horizons have truly broadened.

I am writing you because of my deep love for music and to share my ideas without and my request for help and support. My love and passion for music has been enhanced greatly whilst living in this city, with its love of the arts and my interests have lead to a potential dissertation topic. Music and Peace have an incredibly interesting and profound relationship with one another. One which I am hoping to learn more about. Music in the international scene, and particularly in areas of conflict, is a topic that I feel is important and worthy of study.

In Kenya, the 2007 elections were followed by massive violence as clashes broke out between two tribal’s groups following President Kibaki’s win, hundreds of thousands of people were displaced and up to 1,500 were massacred. Since late 2007 and early 2008, Kenya has managed to resume a state of peace and the violence has subsided. My interest is the role of music in this realization of peace. Music as a mediating force, as a collective and shared love, as a means by which similarities are expressed and differences are forgotten. Kenyans and International scholars alike have begun to write on the peaceful force of music, with music videos, NGO formations and most importantly, Kenya won the bid for the 2010 International Peace and Music Symposium.

The opportunity is perfect, the topic is novel, the idea is innovative, and this is why I am set on going to Kenya. My plan is to carry out an empirical ethnomusic study, to gain understanding into how exactly music helped in the establishment of peace, to speak to those who lived through the conflict, to hear what their voices say. I am thus, asking for financial support. As a graduate student, my aspirations are large but my funds are limited. With your help, I can do something incredible and hopefully produce a Masters Dissertation that is innovative and written with passion and knowledge. I have set up a paypal account and will happily accept any donations. It is very simple to do and requires just a quick visit to www.paypal.com where you click ‘Send Money’ and then ‘Send to a Friend’ and enter my email wcody08@ymail.com. The site is safe, secure and well trusted. If I happen to receive an excess of what I need to cover my costs, all funds will be donated to a local school, my intention is to help out with a school’s music department.

Living in a time of such insecurity, I believe it is important to learn from all avenues how to achieve peace and tranquility. I believe the lessons learnt can serve as models for mitigating or even ending global conflicts.

“If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.” –Jimi Hendrix

I thank you in advance for your consideration and affording me this opportunity.

Truly,

William G.A. Cody

Don't you remember?...

Sitting in a reverie, the sun wrapping her loving arms around me.

I stare across the land,

and

find it difficult to grasp, a beauty quite daunting.

The sensation, the bliss an experience no one should

miss.

But, if I could, I would beg for one wish.

To be in the paradise--the valley-- where good times were endless.

Where the pines create a canopy across the mountains.

Where the emerald water, that chills and refreshes, laps lazily against

the Georgia red clay.

Where the sun is heavy, but not overpowering.

Where the grill sizzles with the smell of a tender steak.

Mmm, where the fresh catfish crackles in the pan

Where the laughter of children skates across the trees.

Where mischief of brothers will always be remembered; an unforgettable experience.

Where the soothing squeak of the swaying hammock allows one to drift, away.

A home to the elusive salamander, and the aged oak where PaPa carefully

etched his joys.

Where the "mist rolls so beautifully in splendor," alongside the blood reds, sun-kissed oranges and innocent pinks of the setting sun-- a sight which causes even the blind to stand

agape.

Belle's Heaven.

A place to cry and a place to love.

One day,

I will drive back down Cody road

and the fresh mountain air will rush through my senses.

Until then,

it is but a distant memory.

But, one we should never forget.

The sweetness encompassed by Burton's beauty will

live in our hearts.... forever.

Peace and Love.

Friends

Friends, Friends, Friends

It's nice to have great friends in one's life. This morning Jacqueline and several other close friends prepared a wonderful birthday breakfast for me. There was smoked salmon, capers, and delicious bagels next to fresh eggs, savory bacon, and chilled champagne there to help wash down all the flavors.

Each friend handed me a card with a beautiful note written inside. Expressing how they've appreciated my friendship, my passion for life, my love of music, and my often ridiculous humor. I hate to boast, but life is good. My friend Rafael gave me two books from Chile that he read when he was a nino. Jacqueline gave me some Simpson slippers and some warm ones, too. Plus a really fancy vino. Everything was more than I needed or could have asked for, but I'm very thankful for life.

For the joys one can experience and the friendship one can have when one decides to open one's heart and form a connection with those around him/her. I believe that is what has, and is helping, to make my time in Edinburgh so special. I have a unique ability to form close connections with all sorts of people from all walks of life. I know that one day, when I'm old and grey, I will sit and admire these relationships; the privileges that shape our existence. We do not know what tomorrow brings so let us enjoy the days while it is hear.

Eat a new food, sip a delicious beer, kiss a pretty lady (or man if you choose), listen (and I mean allow it to truly move you) to new music, challenge yourself....this world is ours for the taking, so I insist that we make a move or our journey may soon be over. Enjoy these days, friends, and prepare for the day where we can share a "spritely dance [...] amongst the clouds."

My wish for my birthday is that you all takes time to enjoy your lives to the utmost. Scream, cry, laugh, and dance.

I will close with a quote that I heard many years ago, but its relevance seems to never die:

"Our lives are like a coin,

and though we many spend them however we choose.

We may only spend them once,

so [brothers and sisters, friends and foes]

so let us spend them wisely."

-A.N.S.

Alas the cuppeth full, and the band doth begin to play!

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

-Red, Red Rose- Robert Burns

Robert Burns. 25 January 1759- 21 July 1796. Born in Alloway, Scotland he was the eldest of 7 children. He grew up in the fields, laboriously serving alongside his father to help sustain his family's well being. But it was hard to break poverty's controlling grip. Burns never had formal education, but spent many years in study with John Murdoch who taught Burns French, Latin, English Literature, reading & writing, and math.

When Burns Matured, he embarked on various love affairs. Although he knew many women, his 3 daughters that lived were all named Elizabeth. Burns tried to marry his long love Jean Armour and eventually they did, but due to financial circumstances Jean left Burns brokenhearted and alone with 30 pounds to his name. Burns then decided to pack his bags and move to Jamaica, where he had been promised work, a new life, and all the Carribean pleasures one could ask for. However, just before his ship was set to sail, a community leader got a hold of a few of his works and pleaded with Burns that he was bound to be a writer. Burns published a collection of works in Scottish Gaelic and it was an instant success in the Scottish Nation.

Soon thereafter, Burns decided to move to Edinburgh where he was embraced in the Aristocratic society and became an upstanding member of society. Burns found the climate and artistically vibrant lifestyle of Edinburgh extremely conducive to his writing. He began publishing in both Scottish and English and when he died became known as the most profound Scotsman that ever walked the planet.

Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;
Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o' Pity ne'er sounds in my ear.

Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv'd;
Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I pruv'd;
But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast,
I can feel, by its throbbings, will soon be at rest.

Oh, if I were-where happy I hae been-
Down by yon stream, and yon bonie castle-green;
For there he is wand'ring and musing on me,
Wha wad soon dry the tear-drop that clings to my e'e.

The Tear Drop, Robert Burns.

I Had the opportunity to experience one of the most unique traditions within Scotland, Burns Dinner, honoring the legendary Scot-Poet, Robert Burns. Through January and February, Scots the world over gather to honor the life and genius of Burns, while dining on delicious "Haggis, Neeps, and Tatties." Jacqueline (the lovely lady who I happened to find early on in my studies) accompanied me and we went to my host club, Rotary Club of Cumbernauld's Burns Night. The night begins with the Haggis being pipped in carried humbly by the head chef. Following the Haggis and Chef is the Honorary Scotsman who is there to eloquently quote Burns and Toast the Haggis before it is served throughout. (For those who don't know what Haggis is, it is an assortment of sheep's heart, liver, and lungs finely placed in a lining of sheep's intestines mixed with onions and select spices to make is tasty.)

After the blessing has been said, the feast doth commence. Luckily, however, my host club doesn't particularly like Haggis, so we had that just as a starter followed by a nice Lentil Soup and a delicious Scottish Stew. After dinner, the real festivities commenced. Select Rotarians got in to character to honor the works of Burns. First, there was the "Immortal Memory" which is presented as a historical depiction to Burns' life, his influence on Scotland, and his Nationalistic ideals. Apparently, most formal Burns suppers can have very extensive and very long "Immortal Memories," but we were spared this misfortune.

Then my host, Ken Robertson, gave a recitation as vibrant as Burns himself. Through his speech, fists were flying, spit was sprayed, and veins began to pop as Ken gave a great depiction of one of Burns' poems. The next talk was a "Toast to the Lassies," which was a very humorous speech. A very mature, very whimsical Rotarian stepped up to the plate for this duty. He began by playfully scolding the women and cursing them that they should be back in the kitchen, so the men could enjoy the rest of the evening. --He was only joking-- He than began to talk about Burns' love of the lassies and how so many different women are featured in many of his works. He admitted, that Burns would not have been able to draft such fine stanzas without the beauty of women in his life. The speaker then acknowledged the fact that all men are only able to do great things with a strong woman behind them, and he asked all men present to stand and "Toast the Lassies." I did with earnest, and laughed at all the old Rotarians present giving a toast the beautiful ladies.

The next was a female rebuttal from a female Rotarian she responded with playfully chastising the male rotarian, while honoring Burns and exemplifying the significance of women in Burns in life and in society in general. After the feminine toast, there was more recitations, toasts, and sharing stories of the life of the legendary Burns.

The nights ended with many shared pints and drams. Then shortly before I left, a Rotarian came to me and said he enjoyed reading my stories. I was a little taken back, because I wasn't exactly sure what he was speaking about. But, I then realized he was talking about my blog. He had been following enthusiastically and he lived only 30 minutes away. Thank you. To anyone who kills there time while reading my words. I do throughly appreciate it.

I stayed with Ken and his wife and were shown great hospitality. A nice, warm house (full of teddy bears) and one of the greatest music collections. Ken and I sat having a nice smokey dram and listening to several rare, but unique cds. I discussed with Ken how I want to focus for my dissertation on "Music and IR," and he started giving me music that depicts different groups, from different backgrounds and musical upbringings playing together to create a beautiful song. I've started researching and i've been quite impressed with the amount of scholarship I have found on related topics: Music and Diplomacy, Music and Peace, Music and Society. Plus I've found many diverse articles on mixed genres and politics. I'm not exactly sure of the angle I'm going to pursue, but something on music and politics is going to be drafted for my dissertation. It is going to be incredible.

: La Ultra Fiesta de mi Hermano, Rafael.

Saturday was my good friend Rafael's birthday. He told us time and time again that he didn't want to do anything because he needed to study. Well, life is short and we wouldn't allow our great friend to celebrate his 31st year in the library. Jacqueline had the brilliant idea of everyone preparing Chilean dishes. You see, Rafael has mentioned several times how much he missed Chile, the music and the food. So, what did we do? We gave him a Chilean feast. Rafael called me to go for a quite beer and dinner and I said that I had to call him back because I was busy running errands, but really we were all busy preparing Chilean dishes. After several more phone calls, and when the food was all prepared, I went to get Rafael. I had to be nonchalant about the supper and what we were going to do. Rafael began asking where I wanted to eat dinner and I said wherever, I just needed to grab my jacket. We walked down to the kitchen and everyone yelled surprise! When we flicked on the lights the room was filled with some of our closest friends and a table filled with Chile's finest dishes. Rafael was speechless. I've been involved in surprise parties but seeing the excited expression on Rafael's face was priceless. He was moved. He was impressed that his friends has thrown a surprise party for him, but even more enthused that we each prepared Chilean dishes to celebrate the evening.

There was a lentil and Chorizo soup, nachos, a spicy shrimp platter, and two delicious Salmon and Trout dishes. Rafael was extremely content.

It is nice breaking bread with a mix of people and celebrating together. That is what life allows us to do; come together and share in each other's company and taste each other's culture. I must admit, that I really like Chilean cuisine so hopefully I can travel there in the near future. We also shared Chilean wine, laughs, and stories. One could notice how impressed Rafael was by the kind gesture as it looked as if he could cry at any minute. But, he did not. Instead, he rose and began to thank each and everyone in his own Chilean way. He apologized for the language barrier that would prohibit him from expressing his true feelings, but noted it was not the Spanish-English barrier, rather he simply lacked the works in any language that were beautiful enough to describe his feelings for Edinburgh, the people his has met, and the love his is experiencing.

I smile constantly when I think about this year, the months past, and the months yet to come. What a golden opportunity to become enriched with beautiful aspects of life. Thank you to anyone who reads this, and for everyone who has helped me get to this point in my life. Many blessings be with you, my friends, and I hope good things greet y'all in the future.

Peace and Love

-William

"Melting Pot"

Sharps and flats, majors and minors, suspended and opens

tossed gently into a bowl;

to be creatively mixed.

Some are discordant, like the bashing and banging of pots and

pans.

Some are melodious, like angelic creatures sweetly singing "Ave Maria."

The unique combination can create diverse sounds--

like Mozart juxtaposed with "Rappers Delight."

Some are tranquil and soothing, while others are

bombastic and annoying.

They can come in many different languages

and

They are melted together in the hustling, bustling cities;

creating the eclecticism of America.

And,

are often misunderstood by the ignorant.

But,

when together,

MUSIC is created.

If we listen, sweet melodies can move us to do great things.

It has been far too long since my last post, and I greatly apologize. I haven't been a very good correspondent, and I've slacked relating pertinent information, so those who wish can live my experiences vicariously through my words.

This past semester taught me many things about my life: areas where I need to improve, areas where I shine, and how life is about finding the balance between the two.

I have been presented with such a great opportunity and I cannot begin to thank everyone responsible for helping me in this journey. Without your dedication, love, commitment to my excellence, and overall believing in me, I would not be here today. Thank you Rob, Emily, Mom and Dad, Reinhardt Profs, friends and family, and Rotary; each of you have played a vital role in my life and for that I am, and I will be, forever grateful.

I had plans to travel far for Christmas holidays and see many old faces, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, I was stuck in Edinburgh. With the majority of people gone and the overall activity of the city quietened, I wanted, and I tried, to be sad for this lonely feeling. But, as I wondered through the beautiful city of Edinburgh-watching the snowflakes dance their way to the ground below-I was filled with a joyous hope. I had an epiphany that I have no reason to be sad. Life has presented me with such a tremendous opportunity to enjoy everyday, the seasons, the people, and everything else that comes with it in a vibrant and different city. As I walked down the Royal Mile, I heard the familiar sounds of Anglican bells ringing out and I began to smile. It is incredible to me how instantaneously music can positively move one. I looked around and I noticed that I was on a cloud of reverie happily drifting over a city I've come to love so dearly.

As I made my way back to my residence, I had a wonderful dinner with a woman from Kosovo, a Chilean, and a Canadian; the smile stretched further across my face. I thought how lucky I am to be in this situation. Four completely different people, from four completely different regions of the world sharing a meal in a city that has brought us all together. I laughed and thought this is what life is about, the diversity of peoples breaking bread together. Simultaneously, I thought of four diverse instruments that are brought together to perform and make a beautiful song: that is life. The eclecticness and diversity we find in each other helps us to make our own song more harmonious and more in accordance with the human family.

For Christmas, my friend Rafael and I were treated to a wonderful Christmas dinner by two tremendous Rotarians and there families. Though I missed my family, it was like I had been adopted, and become a part of a new family. Plus, I was accompanied by new friends and also another Rotary scholar from Japan. There was laughter, serious discussions about each person's home and unique Christmas tradition, an incredible meal and then the lazy time around a television. I'm so thankful for all I've been presented. I thank Rotary for welcoming everyone with open arms, and treating every person they meet as if they were family. I hope one day I am able to give back as Rotary has so openly given to me.

For New Years, my good buddy Marcus from Sweden gave me a visit. Edinburgh's New Year's celebration is one of the wildest in the world. Actually, it was 80,000 people of organized chaos. There were so many people that I lost two friends in the calamity of people, but we all had a good night, nonetheless. Before the street party commenced, however, there was a great international party in my residence. My friend, Jess, had suggested we do a potluck meal, and share dinner and drinks before heading out. It was a flawless plan. My friend Marcus studied culinary arts for several years and he made this beautiful fresh Salmon, Halibut, and Mussel soup. My friend Andy made an incredible curry, Jess prepared savoury bread and desserts, my Canadian friend, Mini Becs, made a great pasta expressing her Italian roots. Rafael made a delicious paella, and I grilled up some fish using an assortment of spices; everything was divine. We brought the 2010 in style. It was so nice having the dinner and reflecting, with new friends, on the previous year and what could possibly be in store with new year. What would we gain from this experience? From pursuing a masters in an international city? Well if you don't take time to enjoy and truly experience, perhaps you earn a degree. But, if you find the balance then you can add many different notes to enhance your song, which in turn will help to influence others' songs you come in contact with. Life is a powerful movement of measures and syncopations, and if we listen and act upon the opportunities presented to us we can use our music to do great things. I'm excited to listen and learn my own song. I think when it's all said and done, I'm going to compose a tremendous piece of music that will greatly help this human family. I hope you're all ready.

The new semester has started and I am ecstatic about my new courses: War and Morality, American Foreign Policy, and Music, Technology, and Society. The first two are going to be very interesting and I'm sure beneficial in my future endeavors. The latter will also be very beneficial, but interesting as well. I have two hours of lecture, but then one-on-one with the professor where we sit and discuss music and society. This past Monday was my first session, and we sat for an hour discussing our musical interests, upbringing, influences, etc. I think it will be very useful, and hopefully I'll be able to tie into my dissertation. Life is good.

Thank you for reading. I'll try to be more up-to-date and to a better job of keeping you all posted and informed of my travels.

Finally,

Congrats to Sierra to being accepted and answering the call to the ordained ministry. You are truly inspiring, and I'm thankful to know such a tremendous human being.