Jim Halpert Kind of Day

I think everyone has a day every now and then where they feel like they’re in an episode of The Office. Some of us probably have more than others, but that’s beside the point. Jim’s confessional from the pilot episode kept flashing through my head today.

If I left, what would I do with all this useless information in my head? You know? Tonnage price of manila folders?

So far today I have:

  • Diagnosed two dead channels on an audio snake
  • Taught someone what the dashes and triangles meant on a jazz chart
  • Explained the difference between Batter, Resonant, and Snare Side drum heads
  • Rewired and EQ’ed a sound system… in Edenton.
  • Attempted to correct an Ubuntu installation over the phone.

At least Jim also knew that Pam’s favorite yogurt flavor was “Mixed Berry.” That could be useful in life outside of Dunder-Mifflin.

Be Here Now

I’m a planner. A list maker. Someone who is always worried about something other than what I’m doing, in a young Obi-Wan sort of way. Part of that is just who I am. Part of it is Sarah Miller’s voice in my head telling me to be always thinking of the next step. And it’s great that I had my plans for UMYF in March worked out three weeks ago.

But there are also times when I can just be a little kid giving into the excitement of the next great thing I get to do. And that’s why I’ve been keeping one of the sayings/rules of El Refugio in my mind over the last few days. “Be here now.” Because what I’m doing at any given time can be pretty important. I still have 9 hours of work tomorrow and a church council meeting, and prep work for youth and shopping and packing and tons of smaller things to accomplish before I get on a plane on Tuesday. Yet it’s really hard to not be thinking about that plane ride already, or all the people that I get to see, and all the amazing things that are going to be accomplished during my time with the Kortright team in Quito and Shandia.

Sometimes it’s just lot of work to worry about what’s going on in front of my instead of what’s on my calendar.

Update on my life

I’ve been neglecting my blog. And it’s partly because I’m not used to the fact that my audience has changed. Normally my biggest bursts of writing have been during either preparations to go to Ecuador or on-the-ground time with Youth World. Now it’s mostly the people in the Southern Hemisphere wondering what in the world I’ve been up to, so for you and anyone else that was wondering, here’s what’s going on.

When I got on a plane on August 9, I wasn’t exactly sure what the next few months would look like for me. I thought there was going to be a lot more travelling going on for me this fall, and that I would have some concrete and more immediate plans to return to Ecuador. I set a target time for myself to adjust to the fact that I was home in the U.S. before I started moving ahead with my own plans, and then just as I was about to do so, God just sort of jumped in. He does that, doesn’t He? Or at least it seems that way to us, when all of a sudden you realize that His hand is visible to you.

In what might seem to someone else as amazing and coincidental timing, I arrived back in Elizabeth City just as a staffing need occurred at my home church. As four of my favorite people took a step towards the next chapter of their lives and walks with God, I was asked to step into one of those people’s shoes as the Interim Director of Youth Ministries at First UMC Elizabeth City. I say that it might seem amazing and coincidental to someone else, but as I’ve actually gotten to do this job and see some of the ways that God has prepared me for it, I know that it certainly wasn’t my plan to be in this position or even place at this time, but it was His, and He knows what He’s doing.

In fact, even when I don’t know what I’m doing, it’s been amazing to realize how much I need to actively rely on God and learn to trust Him from what I once considered the safety of my home church and culture and town. Not that I didn’t before. But we all have ways we need to grow, and I can definitely say it’s been easier to recognize some of my failings, fallings, inadequacies and sins when I’m in the jungle or a mountainside village or telling my testimony (what?!) to fifty people than it has been in my traditional “comfort zone.” And here I am in what I thought would be a comfortable place, but in much more of a leadership role that I’m used to. All that to say I’ve been challenged, I’ve been growing, I’ve been having a blast, and I’ll continue to be/do all of those things and be aware of the way that God is working, even if I don’t understand it some days.

So in a nutshell, I’m back in Elizabeth City. I’m back to Benjamin House and La Casa. I’m back to Albemarle Music. I’m back to First United Methodist Church but in a new way, and I love it. And whenever my mind isn’t on First UMC, it’s on/in Ecuador. And I’ll have plenty of stories about all of the above whenever I can conjure up the words for them all.

French Toast and Crazies

The very first night when I had moved in with Lourdes and her family back in October, she told me the hers was a “casa de locos,” a house full of crazies. And just to be clear, as I move forward with this post, I’m going to totally agree with that in a very loving way.

This morning I rolled out of bed at 5:45am to quickly get ready, head out the door, be on one of the first moving Troles, and be at Lourdes’ before breakfast. I wanted to make french toast (which as I mentioned yesterday, they’ve been begging me to do), but I didn’t want them to be counting on it in case I totally slept in, so I gave them absolutely no warning that this was my intention.

Fast forward to 8:27am. Marta and I have successfully loaded up a plate full of french toast on the table. The two of us are eating with Jose, who has closed the tienda downstairs to join us. Jose is poking his sister-in-law Marta with a fork like they’re both about 5 as opposed to 50. Lourdes (who has already eaten at lightning speed) is running around in high heels looking for her notebook, which she has clearly left in plain sight on the table. Adrian is wearing flip-flops, pajama pants, and a parka, listening to English metal bands and playing a computer game.

No wonder my facebook statuses have gotten so much more boring since I’m living up north again.

Pictured below is Marta making french toast. She’s being trying to teach me to cook Ecuadorian food for four months. I can’t begin to tell you how hard she laughed when I told her “Yo voy a hacer french toast. Quieres aprender?”

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A Day of Adventures at Carmen Bajo

On Friday afternoons I teach at Iglesia Carmen Bajo. This is a glimpse of what that tends to look like, though in the style of another blogger friend, I”m mostly going to let the pictures do the talking on this one.

Laura’s art room at Carmen Bajo, which becomes my guitar classroom on Fridays:
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Cameron Vivanco and Sarah Marr helping with lunch. This is always a great project if you want to make yourself useful at Carmen Bajo. I don’t think Sarah was expecting to spend her afternoon preparing cow livers, though.
 

 

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A close-up of the liver-preparing process. They got dunked in egg mix and covered in cornmeal before being fried into something that looked a little more edible.
 

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An impromptu ping-pong tournament ensued as we were waiting for kids to get picked up. Fabian and Santiago were both totally cheating.
 

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One of my newest students, Ana, working on the notes on the first string.

Socks, Sickness, and Breakfast

As Cameron said tonight, “There might be some truth to it, but…” Every time anyone gets sick here, it gets blamed on the temperature and your awareness and preparedness for it.

Kelsey and I constantly joke around about wearing socks. For instance, after having been seriously sick last week (which was 100% due to dehydration, though Lourdes blamed it on my not having on a sweatshirt that day) I have had a small cold for the last two or three days. I feel perfectly fine, but I’ve just been coughing a lot, and it’s going away now. But I came home to Lourdes’ house yesterday afternoon just in time for it to start raining as I was walking from the Trole station back to the tienda. If it had started raining while I was on the Trole, I would have stood around and waited for the bus, but the bottom dropped when I was almost exactly halfway between the station and the house. No sense turning around, I ran for it, but go drenched anyway. Jose laughed at me a little when I walked in the tienda, but concernedly made sure he told me to go upstairs and change. I did just that, but having taken almost all of my clothes back to the intern apartment in the north in preparation to move back there, I had no socks in the house. I walked out of my room barefoot to fill up my water bottle in the kitchen, and Lourdes came upstairs at just the same time. So of course, I immediately got the “You’re sick because you’re not wearing socks” lecture and went to put on tennis shoes.

The next story won’t seem related at first. Be patient.

I tend to be late for morning meetings because of breakfast. Breakfast with the family is both non-negotiable and a bit of an ordeal. In the US, if I had an 8:30 meeting with an 60-90 minute commute to get there, I might grab a Pop-Tart on the way out the door, or more likely just skip breakfast or hope the meeting was finished before Hardee’s stops serving Cinnamon & Raisin biscuits at 10:30. That’s not an option here because (we don’t have Hardee’s, we don’t have Pop-Tarts, and mostly because) nobody in the house, from abuelita down to the kids, is going to let me leave without sitting down and eating with me. One morning I had to be at Youth World early, so I made myself coffee so I could honestly tell Lourdes I had breakfast already (coffee is always the main component of breakfast and dinner). I should have left the dishes out so there would have been some evidence, but since I washed them, Lourdes asked me all that day and literally all the next if I was sure I had made myself breakfast that morning.

Today I was in the kitchen helping Marta when Miguel (my friend and both Lourdes’ and Marta’s nephew, therefore Adrian’s cousin) started frantically looking around the house for some things. Adrian came out of his room a minute later and I realized he was not feeling good. Miguel told me he was taking Adrian to the hospital. As Miguel was running around the house, Marta started asking him about food. It went something like this (though it was, obviously, in Spanish):

Marta: Have you eaten breakfast yet?

Miguel: No.

Marta: Are you going to?

Miguel: No.

Marta: You have to eat breakfast!

Miguel: Well, not this morning.

Marta: I have the water boiling already. I’m pouring coffee right now.

Miguel: I don’t believe we can right now.

Miguel then proceeded to run downstairs to hop in the car, Adrian stumbling along with him, clutching his side like it was going to explode any minute. Marta scoffed at them under her breath until they were long gone, bemoaning her ridiculous nephews, skipping breakfast.

Tonight, Cameron and I had talked about Adrian, and before she dropped me off at my apartment, Cameron called Lourdes to check on the situation. Turns out Adrian had pneumonia. He’s doing much better, but he’ll have to stay in the hospital for three days due to a torn membrane in his lung, which is what allowed him to get the infection. Lourdes’ theory, however? “He works in a restaurant over a hot stove, and then they go in and out of the freezer all day. Hot, cold, hot, cold.” Again, as Cameron said, maybe there’s some truth to that. Maybe. Some. At least he was wearing his socks.

This post originally published at www.dannypeck.net

Power

I just realized I haven’t mentioned the current electricity situation in Ecuador on my blog. My apologies.

We’re having rolling blackouts right now because Ecuador is simply running low on electricity. All the power here is hydroelectric, so because of the recent lack of rain (though the President’s propaganda machine is blaming it on all the past regimes) this is a measure to conserve energy and not totally use up what we have.

It’s a little obnoxious because a big chunk of the time that I have office hours built into my schedule, there’s not power here. My house is in the same sector as the office, so the electricity is always out in both places at once. This requires a lot of thinking ahead, particularly because my job involves writing (which I do on a computer, which needs power) and web updates, which involves more writing and communication (e-mail, thus computer, thus power). For instance, today I had a Quito Quest meeting at 9am, which ran past 11:00am, when the power was scheduled to go out today. That meant making sure my computer was charged, all my e-mails were sent, and everything I needed to work on was downloaded already. I then proceeded to go home, take a shower, and go to Supermaxi (grocery store) and lunch while the power was out, and worked on writing an article that didn’t require internet access to complete.

I won’t lie and tell you I haven’t complained a little bit about this, especially since there are days when I’m working at the Youth World office in the North with no power, then return to Lourdes’ house in the South just in time for the power to go out for three hours there. But really, I could certainly have it worse. Although it makes me even more behind on my blogging, it does remind me to be social and not spend my entire life behind a screen. It is a little funny though, when I get voice mail messages from home making sure I’m still alive.

Some vague updates on my life: I’m working on finally finally getting my completed Casa G article into a publishable format with some pictures and other fun stuff, and running with a new theme on my La Red article so that the writing portion of that can be finished this week as well. Tomorrow (Wednesday) my friend John Andrew (who has been working with International Teams in Guayaquil) will be coming up to Quito to hang out for a while, Thursday is Thanksgiving (obviously) so all of the Youth World crew that are in town will be celebrating at Laura’s house, then finally on Saturday the Jensen family and us three interns ‘s will be heading to Mindo for a short retreat. Hopefully that will mean lots and lots to write about, and that I will have some time to actually do that and post it.

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It’s officially Monday, now, which means the day after tomorrow I’ll be on a plane.

I’m excited to go back to Ecuador, to see friends, to join ministries that I’m passionate about, to see what God has in store for me for an entire year and to begin to discover how He is going to use me. But most of the time it hasn’t really hit yet what a big deal it is. I just feel like I’m going to a familiar place for a short little while, and wondering why all these people keep hugging me and trying to cry.

One of the side effects of not doing lots of writing this summer has been a lack on information on my blog about the ministry that I’ll be doing. I think another may be that I haven’t fully processed it like I’m used to doing, so I’ll try to rectify that right now with a brief summary of what (I think) the next year has in store for me.

I will be headed back to work with Youth World, where I will be serving in a couple of ways that are right up my alley. I will be teaching music/guitar at at least two of Youth World’s partner ministry sites, Iglesia Carmen Bajo and Mision Emaus. I’ll also be doing some PR for Youth World, which will be in the form of writing for the organization’s web site (linked above) about the ongoing ministries at various partner sites.

When people talk about serving as a missionary, what comes to your mind? I have to say, until very recently, writing web pages and playing guitar would not have been my first answers. It’s fascinating to me that God uses my abilities for His work, no matter how strange a combination of skills I may seem to have, and how unimportant they seemed even to me before I thought about them in the context of ministry. But that’s the thing. Ministry is about people. It’s about relationships, and connecting people, and connecting with people, and God connecting with people.

Music is inherently social. I don’t believe I know anyone who builds, plays, and writes music for guitars. Maybe a couple people who do at least two of those things, but not everything that’s necessary for a beautiful piece of music to eventually get played for the first time. And I certainly can’t think of anyone who would bother to do any of those things if there wasn’t anyone else to enjoy it. I’ve found a love of playing for God, and I’ve even found (despite nerves and lack of talent) the joy of playing for other people in being part of worship. Something I picked up for my own enjoyment turns out something God uses for the benefit of other people, and a way for me to give back to him in a form that’s more personal to me than many others possible ways.

Writing is similar. We wouldn’t need the written word if we didn’t communicate with other people. And God has given me the opportunity to connect with people in some completely different places through things that I enjoy to begin with. How might He use the gifts He’s given you?

Preparations? What are those?

Jerry asked me tonight if I was nervous about heading out heading out to Ecuador so soon. As it turns out, I don’t even know how to describe what I am feeling right now. Having been to Ecuador twice before, and knowing a ton of the people I’ll be working with at Youth World, it just feels like I’m taking a short ride to spend some time doing something I love with people I love. I’m not sure when it will really sink in, or if I’ll just keep thinking that this is a normal part of my life (because at this point, it is a pretty normal part of my life).

Maybe it’s just because I’m a procrastinator, or maybe it’s because of that same lack of appreciation for embarking on a totally different chapter of life, but in some ways I don’t feel remotely prepared. For instance my suitcase. Still empty and in the closet of the guest room. And I’m leaving the day after tomorrow. Stay tuned.

Why Do People Have Accents Anymore?

I’ve had quite a tour of this half of the United States so far this summer, as far east as the Outer Banks of North Carolina as far west as Elgin, Illinois, as far south as Atlanta and as far north as Holland, Michigan. What blows me away, even more so than my own travel skills (I’ve taken more public transportation in the last month than I knew existed in this country) is the difference in the way people talk.

Within fifteen minutes of meeting people during training in Illinois, and getting ever worse the more time I spent with my Michiganian friends, I was pronouncing my “O”s the long way, as in the way someone from Minnesota says “Minnesota” (on a semi-related note, if you ever want a laugh, get a Minnesotan to say “diaper bag). It’s like the pronunciation is contagious, and I incorporate it so fast and so strongly that as late as this Thursday evening, ten days after I’d left Holland, Lydia told me to “stop saying [my] ‘o”s like that,” without me even so much as mentioning that I’d noticed myself doing it.

Another experience with a Michigander (yes, that’s also another correct demonym) brought local accents and phrases to my attention, but this time the other way around. Sarah W.1 made fun of my for saying “y’all.” Of course, I made fun of her right back for being unable to pronounce it. Being a typical northerner she said it closer to “yoll,” which is quite a difference: the apostrophe is both necessary and distinguishable to anyone on this side of the Mason-Dixon.

In many countries, certain areas are totally isolated, whether simply from each other or from everywhere. In the United States, where we functionally have one language (though we do not and should not have an “official” language), it seems strange that that single language can change so much from place to place. Not so strange, you might say, with the size and diversity of the United States. But everyone watches the same T.V.

That’s really what boggles my mind. While it’s understandable that most non-natives wouldn’t guess the proper pronunciation of Moyock2, because there’s not much reason to hear the word. But it’s mind-boggling that nobody in Wisconsin can actually say “Wisconsin.” Of course, they’d say nobody outside Wisconsin can say “Wisconsin,” but I say the majority rules. (I’m joking, but you get the point).

Once in a while I’ll catch myself saying a long “I” in true southern fashion. I don’t mind it so much (or here in North Carolina, “I don’t miiiiiind,” or in Mississippi, “I don’t maaaaaand,”) when I’m here, but I try to force myself to say it correctly so I don’t sound like a redneck when I’m outside of my redneck hometown (despite giving a tutorial a fortnight ago about the usage of “you, y’all and all y’all”). I would think, though, that since you don’t hear national newscasters saying “Tonaaaaaght’s top story…” that everyone would catch themselves after a while and slowly morph their language into a more accent-neutral English.

Language, though, tends to be a jealously-defended personal aspect that we tie to our own personalities. For instance, I’ve grown up in the south, and look how I defended my own use of the contraction “y’all,” (wow, that turned into a great example- it’s almost like I thought of it beforehand). I wanted to say to Sarah “Don’t you listen to rap?”, knowing that she was thinking “People really say “y’all” in real life?”, which just goes to further both points, that we hang on to our local language idiosyncrasies (“we” meaning east coast rappers in this example, and thus not necessarily being inclusive of me), but also that technology, specifically mass media, ought to neutralize that, though it only does it to the extent that you can point to it in defense. Despite the connotations of southern accents, hip-hop slang, and mid-westerners’ inability to speak at all3 regional accents persist, and both boggle my mind (or bottle it) and entertain.

 

1As opposed to other Sara(h)s that are a part of my life: A., B., C., C., D., F., G., H., M., M., M., O., T. or mom.
2It’s mo?j?k, if you were wondering, or MO-yock if you can’t read IPA symbols or your computer isn’t displaying these.
3Just kidding.4
4And then, not really.