In my last post, I first mentioned how I thought if the first few days of 2014 were any indication of this year, than its going to be great.  At the time, I had semi-hopeful news, but I didn’t want to jinx anything. so that’s all I lead on about.  But here’s the story.  Well, back story first.

Back in August, I posted this picture on Instagram:


With the caption, “On Wednesdays, we wear hot pink skirts to job interviews”. (Take on a Mean Girls Quote.)  That day, I had an interview for a media relations position at Software Advice, this really cool company that…you guessed it, advises companies on which software is best for their needs.  I initially had a phone interview with them, but this was the second step in the process: in-person interview.  I was really nervous, but thought the interview had gone well.  After the interview, I posted this picture on Instagram:


With the caption, “Next door to where I interviewed today.  Hopefully a good sign?” Because I mean, honestly, a) there’s a Hotel St. Cecilia in Austin and b) it was next door to this awesome job.  That definitely got my hopes up.  Well, fast forward to the following Monday, and the HR woman I had been in touch (Bethany) with called to tell me the results.  She said the 2 managers I had met with really enjoyed meeting me and were impressed with me…but they had decided to go with someone with some more actual real-life PR experience.  She also said that since they enjoyed meeting me and all, they were going to keep my information on file in case anything came up in the future.  It was nice to hear all that, but I honestly thought it was just some HR bull.  However, I should have known it wasn’t, because in my experience applying for jobs and even getting interviews here, I have never received a call from a HR rep to let me know I didn’t get the job.  I’ve either NEVER heard back, or got an automated email saying I didn’t get it, or in one case got a snail mail letter saying I didn’t get.  Thanks.  Even places (well, it was really just one) that brought me in TWICE and never. told. me. anything.  I don’t get that.  If you have me come in twice, you better have the decency to call me to tell me I didn’t get it so I’m not just waiting around twiddling my thumbs.  However, all that frustration has melted away.

On January 3rd, I got a call from Bethany, asking if I was still looking for a position.  She said Software Advice was expanding more and was looking for more raw talent than before, and the two managers I had met with before thought of me.  So of course I agreed to coming in for another interview!  It was originally for a follow-up interview, but when she emailed me the details, it turns out that wanted to bring me in for a more detailed interview.  The idea was to do a ‘day in the life’ type thing where I shadow two employees there on the team to see what they do on a daily basis.  I freaked out, but was so excited.  Long story short, I came in, even met with the CEO (WHAT! I was so nervous), and then had two full days to mull over everything I said or didn’t and curse myself for the answers I gave.

But………..I found out Friday, the 10th, that I got the job. !!!!!!! I didn’t hear til nearly 6 pm, and I figured that was a bad sign.  I had missed the call from Bethany and as I listened to the voicemail, I kept waiting for the “….but we’re going with someone else”.  It never came.  But an offer did.  I immediately called Bethany back to let her know I got the message, and that I was so excited.  And then I pretty much cried on the phone to my mom because I was so happy.  Seeing this email has made me happier than one could expect:

SAIts been a tough 6 months, a humbling 6 months, but everything has led here.  Those false hopes and frustrations and interviews that went nowhere…were for a reason.  I appreciated everyone’s help in Austin who was willing to take my resume, pass it along to anyone they thought might help, set up interviews, or even just have a kind word when I was frustrated.  It all meant so much to me.  After dinner at my friend Josh’s apartment one night in early November, I had sort of been down about the whole ordeal and with the holidays coming up.  When I got home, Josh texted me this picture:


It helped me refocus at the time, but now…I know its the truth.  Five months after my initial interview, and now I have a job that I start tomorrow.  I’m so incredibly excited and and nervous, but even more so: I’m ready.  2014 is going to be amazing.


New Year, New Beginnings

First off, if the first 4 days of January are ANY indication as to how 2014 will be for me, this is going to be one kick ass year.  Anyway, I wanted to write this post on December 31st, but life gets in the way.  I realize it’s a few days past when everyone does their ‘year in review’ type note, but I still want to do it.

I’m not going to sugarcoat it – 2013 was one huge, painful, learning experience.  In March, my 28-year-old cousin Andrew was killed in Afghanistan while serving his country, and while I was in San Diego for work, excited to be near In-N-Out burger.  You know that Mat Kearney song, “Closer to Love”?  There’s a lyric that says, “I guess we’re all one phone call from our knees.”  Let me tell you, never has a lyric so concisely summed up that experience.  Getting at call at 6 AM while you’re on travel for work,  wondering if your mom knows the time difference between Alabama and California, and then having your world shattered.  I think from that moment, I was a different person.  How could you not be?  I don’t dwell on trivial, minuscule things any more.  People complaining about the weather or being bored at work or even traffic make me realize they are lucky: they haven’t felt this pain before.  And its not their fault, but it makes you second-guess those people in your life and their role there.

Following that, I realized how alone I felt in DC.  The majority of my friends there were married, or their families were just a drive away.  And I began to want to be near family.  Being an army brat, I have known a childhood of not really knowing my family that well because we were in a different continent.  Fortunately, I do feel close to my father’s side of the family, but my mom’s side seemed to be this mystical idea- people who’s names I knew, and we I might have met a handful of times when I was a kid, but…I wanted more.  For the most part, my mom’s is spread all over the country, but a good chunk of them (mostly extended) live in Austin.  The thought of leaving DC had been in my mind for a few years, but this solidified that decision.  Also, knowing a great group of friends from high school who reside in Austin helped with the decision.  At Andrew’s wake, my aunt said for me to live every day.  Live everyday to the fullest, for Andrew.  To honor him.  So I want to make a drastic change to move to a city where I felt more myself that I had in years.

Of course, out of tragedy, several things can happen.  Some families can fall apart.  And others can come together like never before.  I’m so happy that my family is the later.  I spent the ACL weekend with my cousin Mary, and we stayed at our uncle’s house for it, even meeting up with our cousin for a few of the shows.  For Thanksgiving this year, I spent it at my mom’s cousin’s house, with his parents and one of his many brothers.  I don’t think I have the words to express how being there, even being invited, warmed my heart.  While I don’t regret anything about my childhood in the Army, you do sometimes lack a bit of family connection.  At 29 (well, now 30), I’m finally experiencing it on my mom’s side of the family, and I’m so grateful.

So, needless to say, this year has been rough, has been challenging, but has also been so rewarding.  Whenever I get  in my head too much, wondering why I left my stable job, my cushy DC job for current temp work in Austin, I just stop and remind myself that here, I can run into my cousin at church (totally happened!) and then get invited to her baby shower (Jan. 11th- I’m so excited)!  To me, that means more than being able to have fancy cable or having shopping splurges.  Also, my social network here is AMAZING.  I’m in a book club again (YAY! Nerds Unite!), feel bad when I have TOO many offers of stuff to do on the weekends when I’m really looking forward to being lazy, and just love being accepted in this fold where everyone wants to see you succeed and thrive.  Its so nice.  Really nice.

Along those lines, I grossly underestimated the job search and market here in Austin.  But…things are greatly looking up in the new year, and I know that there’s a plan for me and I need to just have faith.  I’ve also come to the realization that I want to write.  I want to write for my job, and I want to write for fun/pleasure.  So one new year’s goal (not resolution!!), I want to blog more.  I know it will give me more practice writing, even if it isn’t going to be seen by more than my mom or best friend, but I will get satisfaction out of it.  Also, I’ve decided to not drink in January, for health and financial reasons.  I just want to start this new year, this clean slate, with a clean mind.

Hope everyone is as hopeful for 2014 as I am!

Looooooonnngg Time, No See

Oh hey there, Internets.  Its been QUITE a minute since I last blogged.  After grad school, blogging didn’t seem like such a priority.  I wanted to be LIVING life instead of blogging about it.  However, so many changes have happened since then that I wanted to start this up again as a fun resource of what’s going on in my life.

So, main thing: I just moved from DC, my home of 6 years (crazy long time for a military brat), to AUSTIN, TEXAS.  Crazy pants, right?  Well, several decisions lead me to the decision, but ultimately, I wanted a change.  And let me tell you, its a HUGE change.  I’ve been used to knowing how my every day would be, knew how it was for six years at the same building I had my first real adult job at, and now…I’m steadily looking for a job.  I have my graduate degree in hand, and want to actually use that.  I loved DC, I loved my job, who I worked with, who I worked for, but ultimately…I want to be challenged, and I want a CAREER.  Preferably, one in which I have two degrees.

So here it is: I’m roommates with a friend I’ve known since 1995, I’m starting to not hate country music with the same passion as before, and I just want to  document my transition to a new place.  That’s it for now, but I do promise to be more diligent (HA!) about updating here, no matter how mundane it might see.  Great to see you again, Internets!  You’re looking great.

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RESPONSE #12- Politics of the Future

So its our last assigned blog entry.  Sad news!  Now my ramblings won’t be semi-focused on something!Garrett'sBook

For class we had the book our teacher, Garrett Graff, wrote: The First Campaign, about how the 2008 political campaign was the first one to be prominent on the Internet.  Its crazy to think that five years ago, I wasn’t using Google, Facebook, or  Twitter.  I feel like I have used those tools for forever…alas, not so much.

So, dear readers…I have a dirty little secret.  One I’m kind of ashamed to admit, mainly because of where I live.  The secret: I’m not all that into politics.  I know, I know.  Its probably a disgrace and all, but its the truth.  Why fight it any longer?  I guess I should clarify- its not that I’m not interested, its just not my passion, like it is for many people.  Especially around here.  Which is great; to each his own.  I think that sometimes maybe having grown up detached from America in so many ways, I never thought about politics too much or anything.  Don’t get me wrong, I was ECSTATIC the day I turned 18 for the sole reason that I could vote (nerdy, yes).  And for the elections that I’ve been able to vote in, I’ve researched the candidates to see who I most align with and briefly read up on the subjects of importance.  But it sort of stops there.  At times I really wish I was more passionate about politics because it just seems like such a fascinating field…but seems on such a different level than me.

Anyway, now that that’s out of the way…on to the assignment.  We are to predict what the key to winning the 2012 election will be.  I honestly believe it will be the use of social media online and rallying supporters in the online world.  It worked for Obama.  But I think so much will be demanded online of candidates for 2012.

Reading Garrett’s book, and describing how, in the 80s, five big millionaire big wigs pretty much determined the platform of the GOP.  When I read it, I immediately thought of Big Media agendas being pushed from the top down through the major newspapers; deciding what they think is news.  Why is a select few of millionaires deciding what is important to address this country with?  I equated it to Web 1.0- one way communication; being talked AT, not talked WITH.

I think the way the Internet has evolved to the conversation mindset, changing journalism and online interaction, is an example of how politics should change and evolve.  I think Obama made a right choice in starting this.  Yes, I realize that his main goal was probably donations and raising money, but why can’t it spill over into the platforms and issues that need to get talked about?  I think politicians most definitely should be made more accessible and offer more conversations.  And not just at presidential election time.  If they are making policies and decisions that are changing lives, why isn’t there more interaction with the community?  Maybe there is and I am just not aware, but I think its the step that needs to be taken.  Oh, and not Twittering during a Congressional speech.  Have websites (hello, you ought to have one now.  This Internet is NOT a phase!), have discussion boards on there, and interact with people of all walks of life that you are speaking for.  Maybe if this starts happening, I’ll get more interested in politics.

One last thought…as social media and online presence demands transparency and its own set of ethics, maybe this will help deter that old stigma about politicians.  🙂

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Response to Classmate’s Blog #3

I loved reading Moritz’s (Maurice?) blog post about the Fall of the Berlin Wall.  I loved how passionate and informative it was.  I was barely six when the wall came down, but I definitely think of it has a paramount moment in history.  Although I am American, I was born in Berlin so I get a sense of pride when thinking about it.

I wish I remembered more of as a kid.  However, we moved from Berlin when I was three, so I basically have no memories of it.  My mom always talks about Berlin with this far-away gleam in her eye; she has often said it was her favorite place that my father was stationed while he was in the Army.  She loves telling me stories of the fancy parties they used to have, watching Steffi Graf and Martina Navratilova playing tennis against each other and just how great the quality of  life was.  Germans were always kind and gracious, especially with a newborn around.  🙂  The travelling opportunites were excellent, and she and my dad got to see so much.  One of my favorite home videos is of a trip the three of us took to Norway.

I also know it was slightly daunting living there, as well.  In home videos, you can see my dad pan out to checkpoints and see armed Soviet guards staring at him.  And of course, you can see part of the massive wall with the barbed wire  on top.  My mom would also tell stories of going to East Berlin for shopping trips.  She rarely ever did this, whereas many Army wives would go frequently because items were really cheap there.  Anyway, my mom talks of this huge ordeal, having to fill out paperwork to get a day pass to go to East Berlin.  They were warned to be aware of surroundings in the event that they might be targeted for kidnapping.   Cars were thoroughly searched entering and leaving, especially leaving (to ensure you didn’t smuggle an East German).  My mom says the shopping trips were stressful because she KNEW the entire time that they were being watched closely; to the point where she wasn’t sure if it was worth the trip over.  She describes the scenery as bleak and despressing, but I suppose you wouldn’t expect anything less than that.  It made her appreciate life on the other side so much more.

I wish I could remember more of Berlin, especially during the time that parents loved so much (should I be offended its their favorite place and I can’t remember it because I was a baby?!  JUST KIDDING!).  I’d love to go back…but I can’t help feeling like I missed seeing a great bit of history but not experiencing it before and after.  But I’ll definitely go back one day.


Response to Classmate’s Blog #2

I was reading our class blogroll, reading entries to see which I’d like to respond to next.  I saw that a number of people responded to Rachel’s “The Cult of Beauty” entry, so I wanted to read what she said.  Her entry was in response to this article, and I immediately realized I wanted to respond, as well, because its definitely a topic I think a lot about.

I think it is astonishing how much a woman will spend on beauty products in her life.  I mean, I can empathize with the author of the article: I look around my bathroom and see 3/4 empty shampoo and conditioner bottles that have been neglected the minute I get a new bottle.  I know there’s tons of beauty products in my bathroom that I just don’t use.  And what possessed me to buy them?  Who knows.  I can clearly see a case of blue eyeshadow with my makeup.  BLUE. Why on earth would I need that, other than the occasional Leg Warmers concert?!?  I have a tubberware full of products I don’t use any more.  Granted, I think the only beauty product I absolutely HAVE to have one at all times is chap stick.  But this article makes me think that I need to re-evaluate just what products I’m spending my money on.

I just can’t help but to think how this negative body image and the results of it in today’s world will effect my children one day.  If things seem out of control now, how will it be for them as teenages in 2020 or whenever they will be tweens/teens?  I look at teens these days, and I’m just confused by it.  Why do you need a Coach bag at 15?  I feel like I’m on a different level than girls these days.   In high school I might have been reading Seventeen magazine at 14 like so many others, but…I didn’t buy expensive clothes, I wore Adidas Superstars to prom, and didn’t really care about fancy things.  Because I was a teenager.  I’m glad I experienced it that way, without worrying about having the fanciest phone or the newest Prada bag.  I lived life like a teenager, not a mini-adult.  My friends also didn’t care about those things.  We focused on school, but also building our character through service projects during spring break, having fun dancing on the weekends at places where you could wear Pumas and a cute shirt, and just being ourselves.  I’m grateful for that.

I’m not saying I didn’t not care what I was wearing and how I looked…I just think it was on a completely different level.  I wasn’t allowed to dye my hair (still grateful for that, mom!) and I never got manicures and pedicures and stuff.  I feel like I appreciate all that stuff so much more now because I didn’t do those things as a teen.

The Pros and Cons of Baseball Season

Royals!So baseball has officially started.  YAY!  I love baseball.  But especially being there in person to see a game.  My two favorite teams are the KC Royal (shut it…I realize they aren’t that great) and the Boston Red Sox.  I understand they are both in the same league and apparently ‘you can’t root for teams in the same league’ but I don’t care.  I do what I want.  Anyway, I’m fans of these two teams, because when I was a kid living in the states, we first lived in Kansas and then Massachusetts.  And I really got into baseball when we lived in MA.  I’m talking like, I knew stats and stuff.  Now, not so much.   I think the best thing about going to a baseball Red Sox!game is WHO you go with.  Its been great going to Nationals games with great friends.  Baseball is so much better in person to enjoy it.  I feel like spring has officially begun when baseball starts up.

So I work near the Navy Yard, which now means I also work near the new Nationals’ stadium.  Starting last year, the parking around here started getting pretty scarce.  And now, its just awful.  I mean, yes, I could park at the $6 lot…but…that gets old after a while.  I had been carpooling in with my best friend, Matt and his roommate Wil which worked out lovely, using the HOV-3 lane and all.  However, Matt is now in Seattle for three months for an internship.  And I like getting in earlier than Wil has been lately.  As a result, I’ve started taking the metro in, utilizing the free shuttle from my apartment complex to the Pentagon City metro, and taking the train into DC from there.

DC Metro mapI always like riding the metro.  Yes, there are times where its super crowded (hello, cherry blossom season), or I get cranky when I’ve just missed a train I need and another one isn’t coming for 8 minutes.  But for the most part, I really enjoy people watching.  Its probably one of my favorite things to do.  Picking out the tourists (UGH!  You don’t stand on the left side of the escalator!) and just seeing the assortment of people who ride it.  Military personnel, students, young professionals, older business people, I really like it.  I just wish I utilized it more.  However, with the start of the baseball season and the awful parking situation at work, I have a feeling I will be using it much more from now on.

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RESPONSE #11- An Internet War

There are few subjects that get me sensitive and emotional: my family, my faith/religion….and most of all, talk of the Military.  Lucky for me, our discussion topic this week is the War in Iraq and the Internet.   There is so much I can say on this, but I’m going to try to keep my thoughts coherent and concise.

First off, I’m an Army brat, so that’s why I’m so sensitive to this subject.  Who I am today is because my father was in the Army and I was raised in a tight-knit community; I’ve never come across anything else like it.  I’m proud to have been raised in it and to have been apart of it.  Whenever I’m around soldiers, I feel at home.  The use of acronyms and deployment stories instantly makes me feel at home.  Even now, I’m still connected to it.  My cousin, Andrew, is deployed in Afghanistan.  High school classmates of mine are in the Army now.  Greg is in Med school in Bethesda, and Eric, after two tours in Iraq, is in college in Wisconsin.  Hank was featured on the front page of the Wall Street Journal, and is currently stationed in Germany.  Ben, whom I only knew one year in high school, was station in Afghanistan.  He was killed…he was killed protecting his troop.  I went to his funeral at Arlington National Cemetary, and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced.  At 24…he was gone.  A stand-up guy with qualities everyone wishes there were more of in this world.

Its hard reading the different sides of the use of the Internet in this war, because I honestly don’t know where I stand concerning it.   I’m invested personally in it by knowing people fighting in it, and know people in the past who did.  But then I read things like Baghdad Burning (under The Rape of Sabrine) and I become livid.  Livid that such atrocities are still occurring, and that Americans have a part in it.  I don’t pretend to be naive and think things like this never happen, but I’m angry for that woman and what happened to her.  And I’m angry that good soldiers get a bad rep because of the stupid ones that did that.  I think of my father, who spent the Gulf War setting up camps for Turkish refugees that Sadam threw out of Iraq, finding clean water for them and providing food and protection for them.  I think of my friends who are/were there, being good guys and risking their lives, DYING in this seemlessly unending war.

Moving on to the assignment…reading the Wired article about how the Military is handling bloggers, I get it.  I deal with confidential and senstivie material at work and I clearly can’t blog about it.  I understand that aspect.  However, I think blogging during this war gives a human face to all of this.  Especially to those who might not have a personal connection to the war.  It humanizes it; it personalizes it.  It clearly also provides a way for loved ones far away to stay connected with family and friends back home.  My cousin Andrew has a flickr account and profile pictures of Afghanistan, emailing us when he has updated it.

I think the most important aspect of Web 2.0 and the War on Terror…is that it allows both sides to be seen.  This isn’t “winners write the history books”.  Victims of the war everywhere are speaking out, giving their accounts of incidents and how it is impacting their lives, whether they are American or Iraqi.  Everyone efffected (affected?  dang it!) is writing the history books.  That, in itself, is powerful.

Lastly, when searching around the links put on our class blog, I came across Army of Dude. I looked at his blogroll and thought “GI Kate” sounded interesting, and started reading her blog.  I immediately liked it.  She sounds like someone I’d be friends with.  While reading through her posts, I saw one about a documentary about Women in the Military. I was very interested in it, and even used the YouTube link as one of my (not sure if it counts as what was required, but I liked it all the same) links for the week.  It must be especially hard for women in this war.  Now, I can’t stop thinking about them.

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Response to Classmate’s Blog #1

When I read Jay’s blog about her bad day, I could commiserate.  Not that I’ve had a single day of misfortune, but more like random occurrences.  Like the other day- puncturing my recently purchased coffee in the bottom of it with no hopes of saving the scalding beverage.  *Sigh*  This seems to be heightened when my best friend, my cousin Mandy, is around (you can read her misadventures on her blog).  So much so, that we’ve decided a movie should be made about our chronicles or even a reality show (yuck….maybe not) so people could see just what crazy things happen to us.

The most memorable string of craziness has to have been our 2006 summer trip to Europe.  We decided to celebrate graduating from our respective colleges by traisping across Europe.  It was great going back to places I grew up with and visited as a kid.  As much as we planned ahead of time, you know…things inevitably go wrong.  And many, many things went wrong.Me & M in Germany

The first being not knowing the address of our first stop in Ireland, while being jet-lagged.  Not fun.  After that, upon leaving Paris enroute to Barcelona, not realizing that you had to make reservations on trains, so we were stranded for an extra day in France.  Luckily, we had a back up plan to stay with one of my family members in the South of France.   Once in Switzerland, we went for a hike tGoofballhat ended up being nearly 15 miles (all mountain) and panicked when we thought it was going to downpour in the middle of it.  When in Rome (hahaha!), Mandy lost the key to her luggage and ended up prying her suitcase open with pliers.   And then the apex of the story: Venice.

Oh, Venice.  You seemed so promising at first.  And yet, you kicked us in the shins.  From the moment we arrived in Venice, it was bad news.  We arrived on a Friday and there was some festival going on and we could not get to our hostel.  Mainly because we were staying on the separate island to the south of Venice, but still…the water taxis weren’t running there.  The streets were crowded with people that would not budge for us and the fireworks were loud and we weren’t exactly sure where we Us in St. Marco's Plaza...somehow happywere going.  When we tried leaving Venice on Monday, we found out that you have to make a reservation off the island ahead of time, and apparently no trains out of Venice leave the country of Italy.  The plan was to take a sleeper train to Paris, because we had a flight out of there Tuesday night back to Dublin (where we started) and flying back to the States Thursday.  Well, when we couldn’t get a train out Monday, we were stuck.  With no place to stay.  And after five weeks of travelling in Europe, we’d had enough.  After many tearful phone calls homes, we got a rescheduled flight to Dublin from Venice…but for the next day.  So I went through my travel guide starting with the hotels and calling every one until we found an opening somewhere.  I owe that Maitre D’ my first born.

This is sadly only a small recap of some of the many random things that have happened to us.  But I think it strengthens our sense of humor.  Because really, at this point, nothing really shocks us.

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RESPONSE #10- GloBlogging

This week, we are looking at blogging across the world.  Its easy, for me at least, to just be confined and exposed to mainly American blogs.  Our assignment was to go to Global Voice Online and pick a country that started with the first letter of our first name, and blog about what we saw there.

Out of the 19 countries listed that start with “C”, I first immediately chose the Cayman Islands.  I suppose the thought of the beach drew me in to pick that one first.  However…the most recent blog about the Cayman Islands was updated September 2008.  About Hurricane Gustav.  So I wanted something more recent…and a bit more unfamiliar.  Next one attempted was  Czech Republic.

I saw an interesting post about the lunar eclipse that happened on February 20, 2008.  It had multiple YouTube videos posted that people from all over the world had uploaded their views of the eclipse.  I realize this post is a year old, but it was still interesting to see how people from all over the world are dealing with the same events, but from their one perspective and using a cool medium.

So, I still wanted something more recent.  Enter Cameroon.  The first published blog (March 17th) was all about how the Pope was visiting in March, and how (or if) this would have any political effects.  It showcased many different quotes from Cameroon-ians opinions on his visit, and how they think it will impact the country.  The posts address serious and alarming issues, and don’t attack the Pope, but rather offer ways in which the Pope should address issues that are pertinent in Cameroon, and other places across the world.  My favorite quote from this post is:

As a spiritual leader who represents hope, he must not only tell us to just keep waiting and hoping. We expect him to be courageous enough to tell those thwarting the hope of Cameroonians and Africans to at least, have some feelings for human beings and or their fellow citizens.

I think this blogger wants the Pope to stand up for the injustices he sees in his country.  I like that he wants the Pope to be courageous.  It seems sometimes easy to talk at people, but the Cameroon-ians want action.  I imagine it to be a peaceful action, especially if they are addressing these concerns with the leader of the Catholic Church.

Blogging allows issues worldwide, that might even effect you personally, to have a global platform.  It allows people to communication with other races and nations, and bring their issues to the forefront.  It allows a culture and heritage to gain global awareness and presence, just by publishing opinions and thoughts online.  I’m thankful that blogging isn’t restricted in these areas, and can be seen worldwide.

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