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31Jan/110

American of Last Resort

How, I find myself asking on this the eve of my separation from the Duty Phone, shall I fill the void left by the brief but intense week of constant vigilance as Duty Officer for the Embassy here in Kingston?

Bearing the burden...

Yes, just because the Embassy is closed does not mean that some American citizen on the island is not going to have an emergency. In the same vein, just because it is 3:00 in the morning doesn't mean that someone out there doesn't think it's a splendid time for an anxious mother in Kentucky to call the Embassy's emergency line because their 22 year old daughter, on spring break, isn't answering her cell phone, and her pet hamster back home might have a cold...

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2Jan/110

Rollover – A new year. Carry on.

The streets of Kingston erupted in patches of chaos as the countdown neared zero, the crescendo of bottle rockets, revving motor bike engines, and dancehall music from street parties reaching a rather lustful climax around midnight. The dancing and drinking, sweating and loving and fighting surely proceeded through the dawn, but contentment for me was in the solitude of my spacious apartment here in Kingston 8, consuming media and embracing rest.

As individuals make their New Year Resolutions, pundits and politicians, journalists and commentators struggle to carve out a fleeting moment of media presence as they evaluate the past year and make predictions on the one to come. Optimism and predictions of doom seem to go hand in hand this year - I guess we, the public, get to choose which one we want to buy, like so many cereals in the grocery store. A worst case scenario, in my mind, mediocrity, seems to be all too acceptable by too many people who, I suppose, figure it could be much worse.

The first weeks of this new year, however, present me a rather unambiguous challenge: to overcome the often frustrating restrictions imposed by a broken collarbone.

One month after my dramatic motorbike crash, medical evacuation, and subsequent return to this island to work at the U.S. Embassy in Jamaica, I am still frustrated by the expenditure of so much energy on the healing process, energy that would otherwise prove quite useful in facing the demands of a normal day and energy needed to go above and beyond those demands.

For indeed, this new year, like the last, presents those kinds of opportunities nearly every instance, an opportunity to not only meet challenges head on but to do it in a new way, to turn the challenge inside out and create something whose impact reaches beyond.

So, for 2011:

Heal broken bones

Conquer the world

In that order.

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26Nov/100

Leftover Turkey?

Ah yes, the leftovers. Thanksgiving itself is always wonderful - the gathering of family and friends, a bit of leisure, and of course, the food. It is the latter that keeps on giving days after the actual celebration - there is always more food prepared than can be consumed at one time.

The turkey was not exactly easy to come by here in Jamaica, and it wasn't quite the same without my family around. But it was still good, and was especially tasty in today's stirfry with a bunch of Jamaican vegetables.

Happy Thanksgiving.

16Nov/100

More about fish

One of the local staff at work takes orders for fish from a local fisherman. Today he brought in parrot fish for me - always a bit of a gamble, trying a fish you've never seen that is named after something with feathers - but this time it paid off. Grilled with garlic and some liquid aminos, the meat is firm and a little bit tangy. (Note: it looked even better AFTER it was cooked...)

Jamaican Parrot fish, fresh from the sea

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14Nov/100

Morant Bay

The aesthetics of my noon time meal were memorable,

Steamed fish at Lyssons Beach, outside Morant Bay

Lyssons Beach

unfortunately, it was apparent the fish was not the freshest, and the meal was about a B. But that wasn't really the point. The point was that I was sitting outside eating a steamed fish on a rural beach on the south coast of Jamaica, tired and a bit gritty from the motorbike ride through the mountains and gullies of highway A4, which fallows the coast line.

7Nov/100

This town is now mine

Alright, enough of this lack of mobility. There's a lot of Kingston to discover, and some good gettin' lost to get done. Shiny new helmet, new tires. Perhaps not the most testosterone-charged two-wheeled vehicle on the streets, but perfect for maneuvering Kingston's ridiculous traffic and for saving on gas money.

Vroom. This needs a soundtrack.

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30Sep/100

Kimchi in Jamaica, Kimchi Around the World!

Kimchi! It's really so easy that you don't really need a recipe. The bulk of it is normally cabbage, the chinese kind (but I've done it with regular green, and once with red, cabbage), but I also sometimes chop up and throw in cucumber, carrots, radishes, I've tried beets, apples, any other veggie or fruit that is relatively firm or fibrous that you want to try, for the most part. It's also common to put in green onion.

Kimchi in Kingston

Kimchi in Kingston, with cabbage, callaloo, lots of ginger

The other part is the flavoring, I use tons of ginger, chili flakes, some garlic. You want this stuff to coat as much of the other ingredients as possible, so I like to mix the spices together w/ a little liquid, sometimes the juice from a lemon, sometimes a little apple cider vinegar, sometimes even a little sesame oil, and pound it into a sort of paste.

The most important part of the whole process is the salt water solution. When you soak everything in a saline solution, it undergoes anaerobic fermentation - there is no oxygen. So it doesn't rot, like it would if there were oxygen, instead it sort of partly digests. That's why you want to pack the kimchi down when you're letting it sit and brew, to push out the air bubbles and prevent pockets of rotting.

OK, so chop up your cabbage into whatever sized chunks you want, put it all in a big ol' bowl, sprinkle the whole thing with sea salt, mix it all up to get the salt around, and let it sit for a while. In a little bit, mix up a salt solution. About 2 Tbls per 6 oz Cup of water is a decent ratio, but once you do it a couple times you can just taste it as you go. Cover the cabbage with the salt water, weighing it down with a plate so that it is all submerged. Let the cabbage soak for 3-6 hours, or even overnight.

After the cabbage is good and soaked, drain off all the water into another container, but save it. Mix all your other chopped ingredients together with the salty cabbage (it should taste salty). Put in your spice paste and mix it all together really well so that everything thing is coated with the chili/garlic/ginger/etc paste. I think the traditional kimchi will use the fermented chili paste in the spice paste, that is where the red color often comes from in kimchi. I don't have any here in Jamaica, however.

Now it's time to pack the whole mixture into the container you're going to use to brew. A big cylindrical ceramic pot is best, but I usually use a plastic one. Just don't use a metal one. Pack the mixture nice and tight into the container, pour the salt water over it until it is all submerged, and weight it down so that it all stays under water. You can use a plate, if it fits in the container, or you can also fill a zip lock bag with left over salt water and put that on top. You don't have to seal the container.

Let it sit for a day or two, give it a taste, and just let it brew until it's as tangy as you want it. There is a line to be crossed, however - you can let it sit for too long and it ferments too much. When it's where you want it, just stick it in the fridge to stop fermentation. You can pack into smaller jars if you want.

29Aug/101

Tropical Storms, Island Life

The fact that I am on a Caribbean island, easy to forget sometimes when you've been inside all day, was driven home this morning, the first hours of a hot, sunny Sunday that found me wandering down to the small shopping center to read the Sunday paper, when the air suddenly cracked with a violent thunder that set off hundreds of car alarms across the city and the sky opened to a torrent of rain and wind.

After standing outside of the market for half an hour, grocery bag in hand, I decided to break down and buy an umbrella from the scruffy fellow selling them - he had been watching me, tempting me, patiently waiting as my capacity to wait out the storm gave way to my boredom. In any case, by the time I made it back home I was soaked anyway, and, due to the inadequate drainage in Kingston that sees the streets turn to rivers at the slightest precipitation, my shoes gushed with water.

It was a good morning none the less, though. I found, to my great pleasure, a nearby cafe that not only had wifi, allowing me to read the Sunday NY Times, but served up the fabulous Blue Mountain coffee.

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31Jul/100

Ode to a good Pen

My black and silver Parker ballpoint pen, hiding from the unscrutinizing writer with its pacifying curvature, simple lines and basic colors, is nonetheless a thing of beauty. Unapologetic in its utility, it also expresses its own sort of architectural confidence, even arrogance.

Mightier than the sword

This pen was tucked in the sleeve of my backpack, at the ready in the pocket of my jeans, or resting in the pages of a notebook the entire time I traveled through South East Asia, assisting me as I circled landmarks and planned convoluted routes on coffee stained Lonely Planet guides or wrote down my thoughts on a long train ride through Vietnamese mountains.

The silver Sheaffer pen is a new acquisition and, while very nice, does not spin quite as well in my hand.

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28Jul/100

Kopi Luwak: Coveted Coffee of Sumatra