The End of One Adventure, The Start of Another

adventure, n.

a. That which comes to us, or happens without design; chance, hap, fortune, luck.

adventure, v.

I. To commit to chance.

1. trans. To take the chance of; to commit to fortune; to undertake a thing of doubtful issue; to try, to chance, to venture upon. (Oxford English Dictionary Online)

Tomorrow is my last full day in Jordan. By Monday afternoon I will be gazing upon the Bosporus in Istanbul, and I will meet my dear friends Dave and Matt for an unforgettable journey across Europe. There is not much that I can post about our travel itinerary as we have agreed to not agree on a travel plan. One could say that Dave, Matt, and I love the unknown. However, I can report that I will l be flying home to beautiful Seattle, Washington from London on the 14th of June. After a semester bopping around the Eastern Mediterranean and since I already have a rail pass (a thousand thank you's Aunty Bernie) I am remarkable unconcerned about not having firm plans. It shall be a truly incredible adventure.

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In light of the fore-mentioned travels, it has been difficult for me to feel like I am reaching a significant bookend. However, since getting out of my last exam on Wednesday I have been saying a lot of goodbyes to very good friends. It has been a strange process to say goodbye to folks without any guarantee that our paths will cross again. I can't wait to return to my friends and family in the Pacific Northwest, yet I have met some amazing people here and it is a little odd to leave folks with whom I shared so many unique experiences over the last 4 months. Thus, in an attempt to leave no friend unhugged (except for my Jordanian friends I am not allowed to hug because of my Y chromosome), the last few days have been filled with a flurry of meals out, last minute traveling around Jordan, and hours spent wandering the now very hot streets of downtown Amman. Not to mention catching my last couple episodes of my favorite Turkish soap opera with my host mom and Thursday WWE wrestling with my host dad. So yeah, what I am trying to say is that it is a little weird to leave.

Overall, studying abroad in Jordan has been a great experience. I have been frustrated at times, but generally I have found Jordan's abundant idiosyncrasies immensely humorous. I have learned a great deal both inside and outside the classroom. I liked a great number of my peers and I was continually impressed by the hospitality and kindness of Jordanians. I feel very fortunate to have had the opportunity to study here.

To close let me share an excerpt from my gournal from my second day in Amman: "Oh man this is strange. I could so easily be sitting in a pub in Scotland, Ireland, or New Zealand... Fucking Hubris!"

Well, it may have been hubris that brought me to Jordan, and I did choose the Middle East because I was more scared of it than anywhere else in the world, but I am immensely happy with my experience. I feel liberated from the inherited fear which is so well-documented in my early gournal entries and if I could go back in time I would definitely pick Jordan again.

The Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, Edward Said, and Explaining My Travels

First off a few successes to report:

1) I successfully finished my colloquial Arabic dia

lect exam on Sunday and my formal fussha Arabic exam today. I studied very hard for both and was very satisfied with the outcome. I am now done with half my academic classes and the other two are PolSci courses, which means blue book exams are in English (Al-hum-du-lila).

2) I successfully woke up at 3 AM this morning

and conference-called into a meeting I was asked to attend about summer employment taking place at 5 to 7 PM PST in Seattle. This summer is going to be great. I then took a nap this afternoon.

3) I had a Skype conference call this evening with my buddies Dave and Matt. We exchanged flight info, booked a hostel in the old city of Istanbul, and made a rough rendezvous plan. In 13 days I will meet them at the edge of Europe. SO EXCITED!!!

Now for the meat of this post (interestingly: Jordanians differentiate between meat and chicken. Meat is meat (basically lamb) and chicken is something else entirely. I don’t know what they think it is):

I want to try in this post to provide a reflection on the forces, which influence the way I represent my experiences abroad. I am keenly aware that I run the risk of being wholly incoherent in my summary of political theory. But heck, I crudely paraphrased Gandhi’s The Practice of Satyagraha to try complicate extra-judicial killings in my last post… so I am just going to run with it. That said, let me at least clearly state my operating thesis and if my argument seems like complete rubbish without the proper citations then you can at least now what I was trying to argue.

So here goes, as I type these words onto a uniquely self-centered media platform, it is tempting to believe that I am in control of the system of representation I have constructed to explain my experiences abroad. However, Orientalism exerts subtle control over my use of social media while abroad. The production of my travel narrative is confined by my subjectivity, and that includes the legacy of orientalist representation that I inherited as part of my occidental intellectual heritage. Or to put it slightly less precisely, considerably more simply, and a whole lot less pretentiously, my upbringing causes me to inaccurately portray my experiences most notably in my facebook albums, but also in this blog.

Edward Said wrote a lot of smart things over his career, but one notable observation was to point out in his seminal work Orientalism that 18^th and 19^th century travel narratives in the Middle East reproduced the same Orientalist troupes. Early travelers to Egypt for example elevated certain stereotypes (such as the Harem of oppressed women). These tropes became so ingrained in the form of travel writing that one couldn’t write about a cruise down the Nile without writing in orientalist stereotypes. Said convincingly argues that this trend is part of a larger phenomenon, by which the context in which a work is created limits the form in which that work can ultimately take. Whether a 18^th century travel story, a French painting of 19^th century Arabs, a 1946 National Geographic article comparing the western Israeli settlers to their eastern Palestinian neighbors, or a 2011 facebook album, context functions in the same manner. The pre-existing assumptions about a place or people limit what can be created, and more subtly what Spivak call the subjectivity of the speaker limits what questions can be asked and what is said.

In thinking about this blog it is clear to me that the same forces confine me in my production of social media. When I choose pictures to upload I feel compelled to select images that prove I am in the Middle East. Much as the 18^th century writer had to talk about a harem I had to put up a picture of the Dome of the Rock. The Temple Mount is particularly good picture because people instantly attach meaning to the image. The Dome of the Rock functions as a signifier. It is not just a beautiful monument in a disputed site, but a placeholder for all the mystical, exotic, and dangerous things Americans assume the Middle East to be. If I didn’t put up pictures that fit our orientalist assumptions (say if I chose images of me drinking slushies on campus with my friends twice a week) my experience would somehow be less authentic. Or at the very least, people would be less impressed by my travels. What alarms me about being confined by this Orientalist tendency is that to at least to some degree I know that I have exhibited the differences of the places I been, at the expense of accurately representing the similarities. My context and subjectivity, which include a desire to demonstrate the uniqueness of my study abroad experience, leads me to play into expectations of the region.

A more honorable use of social media would contest my society’s assumptions and inherited biases about the Middle East. It would show the similarities between the people here and back home. It would prove that there is nothing particularly wrong, exotic, or scary about a mosque or a woman who chooses to wear a hijab, and it would not lead people to believe that I see camels frequently. Yet, by my own assessment I seem to be failing to transcend my context and convey that through my use of social media.

Therefore, please all me to state a few thing I have perhaps failed to express adequately due to my reliance of the iconography of Orientalism.

1) Jordan is thoroughly modern. It is poor and culturally different from the United States but is also very similar in unexpected ways. People watch Glee everywhere.

2) To think of Jordan and the whole holy land by extension as an ancient or mystical place is to unfairly freeze the people who live here in time. It is unreasonable and inaccurate to see the region through this sort of ossified lens.

3) Prejudiced media coverage in the United States led me to be very scared when I arrived in Amman. This initial discomfort has proven completely unfounded.

4) I feel safer walking the streets here than I did in New York or the Bay Area (Though I attribute the vast majority of the minor discomfort I felt in those cities to my own racism).

5) Jordanians are the nicest people I have ever met. No one has ever linked me as a person to the foreign policy decisions made by my government. I wish that I could say the same thing about Americans blaming Muslims for the acts of a tiny percentage of adherents to Islam.

With Love, Michael

A Fascinating Day

So I awoke this morning to the sound of a television reporter talking about a large crowd gathering on the streets. Since I am studying abroad in the Eastern Mediterranean during a period of time known as the Arab Spring in which brave Arabs continue to protest and demand reform I have grown pretty used to this kind of reporting. I rolled over and went back to sleep not knowing that the crowds were not in the Middle East, but outside the gates of the White House.

Coincidently (as I had gone back to sleep), I was running late when I entered the living room and said good morning (sabha al-khair) to my host grandpa as I do everyday. My host grandpa is a remarkable 83 year old man, who is chalk full of wisdom and sayings some of which his grandmother taught him when they lived in Jerusalem prior to leaving in 1948. Yet this morning he just calmly motioned to the TV behind me asked me if I had seen the news. I turned and saw my buddy Obama walk to the podium. He calmly informed me that the United States had killed Osama Bin Laden. I was taken aback... So, I did what any logical young man who has spent nearly half a lifetime expecting the death of Osama... I grabed some bread and heated up some rice and put a healthy bit of salt on both (A typical breakfast, but better when there is cheese and meat to be had). Then I returned to the living room and talked to my grandpa some more before going to school.

As I walked to school, I thought about growing up in the shadow of the World Trade Center towers. I can say with certainty that I would never have found myself on the streets of Jordan were it not for the actions of Bin Laden. The repercussions of that day have effected world events and our individual lives in innumerable ways. It was all very weird.

It was particularly strange to walk across the University of Jordan campus surrounded by thousands of Jordanians and know that none of those around me were experiencing the day in the same manner that I was. As I approached the Faculty of Foreign Languages to attend my arabic class, I passed an American peer of mine. For whatever reason (probably due to a self-centered desire to gloat over my possession of the latest news), I called out to her, "Did you hear the news?" She yelled back "Yes! I did" and smiled. That encounter perhaps encapsulated the day. Most Americans I saw today participated in a strange collective celebration. In that encounter I hollered "Did you hear the news" because even though I was speaking in English I didn't want all the Arabs around me to hear me say the name Osama Bin Laden. For they would all know what I was talking about. I wanted to be discreet, but also had a strange desire to celebrate.

Although, people and governments all around the world voiced approval for the death of Osama Bin Laden, Americans experienced the day differently. In DC and New York and thousand other places, people brought out their collections of outrageously large American flag, college students partied in the streets, and the uniquely uncompromising chant of "U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" rang through the air. In Amman, Americans patted each other on the back, wished one another "Happy America Day", and some covertly drank hard alcohol. Despite the airs of moral confusion I hope to portray in this post, I went out for a burger. I celebrated the death of Osama with the refreshingly consistent taste of a McDonalds BigMac, Fries, and a Coke (the first time I have yielded to MickyD's in the 3 months I have been here).

It is difficult for me to process exactly what occurred today and, though I know plenty of Americans dissented from the celebrations I have just described, I believe that celebrating the death of Osama is a uniquely American reaction to a targeted assassination.

In the days that followed 9/11, Americans greatly simplified the conflict in which they were engaged. The American public generally demonized a few extremists without trying to understand the conditions that created them. Americans transformed Osama from a hateful, intolerant, and violent anti-imperialist into a symbol of evil itself. In short, we did a lot of flag waving and not very much self-reflection.

Yesterday, American power finally managed to kill that long-enduring symbol, and because our common imagination had transformed Osama into a signifier for all terrorism his death granted many Americans a great emotional catharsis.

Ultimately, I believe this emotional release is misplaced but as the Freedom Fries I ate today show I participated in the celebrations just like the majority of my peers.

Ultimately, I am glad that Osama is dead. I am glad that President Obama won some political points, but today was also pretty messed up... and here is why:

"You cannot cross an ocean with a cart"

Gandhi said that if you want to cross an ocean you cannot use a cart. You will need a boat, and if you want peace you cannot rely on violence (Try to stay with me, I know this post in nonlinear). According to Gandhi, the means one uses to enact an end determine the end product. If you shoot a robber breaking into your house you have a dead thief on your hands, and a continued cycle of violence. However, if you explain how being robbed hurts you while allowing zim to take your things you have a very confused robber who likely feels bad about stealing from you.

The point Gandhi was making is that if you confront problems with violence, you end up in a totally different place than if you choose nonviolence. Now, I am not saying that we should allow the United States to be attacked, (and I believe both my yelling "Did you hear the news?" and eating a BigMac were personally significant as they show my unintentional approval for violene), but the point remains that today was really weird.

No matter how many times I am patted on the back, we are never going to be able to shoot our way out of a conflict with terrorism because it is not a nation-state or a ideologue. Terrorism is a strategy favored by weak groups facing more powerful opponents, and no matter how prominent and hated the dead terrorist lying on the floor, we are never going to be able to drive our all-powerful, violent, often flagrantly unconstitutional, War on Terror-cart across the ocean to peace. If we really wanted peace the best thing we could do is fight and contain the supply of Islamist terrorists while reducing the demand by confronting the forces of economic and social injustices which create violent radicals in the first place.

Finally, I would like to briefly touch on Jordanians response to the news of Bin Laden's death. If anything I found their views more interesting than the forces which propelled triumphant Americans into the streets. The Jordanians I talked to stated one of three perspectives.

1) Osama's death doesn't matter.

It has been years since he has done anything anyway. One women told me, "we have not talked about hims in years."

2) Osama is not really dead.

I was told today that Osama Bin Laden was not really killed. If he has gone this long without being located than he couldn't possibly have been found so easily. According to her, he has look-alikes. The United States has been fooled.

However, the third response was the most common and most interesting to me.

3) I was told that Osama Bin Laden's death doesn't matter because he wasn't actually responsible for Sept. 11th anyway. It is actually quite common to hear Jordanians say, "Well, I don't actually believe in Osama Bin Laden". This might be shocking as it makes Bin Laden sound like the tooth fairy, but many many people here believe that 9/11 was planned in an elaborate conspiracy. The logic goes like this. One small group of people could never cause that much harm to the United States. The U.S. benefited from the attack because it was able to invade Afghanistan and Iraq, thus it must have been behind the attacks. Also, Osama Bin Laden was once paid by the CIA. When I pushed one Jordanian who doesn't believe Osama to be a real person today, he calmly told me that he believed Sept. 11th to have been the work of Zionists. A claim supposedly proven by the tangible benefits Israel has in fact gained from America's botched wars (I obviously reject all three of these responses, but I find them incredibly fascinating, especially in the context of my BigMac consumption).

Love you all,

Please remember that I am safe, happy, and learning a lot.

For more concise and better reflections on today's events consider looking at the following blogs entries of Americans I know in Amman.

http://betsyinjordan.blogspot.com/2011/05/osama.html#comments

http://midwestmeetsmiddleeast.blogspot.com/2011/05/returning-hate-for-hate-multiplies-hate.html

End of April Adventures

Two wonderful adventures to report this week:

On Wednesday, my friends David, Wylie, and I went across town to Abdoun to watch the Champions League semi-final between Real Madrid and Barcelona (pronounced by Jordanians as Bar-she-lona) with one of our professors and his friends, and about 1/3 of the people living in Amman. It was great. I have never seen the city so alive. The game itself was beautiful. I will spare you the full play be play here, but I will say that Messi scored two goals late in the game to give Barcelona a 2-0 victory and prevent the whole city of Amman from going to sleep until late into the night.

The taxi ride home was one of the crazier things I have experienced in the last three months. The whole town rang with car horns, teenagers waving flags sat out the windows of speeding cars, and I smiled from ear to ear. It was great! Contrary to my fears, the World Cup in 2022 in Qatar will be just fine.

The second lovely adventure was my trip this weekend to Dana Nature Reserve. I can be kind of a snob when it comes to wilderness but I came to really appreciate Dana. At first, I wasn't entirely sold on the place. The reserve is run by the Royal Society for the Conservation of Nature and is therefore expensive. It takes a long time to get there, and one is required to hire a guide for most of the really cool hiking routes (a prohibitively expensive requirement). But once I got over the fact that Jordanians HATE walking and cannot begin to understand 6 American college students who wish to forego the shuttle and walk half a mile downhill to the campsite, let alone hike for several hours, then I started to appreciate Dana for what is is. A truly beautiful canyon land, filled with Joshua-tree-like rock formations to play on.

Highlights of the trip:

-Having a great time in Nature with cool people

-Sleeping outside

-Nothing going wrong even when my friend Greg and I did some reckless rock climbing

-Watching storm clouds roll by from atop incredible rock formations

-Laughing at the silliness of Jordan

-Riding home in the back of a minibus to the sounds of Radio Lab, This American Life, and The Tallest Man on Earth and feeling like I was in a really great montage.

-Taking the time to be thankful for what I am experiencing

He Is Risen! Yet, My Computer Thinks It Is More Grammatically Correct to Say He Is Raised – I Am Not Sure If I Trust Microsoft Word On This

Happy Easter Friends!

My Jordanian friend Salim asked yesterday how I would celebrate Easter. I told him that I would go to Mass and then eat a lot of food, and that was exactly what I did today.
The day was full of visits from my host family’s extended family, a lot of eating, and a very silly Mass experience.

First off, brief reflections on time spent with extended family:

I am pretty used to feeling out of place in Jordan. It has gotten to the point that when I find myself surrounded by people that look like me I feel a little uncomfortable. For instance about a month ago the bus I was traveling in stopped at a rest stop built for tourists and cleverly designed to disperse the economic benefits of tourism to the community by selling overpriced Western snack food and kitsch (not to mention your standard outrageously expensive dining room set) to the travelers who pass through on their way to Petra. The place was empty when we arrived but as I was purchasing expensive Cadbury chocolate, two tour buses pulled up and I found myself suddenly surrounded by about 70 white people, and not just anyway white people, rich retired white people… a group of people who I feel extremely disconnected from. I cannot fully explain this situation, Marx tells me that alienation comes from the ones relationship to the means of production, but in this case I had the same relationship to my candy bar as they to their t-shirts adorned with a camel and the phrase “the ship of the desert.” That is we were both voracious consumers… But I definitely felt out of place.

Hanging with the extended family typically induces a far less profound sense of alienation (the possible exception being the time my host cousin scored high enough on her university entrance exams to study medicine if she chooses, at which point one crazy uncle fired his gun in the air a bunch), but today there was just a WHOLE LOT of me sitting, smiling, and wishing everyone would talk a lot slower. Coincidently, I tended to spend a lot of time with my adorable two-month-old host niece, because to the best of my knowledge you can spend a family party watching, playing with, and talking about adorable baby-kinses in any culture. Cute babies are universal.

The other thing I spent a lot of time doing was eating. As my explanation of Easter to Salim foresaw, no matter how inept one is at discussing long past family histories in Arabic one can always put delicious things into one’s mouth and then comment on how zackee (delicious) the fatoosha wa jaj is (spicy Lebanese salad and chicken).

Lastly, I went to Mass at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church in Jabal Amman. But by went to Mass I mean that I arrived a half hour before in hopes of finding a solitary seat somewhere near the back or perhaps the universally dreaded by Catholics – front row. Instead I found that the courtyard outside of the Church was filled with somewhere in the neighborhood of 400 Southeast Asians queuing up and trying to get close enough to the church entrance to listen to the English Mass led by a Jesuit from Ohio. It was a strange experience. I spent the Mass standing in the hot sun, packed into a crowd of foreign workers who averaged half my height, straining to hear the good news. It was weird and fun, but I got Eucharist, and that was good enough for me.

Spring Break

I had the most wonderful spring break. For eight days I go to travel around Israel and the West Bank, eat new interesting things, meet new people, and see places and sights that I have heard about and read about in books for most of my life. A wise and bourgie documentary Erin and I watched once said that "the best journeys answer questions you haven't even thought to ask yet." This adventure certainly did that.

I could easily elaborate on the virtues and drawbacks of solo traveling, the deliciousness of the Iraqi dish known as a sabich, or ramble about the economic disparity between the per capita income of Israel, Jordan, and the West Bank ($27,000/$3,400/$1,400 if you are wondering) and its impact on the cost of basic services (hint stuff is more expensive in Israel)... but pictures are more fun.

So, here is a taste of my spring break in photo form.

This is the University of Jordan as seen from a fire escape on a building across the street. UJ is a pretty nice place. This angle really brings out its good side (i.e. its trees).

Me standing on a hill in the West Bank -Jordan is in the background just beyond the horizon.

The site where the angels visited the shepherds – It is a pretty interesting place with facilities for a whole gaggle of tourists to have separate Masses at the same time. Speaking of Mass I hear we win a silly new translation.

A picture from inside the synagogue on the site of Abraham’s tomb (Ibraham if your Muslim) – I think this picture is really interesting because the Muslims and Jews both share this site in Hebron with a mosque and synagogue connected to one another and a whole bunch of IDF forces in between. This part of the building’s Muslim heritage is clear from the Arabic script on the walls.

Hebrom was an extremely informative and also quite sad place to visit. This is a view from the ancient souq. The shopping district is hundreds of years old, but is effectively a ghost town today. A group of hardcore settlers moved above the busy streets and tensions between these new comers and the Palestinians have caused significant violence over the years. The metal fencing in this picture is a sad testament to this fact. The Israeli settlers who live above the souq have a habit of throwing their trash on the Arabs below. The Palestinian put up the pictured chicken wire to minimize the amount of shit landing on their heads. It was gross and upsetting.

The Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem

Skyline of the old city of Jerusalem (or Al Cuds fii Arabee)

The Church of the Holy Sepluchre in Jerusalem

Yad Vesham The Holocaust memorial in West Jerusalem – I spent about five of hours there and was deeply moved.

My favorite structure in Jerusalem – The Dome of the Rock. It rained very hard the morning I visited, but as we say here "mish mushcela" (not a problem)

The New City

I find these next two picture really interesting. The first shows a small portion of a wall stating donors for a very nice park I visited. If you look closely you will see that next to the names are the country of origin of the donors. Except, in the case of American citizens it lists the state of the particular person. If the monument builder had not done so every other line would say United States of America, but instead it says things like “Stanford E and Helen Eisenberg – Florida”. A whole lot of stuff in Israel is like this park. Everywhere I went I found signs in English thanking foreign citizens for paying for sidewalks, statues, and monuments to “the glorious unification of the city” in 1967 – read conquest of Arab controlled land. It is almost like Israel is a college and has the world’s largest alumni base. I had never seen anything quite like it.

The second picture is equally interesting. It is a shot of an exhibit at The Museum of the Jewish People in Tel Aviv. The Museum chronicles the history of the Jewish Diaspora. The whole museum was absolutely fascinating. But, I particularly enjoyed this exhibit because it is an artistic representation of a hypothetical twentieth century Jewish family. The curators of the museum had free rein to present whatever history they wanted and from an art history visual culture standpoint it was a beautiful way to convey the museum’s message, which I would summarize as Jews are everywhere and have done everything, but are still the family of Israel (Not sure you believe me? A large painting of Mark Spitz hangs to the right of this picture).

Along the water in Tel Aviv looking South to Jaffa.

After going to Tel Aviv I met up with a friend and we traveled to Tiveria in the North and biked around the Sea of Galilee. This is a self-portrait after a brutal climb.

Taking a break by the Lake

We built a fire and slept on the beach. It was lovely. Then we got up and finished the ride the next morning and started our journey back to Amman.

(Sidenote: I always envisioned a pregant Mary traveling 4Ever to get to Bethlehem. In reality the North of Israel is only a 2.5 hour bus ride from Jerusalem. I am not saying it wasn't hard. I took a bus for a reason, but it is no PCT... just saying)

SPRING BREAK!!! and Regional Security

Hey all,

I have enjoyed a great many adventures of late. I visited Petra this weekend, which was breathtakingly spectacular. Below is a truly enormous building known as the Monastery, which the Nabateans carved out of a mountain side. It was a bit of a hike to get there, but it was totally worth it (Especially since as most of you know, I relish any chance to get away from the books and go hiking)

With adventure on the brain, I continue to fine tune my Spring Break travel plans. The regional security situation continues to evolve and situation remains very fluid. In some ways, revolutions and revolt have really found a way to mess with my travel plans. Last week, I had very much hoped to go to Damascus for a view days before touring Israel. Recent events have made me rethink my plans to visit Syria much as they have also prevented me from swinging by the pyramids.

I am not sure what news is being covered back home, as I was immensely disturb to see that Elizabeth Taylor's death took the front page away from much more important events around the world. However, I assume that some very mediocre reporting and simplified coverage - always with the lurking threat of "Islamisinsts" - has appeared in the Estados Unidos. So, let me briefly detail the situation:

- Syria (which borders Jordan to the North and shares strong cultural links) has a harsh authoritarian regime.

- As in other Arab states, some of the Syrian people have begun calling for reform, and like other authoritarian regimes in the region the Syrian government has responded with violence.

- As much as cable news shows may group disparate nations together, Jordan is not Syria, it is not Libya, nor Bahrain, nor Yemen.

- Jordan is Jordan

- Jordan is an absolute monarchy

- Some people wish it was a constitutional monarchy. This combined with tensions around Jordanian identity means that interesting political developments are happen here. If you have seen scary protest pictures from Jordan in the last few days it is safe to say that the captions attached were probably misleading. Jordan remains a very safe place to live. The craziest thing that could conceivably happen here is that the people be awarded the right to elect their Prime Minister. This remains unlikely in my opinion.

- In very stark contrast, Syria is currently a less safe place to live... So, I am not going to visit Syria next week instead I am going to Occupied Palestine/Israel.

Here is the current plan:

Friday: Amman to Bethlehem

Saturday: Bethlehem to Jerusalem

Sunday: Jerusalem

Monday: Jerusalem

Tuesday: Jerusalem to Tel Aviv

Wednesday: Meet up with my Friend Kathleen, travel to Tiberias, bike half way around the Sea of Galilee, attempt to walk on water, fail, then camp along the lake, love life.

Thursday: TBA

Friday: Head back to Amman

I am very excited!!! It shall be a wonderful adventure and allow me to check a whole bunch of amazing stuff off of my bucket list.

IN SUMMARY:

Oh hey, I am alive and safe! The biggest threats I face are exams... that and crossing streets. Traveling is really fun!

Love, Michael

Umm Qais

I am sorry that I am so subpar at blogging.

When my sisters were abroad I followed their blogs pretty carefully and was always really excited when Erin put up a picture of some hut she was living in, or Megan made an intellectual-loaded comment about potatoes in Peru. I promised myself that when I was cool and living overseas like them I would blog frequently and have piles of interesting things to say. Needless to say I have failed in that regard, but I will attempt to do better. In my defense the internet can be really slow so it takes a great while to upload pictures and blog entries, which causes me considerable angst.

I am sorry, but if you ever really need an update that I am in fact safe you can always call me directly. (My # in Jordan is 962 0795168220, but you will definitely want to use skype or an international calling card. I am rather far away. I am ten hours ahead of the West Coast, which is a long ways.)

But yes this post is labeled Umm Qais - not Michael rambles about being out of contact with his relatives - So, Umm Qais.

This last weekend I went to the village of Umm Qais in the very Northwest corner of Jordan. It was spectacular. Getting to the town is a bit of a task because one must take a bus from Amman to Irbid. Transfer across the million person city to another bus station and grab a second bus 30km further north along stunning mountain roads.

Buses are great! They are cheap (it cost about $4 for the 3 hour trip and most of that was the taxi in Irbid) and generally pretty efficient. Noteably, they are also cramped and dated automobiles and don't really resemble buses in the States. The only real downside is the lack leg room and enduring a lot of judgement from locals becasue Wylie was carrying his guitar on his lap and we are silly white informal imperialists. Though it probably doesn't help that only silly Americans hold spontaneous jam session in bus station in Jordan. (Sometimes you just have to sit on a curb and play guitar)

But the point of this is to say that Umm Qais is far enough off the beaten track that in the off season the only tourists it sees are the hop-on-hop-off tour bus kind. As we rolled into town just in time for sunset we were an unusual sight. And as a result lots of children yelled greeting in Arabic to us. Lots of men yelled greetings in Arabic at the three beautiful women I happened to be traveling with, and we were invited to perform our guitar/dueling harmonica music for a group of locals and enjoy the weekly pleasure of sitting around and watching WWE wrestling. It was wonderful.

Umm Qais is lovely and green. It looks out over the Golan Height/Syria and the Sea of Galilee in Israel. For the later reason it is very popular with Palestinian Jordanians, who drive to the village to gaze back at the homeland they either aren't allowed to visit or refuse to travel to. For us it was just a great way to get away from the city for two days.

I had a great time!!!

I then returned to Amman and finished two research papers, which I turned in and presented this week.

The Dead Sea

The Dead Sea is in the words of David Coggan "REALLLY COOOL!"

I went there today with CIEE and got to play at this swanky resort place for free, but mostly just enjoyed being in water that makes it physically impossible to sink. It is one of thee strangest experiences I have had in my entire life.

That is all. Homework calls.

Dead2Red

I have been pretty stoked about running the Dead2Red Marathon for a while now. The race is REALLY cool. "The run starts from Wadi Moujeb Bridge on the shores of the Dead Sea at an altitude of -415m below sea level. From there teams make their way through the Wadi Araba to an altitude of +120m above sea level before descending towards the shores of the Gulf of Aqaba 242 Km away at sea level" (http://dead2red.com/about_dtr.php). It is run in teams of ten which means that everyone runs about ten 5k sections and you must finish in 24 hours to make the party in the beautiful coastal city of Aqaba on the Red Sea.

Unfortunately, my team Cool Runnings is battling this one without me. I have been dealing with an upper respiratory infection for a while now and yesterday saw me return to the doctor. I didn't call to announce that I was backing out until I was physical on the way to the hospital, and only at the prompting of the CIEE official who accompanied me. It still was not easy for me to give up on the desire to participate in a race, which covers half the distance of Jordan in one night and a day. The idea of running that 11th or 12th brutal mile climbing out of the lowest point on earth as the sun came up over the desert really made those Forest Gump-like chills, that I gets in in my strange lanky legs at the thought of things like the PCT or a fateful night at Interbay, start going. But, alas, had my temperature spiked during the race I might have really ruined the race organizers use of the term Dead... and had I not collapsed miles from a hospital at the very least I would have soiled my pants more than once. T.M.I.? Almost certainly, but given that I once ran 12 miles of a marathon 26 and half mile run to Snoqualmie Ridge in a snowstorm in my short shorts before yielding to my father's offer of hot chocolate, I feel a great need to justify myself.

So, I should be on the side of a desolate highway tonight, but all I can do in support my teammate in spirit and say,

"FEEL THE RYTHME, FEEL THE RYHME, ALL TOGETHER NOW! IT'S BOBSLED TIME!

Oh Hey Holy Land

So last weekend I went on a grand tour of tourist attractions God created to make sure that, Jews, Muslims, and Christians would always have enough places to pray, make money, and argue about. God did a really nice job so he has been resting for awhile, and as a result most of the holy stuff around here is really old.

But anyway, irreverence aside, sites in Jordan appear in the Torah, Bible, and Qur'an a whole heck of a lot. Madaba a city I plan to visit again tomorrow (this time to find a hot spring) is mentioned more times in the Bible than Jerusalem (Moses sp

ent a fair bit of time hanging out there). Plus, Jesus is believed to have been baptized on the east side of the river Jordan at a place called Bethany-Beyond-the-Jordan, thereby helping invent a sacrament that I like to refer to as Hanley family job security.

So anyway, last Saturday I did the tourist thing at:

Bethany-Beyond-the-Jordan - see above

Mt. Nebo - For those of you who haven't studied your Old Testament lately, Mt. Nebo is where Moses looked across the Jordan valley into the Promised Land known variously as Israel, Palestine, The Land of Canaan, or Disneyland depending on who you ask. The last one is used by overly sensitive American college students afraid of offen

ding Palestinians who might be eavesdropping on said Americans discussing travel plans.

Madaba - City of churches best known for it famous 5th century mosaic map.

& Herod's Castle ruins - John the Baptist is believed to have lost his head here. I stayed cool and thought it was just a really cool mountain top fortress.

So yeah, Jordan is neat... And religious too!

This is the site that major Christian churches have agreed is the site of Jesus' baptism. The ruins around it are part of the 5th century churches that were built around the area. The river has changed course dramatically in the last 2,000 years and it now runs about a thousand meters west of this picture.

Interestingly, this particle site wasn't found until 1998. Israel and Jordan signed a peace treaty in 1994 and the whole area had to be de-mined before archeologist could look for this long hidden site. I am pretty convinced that this is where early Christians thought Jesus was baptized. Whether this is really the spot or not, who knows? But lots of people, including everyone's favorite Communist fighter (who isn't David Hasselhoff) Karol Wojtyla, think this is the place. So anyway it was neat... and I ate a really good lunch afterwards in Madaba.

Escape to Jerash

Once upon a time (approximately last Friday),

I took off on an adventure (technically I drove... and technically I didn't personally drive as that is a big no-no with the Council for International Educational Exchange).

But anyway aft

er meeting my friend Kathleen at the North Bus Station (and drinking a delicious nescafe (a favorite Jordanian sugary instant coffee drink))

We negotiated with a cab driver to take us to

the village/ancient city of Jerash (By negotiated I mean we stood around while Arab men yelled different prices at us and at each other).

After a 45 minute drive (Jordan is a small country) through the beautiful (jamera) countryside we arrived in Jerash.

It was pretty FREAKING SWEET.

I LIKED IT A WHOLE LOT.

Later in the day we met up with some more of are friends who had opted to sleep in (namely Tommy, Lizzie, Charlotte, and Sam (see picture))

We ate Lebanese food at a highly regarded restaurant (Late King Hussein, King Abdullah II, and Nelson Mendela have all eaten there)

It was really good! Unfortunately a big bus load of German tourists showed up while we ate.

(I also caused a minor scene by photographing my food

. A Jordanian man thought that I had photographed his wife who was veiled from head to toe (which I had not (though it would have made a curious

orientalist picture as it looked difficult to eat kebab with one's whole face covered)).

Thankful, the asshole Germans's arrival seemed to make my photo of lettuce a minor issue in comparison to the raucous and he accepted that I might not be quite as big an ass as he believed me to be.

(I tell this story because a) I was embarrassed by the whol

e affair and b) I think the man's assumption that a flash in his peripheral vision was that of an exploitive tourist... when in reality it was an attempt to document a hilariously large salad (complete with whole uncut green pepper) tells us something interesting about the socio-political assumptions that are attached to

me as a camera carrying Western tourist)

But anyway, after our late, long, and immensely satisfying lunch we headed back into town and rode back to Amman. We were all quite satisfied with the day's

adventures. (Did I mentioned how cool Jerash is?)

PS (in case you are wondering, why I have opted to use so many parentheses it is because I find it difficult to put a wonderful day away from the busy city and general hubbub into a linear narrative (I also feel that if William Faulkner can write a six page sentence in Go Down, Moses, I can do whatever the heck I want (it is my blog)))

Love you all, Michael

Regional Security

Hey friends, I just wanted to quickly update you on the happenings in the Eastern Mediterranean. It has been a busy time to be in the Middle East. Long time President (some might say dictator) of Egypt Hosni Mubarak has declared that he will not seek reelection following the massive street protests around the country over the last 8 days. The events in Egypt are being closely watched across the region. Today, Yemen’s long time president vowed not to seek reelection and yesterday King Abdullah dismissed Jordan’s unpopular Prime Minister. Both moves are seen as steps to prevent unrest. Jordanians had long expected the King to remove Samir Rafai, as he was charged with implementing immensely unpopular austerity measures. Contrary to what one might assume, the removal of Prime Minister Rafai is not a deviation from the norm in Jordan. King Abdullah has dismissed the cabinet 9 times in the last 11 years.

The images coming out of Egypt are scary because of the tremendous uncertainty and rise in violence, but nothing similar has occurred or is expected to occur in Jordan. I was on the University of Jordan campus today, and despite it 30,000 students I did not encounter a single sign or protester of any kind.

The internet is really poor here so I find myself unable to easily put up pictures. So instead I have added a single photo of my peers on the University of Jordan campus. For more pictures just imagine me hanging out in front of a limestone clock tower with a dozen Americans who painfully stick out among several thousand Jordanian students. It is almost as good, right?

Love you guys lots, Michael

Ahlan wa Sahlan

Hurray! I'm in Jordan.

After one of the longest (and best) vacations of my life, I am finally here. I am very excited about my classes and the host family I have been matched up with. I have a couple of days of orientation with all my program mates here in Amman and then classes start.

I think I fully grasped for the first time that I am really in Jordan as I walked the streets around our hotel with some new friends this evening. I am in a whole new place, and it is strange but good to be here.