you can't spell cow and work without...ow.
0 Comments Published by Ben on Thursday, June 14, 2007 at 10:46 AM.
Okay, it's about 10:00pm [note: this was last night, Wed], I'm working in my room. It seems clearer today that I really should run hard while C is here, for impressions and also just because there's a lot to do and the more slack I can pull, the better for the whole team. So I'm doing that as much as I can. Plus, there's just not a lot to do at night otherwise. There's definitely some hanging out with the Penn crew, but they’re often working as well.
That's not the point, however. As I'm sitting here, with Justin Timberlake playing, I keep hearing these noises. It's been really cold here today, so I’ve been surprised to hear voices outside at all this evening, but have nonetheless. In any event, I keep hearing these noises and am wondering what the hell Ben is doing. (Yes, oddly enough, there’s another Ben here. He’s this Brit who is has been riding his bike from London to Cape Town; he's been riding for just over two years now and will probably get into Cape Town in about two months. He’s been here about as long as I have been.) It sounds like he's vehemently agreeing…like, "uh hhhuuuuuhhhh." Oh no. Not Ben agreeing. Definitely the cow.
If it were two people screaming at each other outside of the bar on Washington St., I'd probably tell it instantaneously. But I'm still not used to all of these animals around.
Having my computer here just exacerbates any cultural dichotomies going on. I just finished reading this report on a similar program's evaluation talking about a food crisis and different spending patterns when given a small amount of money and food. And then Loverboy comes on my iTunes. One of these things is not like the other.
Speaking of computers, we're going to be cleaning data for the forseeable future, it seems. [Note: and we did. it's all we did today] I'd like to get into the field, but for a number of reasons, I can't go yet. One is that the interviewers themselves need some time to get used to the new surveys. Then there's the big issue, which is that sending a white person out throws everything off (people start expecting money from the interviewers, they give skewed data, etc.). Plus there's a space issue: 12 people fit in a vehicle that would probably seat only 8 Americans from a comfort, not size, perspective. So instead, we're in the office to clean data. I’m happy enough doing that for a while until the other pieces get sorted out a bit more.
Another intern came yesterday who is working with the funder for 6 months as they roll out a similar project in another part of the country. So she's with us to get some background on how things work, since this was the first district to do this program. Not to mention that C was the one who connected her with the funder and her supervisor there is on leave for two weeks and needed to occupy her for a while, so it's a natural fit. We talked at some length this morning, comparing schools and what not, and have been together mostly since. It's kind of nice to have a pal for a while. It's just interesting context, a good reminder that I'm lucky to be I am to be where I am and that I'm doing this all at the right time in life for me. I'm also trying to give some explanations on things where I didn’t get any, like bathrooms are all BYOB, get this much water, etc. The essentials.
That's not the point, however. As I'm sitting here, with Justin Timberlake playing, I keep hearing these noises. It's been really cold here today, so I’ve been surprised to hear voices outside at all this evening, but have nonetheless. In any event, I keep hearing these noises and am wondering what the hell Ben is doing. (Yes, oddly enough, there’s another Ben here. He’s this Brit who is has been riding his bike from London to Cape Town; he's been riding for just over two years now and will probably get into Cape Town in about two months. He’s been here about as long as I have been.) It sounds like he's vehemently agreeing…like, "uh hhhuuuuuhhhh." Oh no. Not Ben agreeing. Definitely the cow.
If it were two people screaming at each other outside of the bar on Washington St., I'd probably tell it instantaneously. But I'm still not used to all of these animals around.
Having my computer here just exacerbates any cultural dichotomies going on. I just finished reading this report on a similar program's evaluation talking about a food crisis and different spending patterns when given a small amount of money and food. And then Loverboy comes on my iTunes. One of these things is not like the other.
Speaking of computers, we're going to be cleaning data for the forseeable future, it seems. [Note: and we did. it's all we did today] I'd like to get into the field, but for a number of reasons, I can't go yet. One is that the interviewers themselves need some time to get used to the new surveys. Then there's the big issue, which is that sending a white person out throws everything off (people start expecting money from the interviewers, they give skewed data, etc.). Plus there's a space issue: 12 people fit in a vehicle that would probably seat only 8 Americans from a comfort, not size, perspective. So instead, we're in the office to clean data. I’m happy enough doing that for a while until the other pieces get sorted out a bit more.
Another intern came yesterday who is working with the funder for 6 months as they roll out a similar project in another part of the country. So she's with us to get some background on how things work, since this was the first district to do this program. Not to mention that C was the one who connected her with the funder and her supervisor there is on leave for two weeks and needed to occupy her for a while, so it's a natural fit. We talked at some length this morning, comparing schools and what not, and have been together mostly since. It's kind of nice to have a pal for a while. It's just interesting context, a good reminder that I'm lucky to be I am to be where I am and that I'm doing this all at the right time in life for me. I'm also trying to give some explanations on things where I didn’t get any, like bathrooms are all BYOB, get this much water, etc. The essentials.
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