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When you look at this picture -- what does it bring to mind? Please feel free to leave a comment and your thoughts.

Used Cars and Salesmen

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I went shopping for a used Jeep Liberty. I'm not sure why I wanted a Liberty. I had driven them a couple of times when I rented a car while visiting the U.S. and liked the design and they got pretty decent gas mileage. So, I developed tunnel vision when I went shopping. I shopped for what I knew.

Shopping also meant dealing with used car salesmen. Most of the ones I encountered met the stereotype -- phony, slippery with the truth and ready to make a deal. One guy promised a six month warranty and the very next day seemed to have forgotten. When I pressed him, he came up with a convoluted reason why a warranty just wasn't possible. He did promise a tank full of gas instead. I passed.

I wound up buying a used Liberty from a guy at a dealership who seemed genuine.  Everything he promised, he delivered -- and that included a warranty.

In the five days I have owned the vehicle, it has come in handy and I will certainly put its four wheel drive to good use tomorrow. Today, we got about half a foot of snow. Vrooooom!!!!

Snow Bound

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Snow can interfere with the best laid plans, so I adjusted those plans and went for a walk in the snow. I'd wanted to do a trail hike in the mountains, but with nearly 8 inches of snow and no gaiters -- I settled for a walk along the dirt road where my parents live in Madison County, North Carolina.

As I write this, it is still snowing and several more inches of snow are expected. After a year of living in the tropics, it is absolutely exhilarating to be able to walk in the snow and hear the squish, squish, squish under my feet and to experience cold weather.

Here are more pictures of our farm on a snowy, day-after Christmas.

Christmas Day - Marshall, NC

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Weather is tough to predict in these mountains, but the forecasters got it right this time. They predicted a white Christmas here in the western North Carolina mountains – and, as if on cue, the snow started this morning and grew heavier and heavier throughout the day. By nightfall, there were nearly three inches of snow – and as I look out the window – it’s still coming down.  Here are some photos from our mountain farm.

Morning Shows in America

Tweet In my eight years living outside the United States, I had forgotten what it's like on morning television in America. I mistakenly thought I might get a bit of world news. What I found were stories on: the importance of checking the expiration date on toilet paper, the benefits of diet water and Lindsay Lohan's perspective on the world. 

I felt I fully understood American society after tuning in to the morning news in America. 

Over on the BBC -- reporters analyzed the Senate-ratified START nuclear treaty, focused on near civil war in Ivory Coast and mail bombings in Switzerland. 

I flipped back to one of the US TV networks and found a reporter getting Lohan's analysis of the benefits of drinking alcohol while watching the morning news programs.

Missing the Heat

Tweet All it took was 26 degrees Fahrenheit for me to begin missing the sun and heat of tropical Timor-Leste. And the breath-taking cold also brings to mind the old adage: be careful what you wish for.....

In Timor, where it was hot and humid, I was looking forward to cold weather -- my idea of cold was...say....45 degrees Fahrenheit.  A crisp cold, not a bone-chilling cold. Also -- I had completely forgotten about the wind -- and there was plenty of that with the 26 degree weather -- which pushed the temperature even lower.

I was completely prepared for the 45 degree "cold," when I arrived in Washington, DC -- I had a thin, long sleeved shirt, a t-shirt and a light jacket. It was the heaviest of winter wear in my closet in Timor-Leste.

Painfully and obviously it wasn't enough.

Still, I did get that snow I wished for -- on my second day in DC.  And it actually warmed up before it started snowing -- so, in a sense, I did eventually get what I wished for.

Steak on the Stone

Tweet One thing that I have missed in Timor-Leste is a good steak. Colleagues always say "ah, you want a good steak, go to so-and-so restaurant."  My last mission for a decent steak in Dili ended, again, in disappointment.

Several people had recommended a place that served "steak on a stone."  The waitress brings you a slab of raw beef -- sizzling on a hot stone.  It seemed promising -- part of the fun was cooking the steak to order -- yourself.

I attempted to cut into the steak with a regular table knife, but that wasn't happening. So, I asked for a steak knife -- that, too, proved difficult. I assumed the knife was dull. Finally, I tore off a piece of meat and popped it in my mouth.

I have to say it was chore -- chewing it. It was one of the toughest pieces of meat I've had in a while. My friend ordered the same thing and it, too, was one tough assignment.

I brought the meat home and fed it to the cats -- who seemed to enjoy it, but they, too, struggled to chew it.

I think the restaurant should change the name on the menu -- "shoe leather on the stone" would be more fitting.

Leaving Timor

Tweet Farewells are never easy, no matter how much practice I've had over the nearly eight years that I have lived outside the United States. Saying goodbye to friends and colleagues is always difficult and I always leave with the hope that I'll see many of them again.

Surprisingly, that has happened a number of times. It makes the world feel smaller. For instance, colleagues I'd worked with in Mongolia -- turned up here in Timor-Leste. Friends I knew in Tajikistan turned up in Dili. Strange, exciting world. The internet, too, makes the world seem smaller -- chatting with friends on Facebook or Skype. It's easier to follow the lives of friends, family and co-workers.

I will leave Timor-Leste in a few days and I will leave with having made a lot of friends. Friends and colleagues that I will miss. Facebook will help keep us connected -- and I'm sure I'll cross paths again with a few of them. Things like Facebook make goodbyes a little bit easier.

For me, Timor was a great challenge -- personally and professionally.  The extreme heat kept me indoors a lot, and while I swam and snorkeled -- there wasn't much else to do. So, I wound up working -- a lot. It is too easy to get lost in your work here.  Professionally, I had a great staff and yes, work was frustrating, but it was also quite rewarding. In many ways, unlike my work in the former Soviet republics, it is possible to get a lot of work done here without the government breathing down your neck. As I often describe it -- Timor was a breath of fresh air -- more often than not -- hot and humid air with almost no breeze.

So, off I go to the land of cold and snow. For a little while, at least, I won't miss the "forever sunshine."

Timor Long Horn

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 There are Texas Long Horns and then there are Timor Long Horns and this is one of the latter.  This guy lives in Dili on one of the back streets and when I snapped his picture, his minder decided he wanted to get in on the action.

Falling farther and farther behind?

Tweet Great "what if" piece from Thomas Friedman -- actually he hits the nail on the head.http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/01/opinion/01friedman.html?partner=rss&emc=rss

Independence Day (one of three)

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Timorese President Horta, center with striped shirt, Prime Minister Gusmao, at right in blue shirt, greet the Indonesian band members just before they take the stage for an independence concert.

Sunday, November 28th, the Timorese people marked the date 35 years ago when Portugal gave the country its independence. It was short-lived, days later, Indonesian forces would invade and occupy the country for some 25 years. 

Timor's history leaves it with essentially three independence dates -- August 30, 1999, is referendum day -- the day Timorese people voted to be independent from Indonesia. On May 20, 2002, Timor-Leste became the first new nation of the 21st century -- after Indonesian troops finally withdrew.

Timorese Prime Minister Gusmao overseeing the water cleanup just before the independence day concert.

Sunday's anniversary was marked by a big concert in front of the government palace with a top name Indonesian band as the main headliner. Earlier in the day, a cloudburst left everything soggy -- including the concert venue. Up until the start of the concert, workers were busy with sump pumps trying to get all the water out of the way --and at one point, the Prime Minister, himself, Xanana Gusmao, was overseeing the cleanup.

Deafening Rain on the Roof

Tweet I remember, as a kid, standing in a huge tobacco barn and hearing the rain pound the metal roof -- the voices around me were lost to the rain striking metal. It felt cozy and scary.

I'm reminded of that day pretty regularly here in Timor -- where even as I write this -- the rain is pounding the metal roof of my house -- deafening.  Add incredible thunder and lightning -- the house shaking variety -- and it's scary. Yesterday afternoon about this same time, a lightning storm passed through and struck something not more than 50 yards away.

Today, the rumbling -- lasting up to 30 or 40 seconds at some stretches -- is accompanied by strong winds and rain -- coming down sideways -- pounding and cleaning the windows.

Outside, across the street, several people are drumming -- seemingly keeping a beat with the thunder, lightning and rain on the roof.

On the second floor patio -- outside my back door, Nilla is nursing her three new kittens. They seem not to notice the sounds around them -- only the warmth of their mother's stomach and milk.

Unbiased News. Where Did It Go?

Tweet A disturbing, but accurate account from Ted Koppel on the increasing difficulties of finding unbiased news.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/11/12/AR2010111202857.html?nav=hcmodule

Malaise

Tweet I've had plenty of bouts of food poisoning and stomach viruses, but never have I had something as sustaining as what I am recovering from just now. It is stomach-related and appears to be a mixture of virus, bacteria and parasite.

Malaise is probably one of the best words to describe this feeling -- feeling terribly uncomfortable -- just plain lousy, but unable to pinpoint it.  In my case, all roads led to my stomach.

It started about three weeks ago with diarrhea and nausea -- next came exhaustion, then a short-lived high-fever, more nausea, more diarrhea  -- and all along the way -- a serious lack of appetite -- which led to a loss of five kilos (11 pounds). Not bad if you are trying to lose weight, but your social life is limited to remaining a few paces from the toilet.

Today, most of the symptoms have gone -- thanks to a variety of medicines and visits to a couple of doctors -- still -- the appetite -- not what it used to be --  which is not such a bad thing.

Election Day

Tweet Watching the US mid-term elections from outside the US, it is puzzling how so many of the candidates that are on the ballot today, got there. I have to say it's scary from afar -- and probably down-right frightening if you are in the United States.  Based on what I've seen from many of them,  truth doesn't really matter any more -- and intelligence is a criminal offense.

I found this little item on Youtube that sums it all up quite nicely.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnUfPQVOqpw&feature=share