Thursday, July 19, 2012

Breaking Dawn Over Jakarta

After a long journey, we're all safely here in Jakarta.  I was hoping to upload pictures directly from my iPhone, but I've been having some issues with that.  I just wanted to get in a quick update before breakfast and our travels of the day.

Boy, that trip across the Pacific is incredibly long for those of us in 'steerage'.  No surprises there.  But I would like to say that I really enjoyed the Airbus; it has a great configuration of seating (3-3-3), so no one is miles away from an aisle.  Our flight attendant was just an absolute doll; both in looks and attentiveness to passenger needs.  The flight was very smooth, with only a little bit of turbulence over Japan (I figured due to differential heating of land mass, perhaps) and no storms.  When I wasn't trying to catch a quick nap, I enjoyed watching our progress across the Pacific, and I could see the line between light and dark on the trip monitor.  The entire way to Hong Kong, we trailed the dawn behind us and it didn't catch up until we stopped at Hong Kong.

As we were waiting at LAX, I was looking around at most of the travelers and the majority were Chinese.  I imagined that they were going to visit friends and family and I thought of the true sacrifice immigrants make, even in these days of air travel, to live so far from family.  Of course, the internet reduces that distance, but Skyping doesn't replace hugs!

On the flight from Hong Kong to Jakarta, I was watching the in-flight monitor, with our positional information.  As I watched, I realized we had both crossed the International Date Line and the equator in the same 12 hour period.  The equator surprised me; I had looked up Jakarta's lat. and long. before we left noted that it was only 6 degrees from the equator.  But that's 6 degrees BELOW the equator!  As we flew over Vietnam, I looked down to see miles and miles of what looked like pristine beaches.  And I thought the elementary child that I was could never have imagined I'd see Vietnam in that way someday, instead of the way I saw it night after night through the eyes of Walter Cronkite.

As we approached Jakarta, I kept expecting to see something that resembled Florida.  Probably shouldn't have such expectations, but the climate and flora would seem to be similar.  But there was a great deal of haze and more brown than green.  After we disembarked, it took us about an hour and a half to retrieve our baggage and go through customs.  Our host, Lilia, greeted us outside the airport with a huge smile and bottles of ice-cold water!  What a wonderful treat!  We then bundled up all our bags into a small bus that was called 'Big Bird' and took off to the hotel.

An hour and a half later, we were checked in and I finally got to stretch out and sleep.  Not a very exciting thing to do, but I just couldn't resist.  I had a few challenges with adaptors and such, but finally got phones to charge and internet to connect.  One last observation before I head down to breakfast: the breaking dawn reference is only there to remind me to comment on the almost equal hours of daylight and darkness here on the equator.  When we arrived at the hotel yesterday, it seemed as if it were quite late in the afternoon/evening when it was only 4:30.  But that was because we were only about an hour and a half from sunset.  And at 5:30 this morning, it was the proverbial darkest hour.  But now the sun is up, the cars and motobikes are buzzing by, horns are honking and it's time to go experience Jakarta with a head cleared by a marvelous sleep.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

48 Hours

More or less, and I will be in Jakarta.  Exactly halfway around the world, or at least I think so since there's exactly a 12 hour time difference.  But I'm sure I'll still be livin' on Tulsa time for a few days. 

In final preparation for this trip, I searched through my gmail account to find and print my trip itinerary.  My search parameters brought up an email that I had forwarded to myself from April of 2011: the initial application for this program!  If the journey of 1,000 miles (or 9,900) begins with a single step, that was the step.  And if changes in latitude do lead to changes in attitude, you'll be the first to know.

Tulsa coordinates:
latitude: 36° 07' North
longitude: 95° 58' West

Jakarta coordinates:
latitude: 6° 08' South
longitude: 106° 45' East


I will post pictures and commentary as I am able, so I hope you'll pack your bags and travel with me.  And please comment and let me see this journey through the lens of YOUR eyes as well as mine!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Visas and Vaccinations

Today marks the magic moment: less than two weeks until I depart for Jakarta.  I believe there's a vulgar phrase about something suddenly becoming real, and the two week point is that reality check.

My mind has been split this summer between preparing for Indonesia (visa, vaccinations, cultural presentation, gathering of gifts, finding appropriate clothing, communicating with host teacher, working on my capstone for the TGC program and reading) and my work at the University of Oklahoma Schusterman Center where I spent my days thinking about tissue culture and optical sensors.  I can feel my brain approaching overload and I can't wait to begin my journey so I can expand my mind in a different direction.

The India cohort is now in their third day of travel, and you should check the link at the top of this blog that will whisk you away to links to their blog sites (Weebly --> Resources for Teachers --> Travel Blogs --> India).  Some have already posted thoughtful stories and marvelous photos! 

Friday, March 23, 2012

One of my 15 spring break goals was accomplished during a five hour computer marathon this morning: create a companion site on weebly.com (because I find that much easier to use than Blogger) that has resources necessary to globalize curriculum and is the beginning of my capstone project for my fellowship.  There are many amazing people in this TGC cohort, but I am especially grateful to Sara Krakauer and Arlis Groves for compiling many of the excellent resources we had available to us.  Now on to the other 8 items on my list (I didn't say the weebly site was the ONLY goal I had accomplished this week!).

If you want to check out the site, just click on the banner at the top of the blog.  It's a work in progress, but I'm happy with it for now.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Fatal Vision and Myopic Views

I just looked at the date on my last post and saw that it was in January.  Time just races by when school is in session!  Two other teachers and I have been working on the curriculum for a new course in our science department: forensics. Maybe I'm only now getting into the swing of things, but it seems that the units we've been covering this semester have been more interesting.  And I think it's not just my perception; some students told me they really enjoyed our unit on blood spatter.  If you can get past the cause of the spatter, it's really intriguing how much information can be gleaned from observing the pattern and the size of the drops.  I even had to reach back into my cobwebby past to remember how to find the degrees of an angle when the sine is known.  Of course, these days one can just push a few buttons on a graphing or scientific calculator and find the inverse sine.  Back when I took trig, we had to look up the information in endless tables in the back of our book.  I definitely agree with the song, "....these ARE the good old days"!


In the course of our unit on blood (typing and spatter), we looked at two very different cases: the Sam Sheppard case and the Jeffrey MacDonald trial.  In both cases, the men eventually charged with the murders of their wives (and family, in the MacDonald one) were young, medical doctors who claimed they were sleeping when intruders invaded their home.  In the Sheppard case, the pre-trial publicity was so intense, the Supreme Court later over-turned the conviction because of the prejudicial nature of it.  Charges were brought a second time, but after having served 10 years in jail, Sam Sheppard was acquitted at that trial.  He didn't live very long, and found life quite difficult because people would still accost him in the street and taunt him by calling him wife-killer.  He turned to drugs, alcohol, and professional wrestling (!) and died at the age of 46.  The 1960s television show, The Fugitive, was based on his case.


In the MacDonald case, the husband was not initially charged, but after tireless investigative work, his former father-in-law managed to convince the DA in North Carolina that a grand jury should be called.  MacDonald was convicted almost 10 years after the murders and is now serving three consecutive life sentences.  He will be eligible for parole in May of 2020, continues to maintain his innocence, and  holds the record for appeals to the Supreme Court for a single case.  The forensic evidence in the MacDonald case is overwhelming on the side of MacDonald's guilt (each family member had a different blood type, and a strong case was made for the sequence of events told by the blood trail and spatters).  Because the Marilyn Sheppard murder occurred in 1954, only a year after the publication of the structure of DNA, the evidence wasn't handled and preserved in a way that could settle beyond doubt the guilt or innocence of Sam Sheppard.  But unlike Jeffrey MacDonald, who suffered comparatively superficial injuries, Sam Sheppard had a broken vertebra in his neck, consistent with his story that someone had struck him from behind as he raced to aide his wife.


As we studied these cases, I thought of how easy it can be to race to judgment on limited evidence.  And I also thought of the lives ruined because of this (Sam Sheppard's mother committed suicide days after he began his prison term, and his father died a few days later of a stroke).  Not only is it a cautionary tale against leaping to conclusions, but it is a motivator to be diligent in our efforts to bring the best science has to offer to insure that justice is served.  It is so absolutely amazing what small amounts of DNA can be detected at crime scenes that it is my fervent hope that miscarriages of justice will become vanishingly rare.  And I also hope, after being in my forensics class, that any of my students who become jurors, prosecutors, defense attorneys, or heaven forbid, defendants will remember those two men and understand what a decisive role forensic evidence (and the correct interpretation of it) can play.  And be grateful.



Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Ramadan in Indonesia

I just found out today that our travel dates (for the Indonesia cohort) are being modified slightly.  Instead of traveling 14-28 July, we will be traveling the 17 - 31 of July.  I'm very eager to travel and the dates really aren't that important, but the reason for the change is that Ramadan begins July 19 and the host teachers in Indonesia said it would be easier for them if we changed our travel dates.  Thinking about Ramadan in Indonesia reminded me of a puzzling incident while I was in Hyderabad.

Hyderabad is about 50% Muslim and while my daughter and I were there, we stayed with her friend, Sahiti, and her parents.  They were a devout Hindu family (at least the parents were!), and I remember seeing her mother doing her morning prayers and puja in the family shrine.  She would always arrive, freshly bathed, and complete her prayers.  When finished, she would ring a bell hanging by the entrance to the puja room.  So, I was used to hearing bhajans being sung every morning.  But one morning, I was in the bathroom and I caught the faintest whisper of an old Baptist hymn: "All to Jesus, I surrender.  Lord, I give myself to thee."  I strained to hear because I thought I must surely be hallucinating, although the Telugu accented English kind of belied the experience as a fantasy.  Who could be singing about Jesus in this Hindu neighborhood?  Later, Sahiti cleared up the mystery by explaining you could hear surrounding neighbors practicing various music in their homes.  At 4:30 AM (I was never up that early), you could hear the neighborhood muezzin's call to prayer for the Muslim faithful.  At 6:30 AM, a young girl could be heard practicing Indian classical music.  And then around 7:30, what I heard, two brothers who are church musicians would begin their practice.  Should I make a pun about them all living together in perfect harmony?  Nah, I'll restrain myself.  Kind of.

So, I can't wait to experience Ramadan in Jakarta, or wherever in Indonesia I find myself.  And maybe I'll be humming a tune.


Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Danger of a Single Story

While engaging in an online course as part of the requirements for my Teachers for Global Classrooms fellowship, someone posted the following video as part of a discussion about being empathetic about cultural differences.  I was very impressed and wanted to include it here so I wouldn't forget it.  Although I can't remember the person who recommended it, I'm sure she was an English teacher who used it in conjunction with the novel, Things Fall Apart.

The moral is, we all have our prejudices and 'blindspots' and perhaps should be a bit more willing to actually listen to others and find out their story.  We might be amazed.  And humbled.