New photos of recent good times coming soon via link on the left.
(Flashdance, regional BVS retreat in Glenariff, B's leaving BBQ)
Monday 30 March 2009
My mind is spinning tonight. It's filled with facts and pictures from work today and I don't really know how to process them or how to feel.
The future is super hazy for our afterschool programme. It doesn't look promising for after April. The staff members are on notice (one month of funding left and that's it, if even one month) and there's no programme funding. There's a few things in the works, and FS has a history of resiliency, but this time it seems really dire.
Then we had youth programmes, which was basically just giving out info about the Residential (retreat) this weekend. It's a bit of a mess. The youth have been inconsistent and thus, the groups haven't had a chance to meet yet. Which means, Friday night could be nuts. It's all just so frustrating. Both sides say the exact same thing: "we won't start anything, but THEY will! And if THEY hit me, I'll f-in hit back!" There's just no reasoning to be done with that argument. I'm tired of saying the same things over and over and over. I'm sure life isn't easy for these yp, and they have seen people hating on them, but if you're not willing to listen and believe what I say, let's not have the conversation. (Ugh. that sounds bad. I don't think I really mean that). It's just on of those nights when I wonder if anything we do is sinking in.
As we walked the boys out, they decided to dander around the gate (i.e. goad any unsuspecting Catholics to a riot at the gate). It caused a ruckus (thankfully no one was out on the other side...yet), brought out the neighbors (whose conversation about "prods" and "taigs"just makes my blood BOIL) and made for an uneasy little while. The boys whistles finally brought some other guys to the gate, older boys who we've never seen (which also means people who won't give darn about us being there) but thankfully nothing really kicked off.
It's probably one of the few places in Belfast where nothing really kicked off today. It's was wild tonight, with bomb hoaxes closing roads all around, hijacked and burning cars, police, sirens, fire trucks, helicopters. It seems to be quiet now, and the only effect it had on us was that our taxi had to take the super long way to our house. But add up all of that and today feels rather defeating. Good thing it's almost over. God knew what he was doing in creating new days, new starts, sunsets and sunrises.
The future is super hazy for our afterschool programme. It doesn't look promising for after April. The staff members are on notice (one month of funding left and that's it, if even one month) and there's no programme funding. There's a few things in the works, and FS has a history of resiliency, but this time it seems really dire.
Then we had youth programmes, which was basically just giving out info about the Residential (retreat) this weekend. It's a bit of a mess. The youth have been inconsistent and thus, the groups haven't had a chance to meet yet. Which means, Friday night could be nuts. It's all just so frustrating. Both sides say the exact same thing: "we won't start anything, but THEY will! And if THEY hit me, I'll f-in hit back!" There's just no reasoning to be done with that argument. I'm tired of saying the same things over and over and over. I'm sure life isn't easy for these yp, and they have seen people hating on them, but if you're not willing to listen and believe what I say, let's not have the conversation. (Ugh. that sounds bad. I don't think I really mean that). It's just on of those nights when I wonder if anything we do is sinking in.
As we walked the boys out, they decided to dander around the gate (i.e. goad any unsuspecting Catholics to a riot at the gate). It caused a ruckus (thankfully no one was out on the other side...yet), brought out the neighbors (whose conversation about "prods" and "taigs"just makes my blood BOIL) and made for an uneasy little while. The boys whistles finally brought some other guys to the gate, older boys who we've never seen (which also means people who won't give darn about us being there) but thankfully nothing really kicked off.
It's probably one of the few places in Belfast where nothing really kicked off today. It's was wild tonight, with bomb hoaxes closing roads all around, hijacked and burning cars, police, sirens, fire trucks, helicopters. It seems to be quiet now, and the only effect it had on us was that our taxi had to take the super long way to our house. But add up all of that and today feels rather defeating. Good thing it's almost over. God knew what he was doing in creating new days, new starts, sunsets and sunrises.
Sunday 22 March 2009
Photo Essay
maybe my favorite place on earth.
These rocks are very very very old.
Enroute to work.
Traditional Session at one of my favorite pubs
J and I at the (superb!) Ulster Hall gig
Yes, Snow Patrol was there, too (two of them at least)
Go- Karting
Wednesday 18 March 2009
Life
Life in Belfast has been FANTASTIC recently.
Concerts: Do You Remember the First Time? at the Ulster Hall. An Amazing line up of local bands (and bands that started as locals): The Lowly Knights, Kowalski, Cashier #9, Panama Kings, Foy Vance, Iain Archer, Duke Special, Fighting with Wire, Divine Comedy, Ash, Therapy?, JetPlane Landing, LaFaro. It was long, with lots of change over time, and not always the best sound, but SO fun to see all these bands I've heard about for the past year. Oh, and did i mention SNOW PATROL showed up. Yea. It was good.
St Patrick's Day concert at the Waterfront Hall, celebration of music by Bill Whelan (the dude who composed Riverdance). A free concert and it was super. Lots of Irish instruments and influences, the kind of music I listen to and then want to buy immediately.
Trips: Downhill several weeks ago. There's this beautiful little hostel right on the beach below the huge cliffs that hold up the Mussenden Temple. It's heaven on earth. My favorite place in N/Ireland. It feels like you're the only person alive and you've discovered magnificent buildings and ruins. The view is breathtaking and it was a refreshing weekend away.
Downpatrick this past weekend. A group of us spent a goofy day in the St Patrick's Centre (and excellent ticket for the money we paid), at St Patrick's supposed grave and the Down County Museum. I've heard about this town ever since my first flight over; the ladies I sat next to were from Downpatrick and invited me down for a cup of tea. It's the first I've been to look around the town though, and it was well worth it. I was inspired to make a list of the other little towns nearby that I "should" see before I go.
Visitors: Our house has been insane lately. On Sunday night there were 9 of us in our small home. We found beds and futons for everyone, and I was smart enough to get up early enough to miss the queue for the bathroom.
Small group: I finally figured out a way to get Thursdays off without feeling bad, so I've joined a small group through church. It's super. It's almost exclusively young married couples (except for me and one other) but I reallllly like them all. We're just finishing Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline.
That's the scoop. As always, I keep thinking of profound things to blog about, and then not doing it. This will have to do :) Happy Spring, friends.
Concerts: Do You Remember the First Time? at the Ulster Hall. An Amazing line up of local bands (and bands that started as locals): The Lowly Knights, Kowalski, Cashier #9, Panama Kings, Foy Vance, Iain Archer, Duke Special, Fighting with Wire, Divine Comedy, Ash, Therapy?, JetPlane Landing, LaFaro. It was long, with lots of change over time, and not always the best sound, but SO fun to see all these bands I've heard about for the past year. Oh, and did i mention SNOW PATROL showed up. Yea. It was good.
St Patrick's Day concert at the Waterfront Hall, celebration of music by Bill Whelan (the dude who composed Riverdance). A free concert and it was super. Lots of Irish instruments and influences, the kind of music I listen to and then want to buy immediately.
Trips: Downhill several weeks ago. There's this beautiful little hostel right on the beach below the huge cliffs that hold up the Mussenden Temple. It's heaven on earth. My favorite place in N/Ireland. It feels like you're the only person alive and you've discovered magnificent buildings and ruins. The view is breathtaking and it was a refreshing weekend away.
Downpatrick this past weekend. A group of us spent a goofy day in the St Patrick's Centre (and excellent ticket for the money we paid), at St Patrick's supposed grave and the Down County Museum. I've heard about this town ever since my first flight over; the ladies I sat next to were from Downpatrick and invited me down for a cup of tea. It's the first I've been to look around the town though, and it was well worth it. I was inspired to make a list of the other little towns nearby that I "should" see before I go.
Visitors: Our house has been insane lately. On Sunday night there were 9 of us in our small home. We found beds and futons for everyone, and I was smart enough to get up early enough to miss the queue for the bathroom.
Small group: I finally figured out a way to get Thursdays off without feeling bad, so I've joined a small group through church. It's super. It's almost exclusively young married couples (except for me and one other) but I reallllly like them all. We're just finishing Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline.
That's the scoop. As always, I keep thinking of profound things to blog about, and then not doing it. This will have to do :) Happy Spring, friends.
Work
I was clued into the latest secondary school trend tonight. The "shag tag." It's a rubber bracelet that a girl gives a guy (can a guy give one to a girl? I dunno...) and if he breaks it, they have to "shag." The catch this time is that the girl who gave it to the boy I was talking with is going out with another guy we work with. Sad.
The weather was GORGEOUS today. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY it's the start of Northern Irish spring, the best time of the year. Except for the riots. There's just nothing to be done when young people on both sides of the wall are ringing each other, looking for excitement. We had a bit of success tonight, and got several yp into the centre for a ridiculous game of football (yp v. youth workers), but in the end, if they want to throw stones, I'm not standing in the middle.
It seems that FS has made a good decision about international volunteers for next year. They've restructured the programme and I think it will be better for vols and staff. I'm glad they've put the thought into it and worked out a financially viable solution.
The weather was GORGEOUS today. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY it's the start of Northern Irish spring, the best time of the year. Except for the riots. There's just nothing to be done when young people on both sides of the wall are ringing each other, looking for excitement. We had a bit of success tonight, and got several yp into the centre for a ridiculous game of football (yp v. youth workers), but in the end, if they want to throw stones, I'm not standing in the middle.
It seems that FS has made a good decision about international volunteers for next year. They've restructured the programme and I think it will be better for vols and staff. I'm glad they've put the thought into it and worked out a financially viable solution.
Saturday 7 March 2009
BVS Europe
if you're bored by my lack of updating, check out the new link on the left under "FYI". The Unofficial Blog of BVS Europe is a collection of thoughts, stories and placement info from my fellow volunteers in BVS Europe. There's good stuff, waste some time, read it. :)
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