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White whater rafting..without the raft

Connecting Across the Globe

Unbelievable! I just stopped by my website before going to bed and saw the "Who is Here" map LIT UP. There were people from all over the globe, from India to Singapore, Australia, Russia, US and Japan logged on, all at the same time. I wanted to reach across the screen and shout Namasté!, Hello!, Konnichiwa!, Privet!, G'Day!

I was so inspired, I quickly put together this little video. The video is a screen capture from the site, no tricks.

Yes, this is exactly what the Internet and global media are, and I am still in awe of it. My website, which has been up for just days and is only partly built, is already connecting people all across the world.

Next step - let us talk to each other. (I've been looking for a plugin. Any recommendations?)

I made a top 10!

With 34,000 applicants who have poured their digital souls out on screen, there have been quite a few communities that sprung up around the net. I've now been completely sucked up into the world of facebook, tweeting, ninging, messaging, and you name it what else. In the now 10 days since I entered the contest, I received at least a hundred emails, been followed by dozens people, and am simply amazed at the different parts of the world that have been brought together through this experience. It is truly amazing and humbling at the same time.

One man who has been really active around the net is Raymos, from the Philippines. He goes by the nickname of DigitalEnvironmentalist. He's spent countless hours researching and watching at least a thousand videos and has put together a couple of top lists of his own. I was really honored (and pleasantly surprised) to find myself on his top ten. With just a few days to go, finding myself on a top 10 list, any list really, is a great honor and stress relief!

Take a look: Top 10 List from digitalenvironmentalist (Mine is the 2nd video)

Snow, beach and palm trees - gotta love LA!

Driving to work today, I look in the rear view mirror and see a beautiful blue sky above the ocean. Ahead of me, through the palm trees lining both sides of the street, are snow-covered mountains under a fresh blanket of snow. What a great diversity.

There was a huge storm this weekend, and while I was biking by the beach in my t-shirt, just one hour north the freeways were being closed due to snow. This reminds me of a time last winter, when I went skiing for the day with my friends. We spent a beautiful day in the snow, then came down the mountain and watched the sunset on the beach, with our toes in the sand. Going sailing the next day just sealed the deal for me. Gotta love LA!

Go big or go home!

I've struggled with the decision of what to do now that TQ accepted my vid. They say the votes won't count until after the short 50 are announced. But I am just too excited to let it wait that long. So I contacted all of my friends and family telling them of my application. Yes, they'll vote once, and it may be at the time when it does not count - but I don't care. I've worked really hard to put this together. Go big or go home!

In the first day my application shot up to rank 169 out of 14000+, in the "favorites" rank. And, even more surprisingly, I was in the top 90s out of all of the 4,000+ applicants from USA. By the next day, I was at 157 overall. That's about top 1%, yeehaw!

Thank you everyone for your support!

So how many islands are there?

I've done a lot of research on the Great Barrier Reef and its islands. The Wikipedia claims there are 900, other places say just over 600. In a recent interview, Nicole McNaughton, PR Manager for the "Best Job in the World," mentioned 600. I am going with Nicole McNaughton :) However, I promise to investigate this mystery first-hand when I get there. I will take a picture of every island (might take a few years) and provide the proof!

PS. That's Dunk Island in the photo above.

Approved!

So I fished out the approval email from my spam box today. I've been approved and uploaded. It didn't hurt - I swear. :) Would you please give me a 5-star rating?

Application Process

Tourism Queensland announced an opening for The Best Job in the World, and is asking for applicants to submit a 60 seconds video of themselves. Check out http://www.islandreefjob.com to apply.

After I heard this story on CNN, I was fired up! I e-mailed my family telling them of my next job and went to work on reading every single thing I could find on the Great Barrier Reef and Queensland. I spent a week coming up with a script and trying to recruit friends to become official film-makers. I then spent a fun Sunday with a couple of friends playing with a tiny camera, and followed that up with countless hours of learning video editing. It was tiring but fun! I sure learned a lot about videos.

I finally submitted my application on February 10th and it was approved just now, on February 16. Yeehawww! What a great V-Day present.

My application

I cannot wait until the application gets accepted, so here is the unofficial
version :)

Adventure is in my blood

The adventurous streak runs in my family. My parents were Alpinists (kinda like a Russian version of Sherpas), leading expeditions through Urals and other mountains of the USSR. That's them up there on the left. That's how they met, btw, my Dad was leading a group and my Mom "forgot" her plate ;). Isn't that convenient? :) They'd be gone for weeks or more, out in insanely treacherous terrain that I can only imagine from the pictures. Those are some amazing adventures.

I think this is where I get my sense of adventure and exploration from. While some people think I'm insane for wanting to get this job in Australia (what, you want to move to Australia? Hell yeah!), my parents are behind me all the way!

This is fun!

I'm starting to build the website at www.islandscaretaker.com. It's a little bare at the moment while I'm spinning it up. But please stay tuned for more.

We have lift-off!

OMG! OMG! OMG! It submitted, and only on the 2nd time. After spending over 100 hours on the application, and reading all of the messages about people having trouble uploading, I was bracing for a nerve-wracking experience. I picked the time in the middle of the night in US. Then looked up the time in UK an Australia and made sure it was odd times of day there too. That seems to have made the difference! No one is uploading at 2-5am :) Yeehaw! And we are off. *Crossing fingers*

Lift off in 10...9.....

After putting about 100 hours into the video application, I am now within smelling distance of the finish line. Just a few little tweaks, and I am launching this baby into space!

Wish me luck :)

Germany: I'd like a taxi please and the phone is for you

(This is a re-post from a travel blog April 2008 - Germany)

It's a late cold night in Bielefeld, Germany, and Molly, Victor and I are visiting Peter at his room at the university. I am staying at a hotel near the train station, so I have to get back there before the public transportation closes. Victor left earlier, and, since this was already close to midnight, I figure I'd take a cab. I figured the cab would be warmer and faster than the 20 minute ride on the train. (Remember that: faster and warmer) Peter calls me a cab and we head outside. So far so good.

After spending about 15 minutes waiting outside, at midnight, freezing our tails off (do you see where this is heading yet?), Peter goes back in to check on what's up. When he returns, I find out this interesting tidbit of information. The name of this street in German is "Tomorrow street."

The call for the taxi order went something like this (translated of course). Oh, did I mention Peter doesn’t really speak German?

Peter: "I'd like a taxi please. Right now. For tomorrow street."
Taxi: “Taxi? Tomorrow?”
Peter: “Yes, right now. Tomorrow.”

Apparently the taxi dispatch didn't even bother to ask what time tomorrow, since he figured he was dealing with an idjot.

After a sufficient beating, Peter and I continue to wait outside. It's now been about 40 minutes. :)

Tired and cold Peter suggests we duck inside a building that has a view of the street and wait there to keep warm. It is a building, around the corner from his dormitory. As we climb up the front stairs, we hear a phone ringing. Strange, a phone ringing in an empty building. Peter jokes, “Hey, it’s for you.”

As we walk inside the front doors, there is a big foyer with a public telephone. Ringing. It’s dark. It's midnight-ish. There is no one. And this public phone is ringing. Maybe there is an emergency? Why else would someone call a pay phone in an empty building in the middle of the night? So I say to Peter, “maybe I should pick it up?” He says, “No, don’t.” Hmmm… I say “Well maybe it's the cab calling, maybe that's the main phone for the address or something.” Then we decide OK, we'll answer. After a minute of deliberation between a really broken German and good English, we decide to answer in English.

I pick up the phone (in English) "Hello?"
Victor’s voice answers (in Russian) “Ksenia?”
My jaw drops to the floor.
Me: "Who are you calling???”
Victor: “Peter, of course”

At that point I lose it. Peter is looking at me, like, WTF?

You have to understand this. Picture this if you will.. middle of the night, halfway across the world, dark hallway in a building with a public phone, ringing. We are thinking someone, in German, is calling about some emergency or some such. We deliberate whether to answer in German or English. And then, imagine the shock when the voice in the phone is not in German, but Russian, and it's Victor!

When the shock wears off, both Peter and I are overcome by uncontrollable fits of laughter. What the hell is he doing calling the pay phone? Somehow through the laugh tears, I manage to say into the phone "You are calling a pay phone!" Victor goes "What?!" .. but I can't say anything, my sides are hurting, and Peter looks like he had just wet himself, three times over. Finally, Victor, all pissed off, says "Fine. Bye." and hangs up. We never did find out why he called.

Meanwhile… on the other side of town, this is how things look from Victor’s end.

He gets to the hotel, and, being a considerate person that he is, decides to call Peter’s cell phone to let him know all is OK. So, Victor gets out his handy dandy list of emergency numbers, which he prepared for all of us prior to the trip. You see, Victor is a very consciencious traveler. Before going abroad, he compiles a list of emergency phone numbers, with locations and numbers of US consulates and people in the various countries he plans to visit. Very thoughtful!

So Victor asks the guy at the front desk to let him use the phone, gets on the phone, dials the number he has as Peter’s cell, with the guy watching, and then his two idjot friends are just laughing into the phone. They must’ve just had too much to drink, he thinks. And on top of that, his yelling "What?!" into the phone, freaks out the front desk guy, who then starts nervously asking all sorts of questions. This, in turn, freaks Victor out, and Victor hangs up.

And in case you were wondering why the pay phone, long long time ago, before Peter had a cell phone, he called Victor in the States from a nearby payphone. Chances are he gave Victor that phone number to call him right back. They wrote it down.. and that's the number that made it onto Victor’s handy dandy emergency contacts list. Imagine us calling that number in case of an emergency!

Anyway... the lesson learned is this: always carry Depends, because you never know when you are gonna pee your pants laughing in the middle of the night. Apparently, I kept laughing all through the night, even in my sleep.

Ukraine: Fireworks - close & personal

(This is a re-post from a travel blog May 2008 - Ukraine)

We are celebrating May 9th, the Victory Day in Kiev. It's a huge celebration with a parade and fireworks. A few nights earlier, I made friends with a few knowledgeable locals and got the scoop on the best places in the city to watch the fireworks. The consensus was that it was Slava Park, which is on the banks of the river Dnepr, high up, with visibility all across the city. Sounds great, right?

Well, before the fireworks, we stopped to have dinner with our friends. While there, and after quite a few rounds of Vodka (this is a true Russian dinner), the friends had other suggestions for the fireworks. We are happy, belly full, and drunk, so it all sounds good to us. We grab a taxi, and as we are heading to Vladimirskaya Gorka, instead of Slava Park,.. I'm thinking.. how come there is no traffic this way? How come the streets aren't blocked off? And how come the driver doesn't know where we are going.. isn't the whole city going to watch the fireworks? Turns out they were... in Slava Park ;)

So we get there.. keep asking people which way to go, since there is no crowd to follow. Eventually we come to this park.. with some people here and there, and a big area roped off with policemen in front of it. I figured, hey, they would know. Looking all cute and "lady-in-distress"-like, I approach one.

"Excuse me nice policeman, would you be so kind as to tell me where the fireworks are going to happen?"

He looks at me like I had just escaped from somewhere where they have nice ladies in white coats speaking in soft calm voices. Then turns and points to a cannon about 100 ft behind him.

"Here's the cannon..."

I'm slowly starting to understand.

"Hmm.... and when are the fireworks?" I ask him.

He is probably again wondering where I escaped from.

"At 9pm" he says.

I look at the watch, it's 8:57. Then I look at him, look at the watch, and look at the cannon... and say ..

"I should run, shouldn't I?"

He says, "yeah."

With that, I put about another 200ft distance between me and the cannon, when I jump and grab my friend at the first BOOM. I can't complain that were were too far to see the fireworks :) And here's the 12 seconds of proof,