So What Do People Want To Know?

Hello to everyone in the "Yeah I Read Matt's Blog On Occasion When There's Nothing Else To Do" Club,

I feel like since I've advertised this and this is a big change in my life, that I should post something every so often. Plus, soon I won't have the opportunity to do this weekly, so I should take advantage of the convenience, I suppose.

First, let me say that I'm wondering what people are wondering. Do you have questions about the Peace Corps? About Malawi? About my time the next few weeks? About my opinion on the 2007 Chicago Cubs? Most of the Africa stuff can probably be better answered by checking out my links and surfing the Web, but I'd still love to hear from everyone.

I've been trying to come up with a song lyric or saying or something that sums up the Peace Corps and why I'm doing this. Granted, I have a grand total of zero days experience as a Peace Corps Volunteer, but still. PC itself has two slogans, mottos, or taglines of sorts. The first is "The toughest job you'll ever love." The second is "Life is calling. How far will you go?"

I was looking through some stuff on my computer the other day and came across this poem. Now, please understand, I more or less hate cliches. I'm pretty sure this comes from my training as a journalist. There's almost always a better way to say things. And I feel like this poem is used too often for situations like this, but I thought it was very fitting, nonetheless. You've all heard of Robert Frost, I'm sure. So, somewhat regrettably yet somewhat proudly I give you the poem. If anyone can think of something better, please let me know.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

P.S. Go Bears!