<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:45:06.411-07:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='recruiter'/><category term='Bobby Flay'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='travel'/><category term='New York'/><category term='Argentina'/><category term='business'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='job search'/><category term='Mumbai'/><category term='food'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='Tokyo'/><category term='online identity'/><category term='Buenos Aires'/><category term='plane'/><category term='awards'/><category term='career'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='India'/><title type='text'>A Life Less Ordinary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-6552623392089278685</id><published>2010-10-14T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:23:35.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>A New Adventure</title><content type='html'>It's been seven months since my last blog. I realized it's about time to update the world on my latest adventures. There have been quite a few since March, but I might have to start with the most recent: The Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins in the middle of a desert....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane touched down in Jeddah, a city on the west coast of Saudi Arabia, an expansive city on the Red Sea. Me and the other female recruiters in our tour group had just had a frenzy of quickly dressing in our abayas before the plane taxied to the gate and wrapping our head scarfs around our shoulders, ready to pull it over our heads at a moment's notice. In Saudi Arabia, women must wear the abaya, which is a long black robe with long sleeves. Some are like a cloak, which you can just fasten over your clothes, others (like mine) are a full-cover abaya, which you pull over your head like a dress. It is also required for females to cover their heads with a scarf. Basically, this means being covered from head to toe in black cloth -- in 102 degree heat. We didn't fully embrace the reality of that until later that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "expansive" was the first thing that came to mind when we drove from the airport to our hotel in Jeddah. It reminded me a lot of Dallas, Texas. "Everything's bigger in Texas....and Jeddah." Every car dealership and lighting store between the airport and the hotel was the size of a triple-story Costco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hotel somewhat late and decided to meet around 10:45 PM to find something to eat. All I knew was that someone said something about "really good chicken." So, the adventure begins. Me and two other females from our tour group had &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLeCas1Mi9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KVPmRheJSk0/s1600/DSCN2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLeCas1Mi9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KVPmRheJSk0/s200/DSCN2341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528030462843063250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be in full garb, since we were venturing out onto the street (see photo). We thought being fully covered would divert some of the stares we get as foreigners; however, it didn't really seem to work that well on this evening. The 3 of us women, along with 3 other males, decided we'd like to find a place that supposedly serves incredible chicken. Apparently, this chicken has been eaten by the likes of a Mr. Anthony Bourdain. I found out about 30 minutes into our walk along a very busy street, that this elusive chicken place is called Al Baik. We also found out, about the same time, that this particular Al Baik was virtually impossible to get to. Although we could see the restaurant on the other side of the street, the road leading to it was diverted about a mile out of the way. Our adventure was quickly taking a turn for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some quick thinking, one of the males decided to hail some cabs. We jumped in and drove the 2 miles down and back in order to get to the Al Baik which was right across the street. After pulling up to the restaurant, our stomachs growling and mouths salivating with the thought of spice-injected deep fried chicken, we stopped just short of the front door. One of our male friends broke the bad news to us that the restaurant, unfortunately, did not have a family section. This meant that basically the restaurant was for males only. Although we technically could have eaten in the restaurant, the stares would have probably bored holes in our heads. And we already felt them, simply by standing outside of the restaurant trying to figure out what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we came up with a plan that the women, escorted by a male, would head back to the hotel, while the other males would get the chicken to go. We would meet back at the hotel and enjoy this infamous chicken together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that the story ended well. My evening ended after being fully satisfied by a couple of incredible pieces of spicy Al Baik chicken, french fries and garlic dipping sauce....all from the comfort of my spacious hotel suite (I had been upgraded to a suite, since they were out of non-smoking rooms), which I graciously shared with my colleagues. We feasted on our chicken together in the hotel room, enjoying every last morsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was just my first evening in Saudi Arabia.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-6552623392089278685?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6552623392089278685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/6552623392089278685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/6552623392089278685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-adventure.html' title='A New Adventure'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLeCas1Mi9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KVPmRheJSk0/s72-c/DSCN2341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-8988238693867520712</id><published>2010-03-01T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:01:19.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokyo'/><title type='text'>Itadakimasu....and other fun Japanese words</title><content type='html'>It's been 50 days since my last post. Yet another confession. I do admit that I am not the best blogger in the world, but I still haven't found a lot to blog about when I'm not traveling....or not traveling somewhere exotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas I am in my next exotic locale -- Japan! It is a fun country, to say the least. I arrived at Narita airport, after sitting on a plane for 10 hours in flight, preceded by 2 hours at the gate waiting for them to fix a jumpseat for one of the flight attendants. Needless to say, everyone aboard was pretty anxious by the time we departed. Conversations started and I found myself chatting with two US military guys who are currently stationed in Japan. They had both been in Tokyo for a while, so they had a lot of recommendations. I decided to follow them via Narita Express into Tokyo, so I at least had to get that far then part ways so I could go on to Kawasaki and they to the US Navy base. We quickly figured out that we had missed the Narita express by just a few minutes, so I decided to go it on my own using a different route through Nippori airport. Thank goodness for my friend Yuuka, who outlined every possible route I could take to get to Kawasaki from Narita. I said goodbye to the military boys and went on my way. Surprisingly enough, I made it to my hotel in just under 2 hours, which is actually very timely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I met my friend Yuuka, who I've known since my college days in Seattle. She attended the English language school where I worked while I was a student at Seattle Pacific. We've kept in touch somewhat, writing emails every couple of years, but of course, going right back to where we left off when we last saw each other. Yuuka, who is not originally from Tokyo, but rather from Osaka, was still a wonderful guide! We saw the beautiful Kaminarimon gate, which leads to Senso-Ji temple. Yuuka showed me how you throw a small coin (about $.10) into the coffer before entering the temple...for good luck. She said it ranges in how much you throw in, but the more you give, the better your luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around Nakamise-dori, the shopping street near the temple, we hit up a local joint for lunch. We had a little bit of everything, including niboshi dashi, edamame, some kind of dish of beef entrails (which was amazingly delicious) and yakitori (fried chicken) -- literally, it translates as yaki=fried, tori=chicken. So...yakisoba = fried noodles! Pretty easy, actually once you get the hang of it! We also had Sapporo, the most popular beer in Japan. Yuuka told me it's not common to have beer with lunch on a weekday. The "salarymen" as they call them save their drinking for after work, where they get their fill at happy hour. But since it was a Sunday, we indulged. We also followed up with a small bottle of Japanese sake, which was very sweet. I found out that there are other kinds of sake, as well, that are not made with rice. They call it something else, but it can be made with wheat or grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to Meiji shrine, which sort of makes you forget that you're in Tokyo. After a long walk down a tree-lined gravel road, you come upon a beautiful wood shrine. We were fortunate to go on a Sunday, because we actually got to see two wedding parties getting their wedding photos done in the shrine. They were both traditional Japanese brides, with the large white hat over their pinned up hair. Yuuka told me they refer to these hats as "what covers the horns." I found this entertaining....just wait until after the wedding day when the horns come out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Meiji shrine is a square where teenagers stand around dressed in very "interesting" outfits. Some are goth-looking with heavy makeup and dark clothing, others are more "anime-looking" with bright-colored, bold clothing. Others still are dressed in cartoon-looking Victorian dresses. According to the Lonely Planet, these "Harajuku girls" are the shy ones at school or even those who are bullied, but they use this sort of dress-up as a way of finding freedom. It's common for tourists and onlookers to stand around and take photos of the girls (and some boys), which Yuuka and I found ourselves doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked around Ginzu, which is the incredibly expensive shopping area -- from Gucci to Prada and everything in between. We obviously just window shopped and used the fancy public restrooms! One new thing I learned about Japan is that most toilets, especially in public restrooms, have an automatic stream of water that flows into the toilet as you sit down on the toilet seat. This is apparently a new feature on toilets to help out those who are shy when it comes to using public toilets! Not exactly the most environmentally smart thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next-to-last top of the day was Tokyo Tower, which is the largest free-standing metal tower in the world -- it's about 13 feet higher than the Eiffel Tower...and also a 3,000 tons lighter, because of the type of metal used -- according to the guide. I can understand this might come in handy if it ever needs to be moved???!! Tokyo Tower provided a beautiful 360 degree view of Tokyo. We went up around sunset, which was incredible and provided us the benefit of seeing Tokyo in both the daylight and in the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of a wait to go back down the in the elevator, we made our way to Ebisu, which is known for its monja, which is a sort of "do-it-yourself" stuffed pancake. Each table has its own frying surface, where you pour the toppings and the fish-based batter onto and let it cook down. Yuuka admitted to never having cooked it herself before, so we had our server do us the honors. We were each given our own mini spatula, which we then scraped off small portions of the monja, smooshed it onto the spatula, then ate it right off of the spatula. It was tasty. But nothing compared to our next dish, which was okonomiyaki. This is a dish I've actually had the pleasure of trying before, since Yuuka made it for us several times back in Seattle. It's an egg-based batter with cabbage, mountain potato, and other ingredients. It's poured onto the hot surface and cooked just like a big pancake. After it's done cooking, you top it with a sweet teriyaki-type sauce, mayonnaise and dried fish flakes. It is simply delicious! We accompanied this delicious dinner with sake-mixed drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I've worked my way through the last couple of days in Japan, I'll bid you farewell without promising when the next post will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-8988238693867520712?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8988238693867520712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2010/03/itadakimasuand-other-fun-japanese-words.html#comment-form' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/8988238693867520712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/8988238693867520712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2010/03/itadakimasuand-other-fun-japanese-words.html' title='Itadakimasu....and other fun Japanese words'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-8784879018491898425</id><published>2010-01-10T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:13:44.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Butterflies and Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/S0oYbpQcz_I/AAAAAAAAADo/HexCe7f9GZA/s1600-h/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/S0oYbpQcz_I/AAAAAAAAADo/HexCe7f9GZA/s200/202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425175564331569138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a while since my last post....sounds kind of like a confession. But I am happy to announce that I now have something interesting to post! I am in Buenos Aires, Argentina at the moment and enjoying every minute. The first day I arrived, I had a meal of the most delicious steak I have had in a long time. The Argentinians are known for their steak. They have endless flat lands where the cows munch on grass and live a happy life...until they end up on my plate, of course. And I have had my fair share of cow here in Argentina, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires is a beautiful city, with European-style architecture, friendly people and amazing restaurants. In the first couple of days, we saw where Evita is buried in the national cemetery, green parks spread throughout the city and the beautiful plazas where people sit and enjoy the sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day of my trip, we took off on a road trip headed towards Iguazu Falls. This is normally an 18-hour bus ride. We figured we could drive it a bit quicker by renting a car and driving ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have been the case if we didn't have a broken-down car 3 hours outside of Buenos Aires. So, the first night we stopped in Concordia, a small quaint town. We had dinner at a parilla (pronounced "pair-ee-zha" in Argentina). This is their barbecue/steak house. The boys enjoyed a bit of a mixed grill, which consisted of various barbecued animal parts (kidney, intestines, blood sausage, etc.). I tried a few and surprisingly it was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on towards Iguazu Falls the next day -- got into Puerto Iguazu that night and had dinner at a local fish house. I had a meal of suburi, a fish caught in the river between Brazil and Argentina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/S0oXLEpInsI/AAAAAAAAADg/eB3dC4lmo1M/s1600-h/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/S0oXLEpInsI/AAAAAAAAADg/eB3dC4lmo1M/s320/203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425174180113456834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, we set out for the park. We spent about 6 hours walking around the park, which wanders around the 275 falls. There are walkways skirting the falls and ones that are set almost immediately on top of the falls. It's very hard to describe such an amazing place in words, but I really believe these falls should be one of the great wonders of the world. Being in a rain forest, there was some beautiful wildlife between the falls....and the butterflies were everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after seeing the falls, we headed out on the road again for our 15-hour journey back to Buenos Aires. We ended up driving through the night so that we arrived back in the city around 7:00 in the morning. More to come about the driving here in Argentina.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-8784879018491898425?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8784879018491898425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2010/01/butterflies-and-waterfalls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/8784879018491898425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/8784879018491898425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2010/01/butterflies-and-waterfalls.html' title='Butterflies and Waterfalls'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/S0oYbpQcz_I/AAAAAAAAADo/HexCe7f9GZA/s72-c/202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-4325833545490999829</id><published>2009-09-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:24:03.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Weekend in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/Sq8IpSskUYI/AAAAAAAAADU/3ipGmIZ7nOs/s1600-h/picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/Sq8IpSskUYI/AAAAAAAAADU/3ipGmIZ7nOs/s200/picture+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381529585217458562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I wasn't the only one who decided to visit New York this weekend! Just a few things were happening this weekend in New York, including -- the US Open, September 11th Memorial, New York Fashion Week, Broadway on Broadway showing live musicals in the middle of Times Square, MTV's VMA Awards (which seemed to create the most havoc in the city), and just to wrap things up, Obama made an appearance on Wall Street on Monday and shut down JFK airport on his way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York does seem to be in the middle of all the action and it's never more apparent until you're right in the middle of it! I met a friend in Times Square for the Broadway on Broadway event, which brought in all the season's Broadway productions for a free live concert for thousands of guests. As part of the finale, confetti was shot high into the air over Times Square. It looked like colorful snow raining down through the high rises. As we left the show, we continued to see confetti for blocks away from Times Square. I can now imagine what New Year's is like in the Square....and the post-celebration clean-up that ensues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-4325833545490999829?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4325833545490999829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-weekend-in-new-york.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/4325833545490999829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/4325833545490999829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-weekend-in-new-york.html' title='A Busy Weekend in New York'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/Sq8IpSskUYI/AAAAAAAAADU/3ipGmIZ7nOs/s72-c/picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-3219174516037458861</id><published>2009-09-10T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:29:20.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Flay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>New York:  The Food</title><content type='html'>As promised....I shall now blog about food. (Shannan, you asked for it)!&lt;br /&gt;In New York, it's hard not to talk about the food. It's everywhere. On every street corner (literally, there is a street food vendor on almost every street corner). Then standing just behind the street food vendor stands rows and rows of restaurants....beautiful-fancy-cloth-napkin-type places with three times as many hole-in-the-wall-restaurants in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...I had the pleasure to eat at Bobby Flay's first restaurant, Mesa Grill located on 5th Avenue in the Flatiron District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just come from the extremely busy graduate school fair, Idealist, I was a bit famished. Me and two of my friends, recruiters from other programs, decided to try a few appetizers. I chose the tuna and salmon tartare with spicy chili sauce and plantain chips. I also got a side of the Cornmeal Crusted Chile Relleno stuffed with white cheese and beans. The tuna and salmon was essentially a Mexican version of Hawaiian Poke (see: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poke"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poke&lt;/a&gt;), which was fine by me, because I happen to love Hawaiian Poke. This was all accompanied by a nice glass of Malbec from Argentina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my dinner mates, one ordered the shrimp and roasted garlic stuffed tamale, and the other ordered a Blue Corn Pancake filled with with barbecued duck,&lt;br /&gt;habanero chile-star anise sauce, along with a side of roasted corn with smoked chiles, cojita cheese, and lime. Everything I had was tasty, although I still think Mimi's chile relleno's can't be beat, but unfortunately she does not have a restaurant where I can recommend everyone go try them. You'll just have to hope to someday have the amazing opportunity to try Mimi's chile relleno's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Recipe: Barbecued Mexican Corn&lt;br /&gt;The corn side was a lot like a recipe I learned from one of my dear friends and an amazing chef named Aaron. He starts by BBQ'ing the corn in husk. After it gets nice and hot, pull the husk down away from the corn but don't remove it fully. If you leave some of the husk hanging down off of the corn, it provides a nice handle for holding the hot corn!&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The real recipe is not for those watching their waistline, but it is the best tasting. Slather a thin layer of mayonnaise on the corn, just like you're buttering it. Then roll the corn in a pan of crumbled cotija cheese mixed with a bit of taco seasoning. You can also use butter instead of mayonnaise...not entirely sure either is that healthy, but like I said, the mayonnaise definitely tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it...a restaurant review and a recipe, all in one blog! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh...no pics yet, but I promise I'll include some soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-3219174516037458861?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3219174516037458861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-york-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/3219174516037458861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/3219174516037458861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-york-food.html' title='New York:  The Food'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-8890775315475250037</id><published>2009-09-09T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:56:21.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><title type='text'>The Adventure Begins Again...</title><content type='html'>Traveling for me always seems to be an adventure. I can't seem to go anywhere without some kind of a story. But I would have it no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for example, my little jaunt to New York was anything but boring. We were a little late getting out of the Portland airport, which made me a little nervous, because I only had a 50-minute layover in Chicago and didn't know whether my next flight would be all the way on the other side of the airport. I arrived 20 minutes before we were supposed to depart for LaGuardia, but luckily I found out my next flight was delayed because of a late aircraft. After finally boarding about an hour behind schedule, they then proceeded to tell us that we were going to have to wait another 40 minutes on the tarmac because inbound traffic to LaGuardia was so heavy, they had to hold planes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were relieved to finally get under way an hour and a half later than scheduled. As if the flight wasn't eventful enough already, an attendant came over the loudspeaker asking if there was a nurse or doctor on board. We weren't entirely sure what was happening except that there was a sick passenger. The good news is that we got priority clearance to land at LaGuardia!  The one nugget of goodness in all my travel woes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to find out that the passenger was a bit dizzy and looked a bit flushed, but didn't seem extremely serious. It was around 11 PM by the time I got into a cab headed towards Manhattan and to my awaiting pillow, which my head was eager to get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....that wasn't the end of the adventure. As the hotel bell man opened the door for me, I got out of the cab and as I looked down for two second to put away my receipt, the cabbie started to drive off down the road. I looked up just in time to shout -- "Hey, my suitcases!!" That the was the bell man's cue to go running off after the cab shouting at him to stop. Luckily, and I never thought I'd say this, there always seems to be traffic in NY, no matter what time of day or night. The cab didn't get very far before realizing he had driven off with my suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, it was kind of a nice relief to check in and go to my hotel room uneventfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car ride, two planes and a taxi ride later...I am happy to be back in the Big Apple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-8890775315475250037?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8890775315475250037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-begins-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/8890775315475250037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/8890775315475250037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-begins-again.html' title='The Adventure Begins Again...'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-2680693192154579018</id><published>2009-09-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:04:32.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-crastinating and My New Blog Topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SqNC1QP_W5I/AAAAAAAAADM/yZFsuDfc39E/s1600-h/Israel+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SqNC1QP_W5I/AAAAAAAAADM/yZFsuDfc39E/s200/Israel+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378215862673038226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must be the worst blogger in the world....or Top 10 at least. I don't usually blog until I travel, which for the last few months has been fairly sporadic. I did go to Israel in July and that was amazing. I'm not sure why I didn't find time to blog about it. It was an amazing experience -- some of the best seafood I've ever had literally sitting on the beach of the Mediterranean. I got to go to the US Ambassador's 4th of July party in Tel Aviv...on the 1st of July. They pulled out all the stops...with a huge fireworks show, as well as a speech by the Prime Minister of Israel. Then I got invited to another 4th of July, on the actual holiday, which was a rooftop party with live music and everything. Great way to celebrate our US holiday in a foreign country!&lt;br /&gt;I did have the opportunity to experience the Old City of Jerusalem, with a trip to the Wailing Wall, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the Via Dolorosa, the Tower of David and we even had lunch in the Armenian Quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food...the reason for my post tonight is to share about my other great love in life. Besides traveling, my other passion is food. I love to eat it, make it, talk about and learn how to make it! I just saw the movie Julie and Julia. It reminded me how much I love to cook. My mother instilled this passion in me. Growing up, I can remember my mom creating amazing things with food. My friends that would come over for dinner would remark about how gourmet my mom's food was. I was always proud of this, but didn't fully appreciate it until I had to live on my own and cook my own meals. I found that food that wasn't cooked from scratch just didn't have the same flavors as I knew growing up. I had a new appreciation for food that I had definitely taken advantage of growing up...I never understood that what my mom had was talent. To be able to take a number of ingredients from the fridge and cupboards and create something that was not only edible, but also incredibly tasty...is truly a gift. I've decided that even if I cannot live up to my mother's talent, maybe I can at least appreciate good food when I taste it. That is why I've decided to add an additional feature to my blog. Not only will I blog about my traveling adventures, but I will also blog about my food-ventures. Whether it's a small local cafe or a world-renowned dining experience, I plan to share about it in my blog. I'm sure there are a number of new blogs inspired by movies like Julie and Julia, but I'm sure that's because, I believe, food brings people together and creates memories. It's an important part of our culture and history and in my opinion, it brings a unique experience to every one of my trips. And I plan to share that with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-2680693192154579018?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2680693192154579018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-crastinating-and-my-new-blog-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/2680693192154579018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/2680693192154579018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-crastinating-and-my-new-blog-topic.html' title='Blog-crastinating and My New Blog Topic'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SqNC1QP_W5I/AAAAAAAAADM/yZFsuDfc39E/s72-c/Israel+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-6172767133258947429</id><published>2009-06-12T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:27:06.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Beyond the Expected: Ethics in Business Awards</title><content type='html'>I attended the Oregon Ethics in Business Awards dinner on Wednesday evening this week. I guess one would expect that the nominees and award winners would be impressive in their own right...with their commitment to ethics and to "doing the right thing." But I have to admit, I was much more than impressed by this group of humble do-gooders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the award winners was one especially humble man from Corvallis, Oregon. His name is Mario Pastega. He is a 92-year-old man of Italian decent who owns the Pepsi-Cola bottling facility in Corvallis. At his age, you would think he was a feeble man; however, he actually moves quite quickly and in fact, he loves giving visitors tours of his facilities. In his acceptance speech for the Ethics in Business Award, it was apparent that Mario loves what he does...mostly because he is giving back to the community. Mario helped establish a guest house for relatives of hospital patients to stay in while their loved ones are treated. He visits the families on a regular basis and also commits his time to a number of other service projects. This is all outside of his work hours, which he still puts in regularly even at his age! Mario was a true example of "doing unto others as you would have done unto you." In every way, he exemplifies how people should do business. Not to serve themselves, but to go beyond the expected, even if it means sacrificing a bit of profit. You can read more &lt;a href="http://www.oregonethicsinbusiness.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=4&amp;Itemid=17"&gt;online &lt;/a&gt;about Mario and other Ethics in Business Award Winners, which were researched and underwritten by our very own Willamette MBA students this last semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-6172767133258947429?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6172767133258947429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/beyond-expected-ethics-in-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/6172767133258947429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/6172767133258947429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/06/beyond-expected-ethics-in-business.html' title='Beyond the Expected: Ethics in Business Awards'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-4065359013322243307</id><published>2009-04-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:04:17.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose it's bad etiquette for a blogger to not post a new blog for over a month, but my excuse is that I've been globetrotting. I also suppose that is the best time to post a new blog, since there is a lot to share when one is traveling. Nonetheless, I've still got a lot of good things to share, even post-travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last three weeks or so, I've been traveling around Eastern Europe and Turkey. I was in Romania, Bulgaria and Hungary for recruitment travel and then Turkey for a bit of a holiday. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SdjkKny0c1I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZoLT4UyPt4g/s1600-h/IMG_3165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SdjkKny0c1I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZoLT4UyPt4g/s200/IMG_3165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321253830870201170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Romania, I stayed with a friend, who showed me around her beautiful country. We explored the city of Bucharest and towns in the countryside, like Sinaia, Brasov, and Rasov. Each were unique and had their own individual charm. For instance, we saw Bran castle in Brasov, which is sometimes linked to the legend of Dracula. It actually does not have a significant link to Dracula, but of course, the town has marketed on the reputation, with Dracula mugs and t-shirts lining the path up to the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Bulgaria for only a couple of days and so I was not able to see much of the city. I did get to walk around the and see the underground city, which has ruins that date back 7,000 years. Sofia is claimed to be the second oldest city in Europe, after Cadiz, Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Budapest, I had some time to explore the city. Budapest was definitely the most charming out of all the Eastern European cities I visited on this tour. With it's beautiful Parliament building, bridges, walking streets and indoor market where they sell paprikas, sausages and cheese, one could walk around Budapest all day without getting bored. After a long day walking around the city in the cold, though, it's a delight to return to the famous baths of Europe, where they sit for hours in the sauna and pools. It's no wonder the baths have been around for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my trip with a week in Turkey, which was an entirely different experience all together and requires it's own blog, which will soon follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-4065359013322243307?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4065359013322243307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/globetrotting-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/4065359013322243307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/4065359013322243307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/04/globetrotting-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SdjkKny0c1I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZoLT4UyPt4g/s72-c/IMG_3165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-218898615857301515</id><published>2009-02-16T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:14:01.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barakhamba Street</title><content type='html'>So my hotel in Delhi is on Barakhamba Street. Sounds strangely familiar.... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the elevator heading up to my room after checking in and two gentleman from the hotel asked me where I was from. I'm always a bit hesitant to say the US, mostly because I've had some bad experiences in the past where people responded with their opinions about US foreign policy. Not that I didn't always agree with them, but for some reason I always felt so guilty, as if somehow I was personally responsible for the way the US government handled foreign policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, when I said I was from the US, they both looked at me with bright eyes and said in unison, "Barak Obama!"  I thought this was quite entertaining and we went on for a few minutes talking about the future of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was so interesting how these two guys from India really cared about who is the President of the United States, but I ashamedly have to admit that I don't even know who is the Prime Minister of India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-218898615857301515?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/218898615857301515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/02/barakhamba-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/218898615857301515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/218898615857301515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/02/barakhamba-street.html' title='Barakhamba Street'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-7648921413165565912</id><published>2009-02-15T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:32:09.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always an adventure</title><content type='html'>Traveling always proves to be an adventure for me...or at least gives me a story to tell when I get back home. Sometimes it involves funny and entertaining stories and at other times, a bit more harrowing or nerve-rattling stories. Take my latest trip back to India for example (the one that makes up for my last trip which was thwarted by terrorists).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out all well and good with my flight leaving Portland just a few minutes late. What I didn't count on was my flight from San Francisco to Munich departing 15 minutes early, being completely booked and worse yet, finding out at the gate that I wasn't actually checked in for that flight (thanks to United's ridiculous codeshare policy that does not allow them to check you in for flights operated by other carriers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SZkH4izoToI/AAAAAAAAACc/z9U8_s2HqZ0/s1600-h/IMG_2992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SZkH4izoToI/AAAAAAAAACc/z9U8_s2HqZ0/s200/IMG_2992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303278704202894978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had to wait until the flight was completely boarded and lucky for me, two people didn't show up for the flight! So after an 11 1/2 hour flight to Munich and another 7 hour flight to Delhi, I arrived once again to a foggy capitol city of India (pictured).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure continues, of course, after I got into my pre-paid taxi cab to the hotel. After driving no more than 5 miles outside of the airport, the cab driver pulls over to the side of the road (and as those who have been in a car ride in India know, is not the safest place on a road), he proceeds to tell me that we have to wait 5 minutes for someone else to come take over his shift. Ironically, this just happened to be in the middle of my route. Or, maybe it was his way of getting a ride halfway to his destination.  But so it goes...in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure always continues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-7648921413165565912?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7648921413165565912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/7648921413165565912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/7648921413165565912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-adventure.html' title='Always an adventure'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SZkH4izoToI/AAAAAAAAACc/z9U8_s2HqZ0/s72-c/IMG_2992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-3754121102446443601</id><published>2009-02-01T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:15:15.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Travel Schedule</title><content type='html'>I'm putting the final touches on my travel schedule for this spring. It's going to be a busy season with more international travel, but I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, I'll be returning to India to make up for lost recruiting opportunities due to the terrorist attacks in November. I will also be making a quick trip up to Montana at the end of February immediately upon my return from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, I will likely go to College Park, Maryland, which is near Washington DC for a non-profit conference. I'm excited to add some new international travel to my recruitment schedule in March, which includes Romania, Bulgaria and Hungary. Since I will already be in Europe, I've decided to stay an extra week and travel around. I'm still deciding whether to go to Turkey, Greece or maybe even Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, I have some regional travel here in Oregon and up to Washington for a conference for the Society of Women Engineers. This is always a fun conference full of hard-working women making their way in an industry that has traditionally been primarily male-driven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see our full recruitment schedule, including other locations where Willamette MBA will be represented, click here: &lt;a href="http://www.willamette.edu/agsm/full-time/admission/meet.htm"&gt;http://www.willamette.edu/agsm/full-time/admission/meet.htm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-3754121102446443601?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3754121102446443601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-travel-schedule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/3754121102446443601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/3754121102446443601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-travel-schedule.html' title='Spring Travel Schedule'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-7422234207219164162</id><published>2009-01-14T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:52:37.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Applying to Grad School or Looking for a Job?   Clean up Your Online Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roadagent.org/img/blogsmall/70.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 64px;" src="http://roadagent.org/img/blogsmall/70.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.willamette.edu/agsm/full-time/newsletter/master-images/Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 46px;" src="http://www.willamette.edu/agsm/full-time/newsletter/master-images/Facebook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to ExecuNet.com, 83% of reruiters used search engines to check out prospective employees last year, and 43% eliminated candidates based on the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The depressed global economy, Googling of students by employers, invasion of Facebook by recruiters... what's a student to do?" asks an article by Lisa Rau posted on nuresume.com (&lt;a href="http://www.nuresume.com/index.php?page=web2.0resume"&gt;http://www.nuresume.com/index.php?page=web2.0resume&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're hunting for a job or considering applying for graduate school, you need to assure your online reputation is clean and professional. Even if you think it's nobody's business what you do in your personal life, the fact is, if it's online...it could be the world's business, especially if you don't have the appropriate privacy settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few tips to cleaning up your online identity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Make your Facebook or MySpace pages private&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you haven't already, make sure you have the appropriate privacy settings on your social network sites, especially the sites that highlight your personal activities and what you do in your spare time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if your online profile is set to private, if you have something posted on your site that would make your mother cringe....remove it from your profile! If you happen to befriend a recruiter or co-worker of a potential employer, they may be able to access your profile, even if it's set to private.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Create a public professional online identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now that your Facebook or MySpace is privatized, you don't want to cut yourself off from potential opportunities to connect with reruiters. Instead, create a professional identity through LinkedIn or through other professional networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post your updated resume and keep your profile up-to-date. Have a professional review your online profile and resume to get an outsider's opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use sources, such as nuResume.com and other career-related sites to post your resume and connect with recruiters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Promote yourself online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once you have a professional online identity, promote yourself by posting blogs, commenting on other blogs and sharing tips and advice about something that interests you or something in which you consider yourself an expert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can grab the attention of potential employers by becoming an online thought leader.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It can be as simple as sharing with the world what good books you've read lately or what you think about the current economy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just remember to be professional and always put your best foot forward, both online and offline!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;To learn more about cleaning up your online identity, check out some of these sites and blogs:  &lt;a href="http://www.nuresume.com/"&gt;nuresume.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2006/07/25/overrated-cleaning-up-your-online-identity-underrated-cleaning-up-your-offline-identity/"&gt;http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2006/07/25/overrated-cleaning-up-your-online-identity-underrated-cleaning-up-your-offline-identity/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#000099,#ffffff,#000080,#ffffff,#3366ff,#7b46d0,#86d1ec,#45c984"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-7422234207219164162?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7422234207219164162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/applying-to-grad-school-or-looking-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/7422234207219164162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/7422234207219164162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/applying-to-grad-school-or-looking-for.html' title='Applying to Grad School or Looking for a Job?   Clean up Your Online Identity'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-1113561923846343169</id><published>2009-01-03T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:09:48.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recruiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>A Near Miss</title><content type='html'>It's just a little over a month ago that I was two days away from what could have been a life-changing or some might even say,  a near-death experience.  Here's the full story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.willamette.edu/agsm/email/atkinsonews/2008/december/aimee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.willamette.edu/agsm/email/atkinsonews/2008/december/aimee2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;International recruiting and adventure often go hand in  hand. But on a recent recruiting trip to&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/aakimoff/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/aakimoff/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt; India,  &lt;span class="red"&gt;Aimee Akimoff&lt;/span&gt;, Director of Recruitment for Willamette University's full-time MBA program, found herself in a situation she had never anticipated.                          &lt;p&gt;As her flight touched down in Delhi on Nov. 27, the crowded financial district of Mumbai was under siege by armed terrorists.  &lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;"I first heard of the events through a friend back in Oregon who text-messaged me asking if I was okay," Aimee said. "I didn't understand the severity of the situation until I turned on the news and saw the Taj Hotel in Mumbai under siege." &lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;The historic and beautiful Taj Hotel is frequented by many of Mumbai's business elite, and it's often where Aimee represents the Willamette MBA program to meet prospective students. She was booked to stay at the hotel just two days after the terror attacks began to attend the World MBA Tour, which was scheduled to be held at the Taj Hotel. &lt;/p&gt;                                                  &lt;p&gt;                           On a similar recruiting trip in 2007, Aimee met current  Willamette MBA student &lt;span class="red"&gt;Robin Singhvi&lt;/span&gt; in the lobby of the Taj Hotel, as well as  several Atkinson alumni who are now Mumbai residents.                          &lt;/p&gt;                                                &lt;p&gt;Currently students from 18 different countries study in Willamette University's MBA program, and though the World MBA Fairs were postponed in India due to the terrorist attacks, Aimee is considering future recruiting efforts domestically and abroad. &lt;/p&gt;                                                  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="red"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.willamette.edu/agsm/email/atkinsonews/2008/december/aimee3.jpg" alt="Aimee Akimoff" style="margin: 3px 9px 3px 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The tragic events in Mumbai will not prevent the Willamette MBA from recruiting top students – from India and from around the world," said Aimee (pictured on right).  "We will continue to reach out to students in person and via electronic communications to discuss the positive impact the Willamette MBA program can have on their future." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-1113561923846343169?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/1113561923846343169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/near-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/1113561923846343169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/1113561923846343169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/near-miss.html' title='A Near Miss'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207181479159753733.post-2678307384281880764</id><published>2009-01-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:26:38.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recruiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SV1vj3FB4aI/AAAAAAAAABA/LZ3PLlrqVoI/s1600-h/n27502563_31053527_7862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SV1vj3FB4aI/AAAAAAAAABA/LZ3PLlrqVoI/s320/n27502563_31053527_7862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286504199473979810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is less than ordinary. In fact, there is very little that is ordinary about my life. At times, it makes for some challenges, but I would not have it any other way. Throughout this blog, I hope to share some stories from my travels as a recruiter for an MBA program and a few tidbits from my past, which never seemed to lack in excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207181479159753733-2678307384281880764?l=aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2678307384281880764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/2678307384281880764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207181479159753733/posts/default/2678307384281880764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeakimoff.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823954185011896776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/TLd4aRtx2nI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZ5Wi4EEmUI/S220/DSCN2309.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DXMPODIrurg/SV1vj3FB4aI/AAAAAAAAABA/LZ3PLlrqVoI/s72-c/n27502563_31053527_7862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
