holiday cheer, or something.
December 29, 2008
Upon venturing outside to visit the library in hopes that the computer had magically self-healed, I walked past a group of men, (30’s ish)…being too spineless to actually stand out, the men huddled closer, while each one took turns yelling “how much?!” at me.
Tis sad that some Americans I know are just as pathetic as those men.
In contrast, L and I went in search of an internet card at the bazaar. The guy who owned the shop gave me a free 20 hour card because: ‘Oh, you are a teacher at school#1, thank you. I know you. Happy New Year! May Allah bless you!’
So that is what I love and hate about being here. That everything is constantly different and in the course of a day, things can be amazingly good and then frustratingly awful. The extremes are constant, and sometimes, I almost wish I could turn off everything and myself…but then on second thought, it seems that the vast contrasts found in experiences, people, things, times, moments, and places is what makes this whole thing worth while…and one hell of a story.
2008 was a good year.
(Last few posts have been more personal than usual, have not yet identified why I have the urge to mass vent [always a bit messy] never fear, raging sarcasm, bad photos, and international delinquency are on tap along with a ‘years best’ post)
Merry Christmas!
December 22, 2008
My wonderful adopted AZ family purchased a small Christmas Tree for me.
(meh i know its blurry)
And, yes, I did cry when they surprised me with it. Kindness from people, in any form, has a tendency to produced that reaction. The reason for the gift was ‘You are too sad Colleen, this will make you happy and then you can celebrate your American holiday and you wont miss your family so much.’
J and I just spent the evening making glittery paper snowflakes, drinking hot chocolate and listening to Brian Setzer Big Band swing music. J misses the non-commercial American Christmas almost as much as I do. We have been singing Christmas carols to each other; however, of course we can’t remember the proper words, so it mostly ends up being very loud, very off key, but very enthusiastic humming. This makes us both quite happy.
Ninja The Kitten. It took a few weeks for me to realize, but Ninja cannot meow, the closest thing is a smokers raspy rattle that he spits out when hungry,pissed or needing attention. This was made clear when I accidentally stepped on him…
I had been unsure about what to do for Christmas, (didn’t want to be alone, sick ness, too much work, lack of money, etc) but recently, when my stress tured into a foul mood and broke forth in cussing, (at everything/anything within eye site/reach- similar to last year, a habit which unfortunately, I’m neither proud of nor in any hurry to fix) it became apparent that a small break was necessary and a good life choice.
So tomorrow I’m off to a southern-ish region to be with a small group of quality friends, drink mulled wine, eat vegan food, take a breath and rest…the idea and hope of sleep is delightful.
(This was sent in an email I received earlier today from KP. The back story is best saved for one of those sharing moments we [anyone reading and I] are likely to never have, therefore, simply read, enjoy and never forget):
“ps- Jesus loves you.”
the work
December 18, 2008
I’ve been running around all crazy trying to tie up/sort out details for the youth photo exhibit in January. (I can’t remember being this stressed out over something I enjoyed, other than the time I had to present 10 of my paintings and defend their creation to one Mr. Morgan of the UMN Art Department)
Anyway, things seem to flying in different directions, the venue has changed only 3 times in the last few weeks, several of the youth have gone MIA (possibly due to the cold, its probably below zero), refreshments has been scrapped then added in only a dozen times (they were finally scrapped today, for good), the date has jumped around due to an important dead person having a birthday,(right now the dates are mostly set as Jan 8-10) and uncertainty reigns about exactly how long it will take the printer to make, well, prints of our photo files. Add all of that on top of the impending holidays and things are a bit strained. However, lest it seem like I’m whining, I’m actually enjoying everything, if the exhibit flies, it will literally be the fruit/result of 3 years of combined work from not only Nate, Mike, and me but over 40 youth from Ming and ISM. The photos are nothing short of stunning and the kiddos really deserve this chance to show what they’ve done. This weekend Nate Dangerous (a nickname bestowed by me from our first trip to Baku) is in town to help sort photos, meet with the youth to design announcements/invitations and sift through several dozen essays to choose a few (they will accompany the photos) that address the theme of the exhibit, ‘Is it good or bad to be different from others?’ (The photography project was designed to encourage and teach the youth how to use photography as a way to show not only their own thoughts but also as a means/way to address social issues.) Once the announcements are made, I’ll post one with several of the student photos as well as a few snaps from the event.
Busy is very, very, good, I’ve had little energy to remember that I’m pathetically lonely, miss my family a lot, am stressing about post PC job/wander and find winter to be dreadful without snowboarding. This busyness induced semi-apathy has also prevented me from flying into a blinding rage with the new game the delinquent boys have made up. Its called ‘Sand outside the Ingliss Guz’s Window in 2 Feet of Snow at all Odd Hours and Yell Loudly in Hopes that She will come out and Decide to be your Girlfriend’.
I refuse to tell them to stop, I hope they get frostbite.
2SnapShots
December 13, 2008
My students informed me about him and we’ve been on the lookout for 3 months. And there he is, hiding inthe HA park.
Last October, we went with the couch surfers to this lovely spot, its just outside Ismaillli, you can see for miles and there is a huge old tree, perfect for shading picnics.
Exactly…
December 11, 2008
…9 months to Close of Service
Not that I’m counting down or anything.
First snow falling right now.
Seems like not enough time to do everything, to make real friendships, to reach a place where I can leave with the knowledge that I did something positive.
It suddenly really hit me. When done here, I’ll have the ability, freedom, opportunity to go anywhere, and do basically whatever I want. It is astoundingly, mind numbingly selfish. Lacking a house, car, kid, significant other person, I could close my eyes, spin a globe, drop my finger and then GO…