i'm not so good at this blogging dealie but intend to give it a try. i'm pretty sure i'm not really one of those people who are consistent or eloquent enough to "blog" (it's a verb and a noun, right?) in such a way that people want to read but i do like to read what other people write and figure this will be a good way to keep in touch with people collectively. by the way, angela workoff, i kind of fell in love with your brain a little for what you wrote about the Northeast. as a kid who bounced all over the place before landing here, i couldn't agree more, and the wording makes my heart hurt, kinda. SO good! Also! Thanks Courtney for starting themidatlantic. and getting it going. I love your updates and as always, love you x1,000 for being my brilliant/hilarious/amazing wifey. I'm so excited.
In regards to all this nomad business, i'd like to think of myself as such but mostly just wish i were a lot more nomadic than i am at the moment, and will probably be depending on you kids to provide me with a lot of sexy travelling stories for me to live vicariously through for some time.
I've actually settled into a routine for the next month or two that might get kind of monotonous from day to day but that I'm actually kind of enjoying. I'm getting better at paying attention to details and being happy about simple things. So, I'm pretty sure I've made the point that my updates are pretty mundane but I'll try to keep 'em coming. Here are 3 things I can tell you so far:
1) The sound of TV in Arabic has gotten so familiar it's comforting to me. My boss watches it 24/7 and I've only learned words pertaining to food (ooh, for example! "warak aresh" means "grape leaves with meat," "kyar bil-labin" means "cucumbers in yogurt" and "chubbus" means "[flat] bread." yea, me!), but my morning now starts with a cup of rakwi and chopping vegetables/bread/lemons to the sound of cartoons in a language I don't understand. It's weird, I guess. I like it.
2) Come to think of it, I spend about 50% of my day not knowing what's being said around me. Between Arabic and Russian (4 out of my 10 co-workers are from Eastern Europe) i can honestly say that I don't have a clue what's going on for most of the time while I'm at work. No fucking clue. It's great.
3) I'm intrigued/a little alarmed to realize how much servers can learn about people between snippets of overheard conversations and things they leave around restaurants (fliers, receipts, random unwanted objects, etc.) I mean, it's not like i could take over somebody's identity at this point but I have all these imagined stories about the people that come in all the time. I have theories on people's deep secrets, why the mean people are mean, etc. This is alarming because I can only imagine if there's someone like me (really nosy with a hyperactive imagination) working at GFR and what kind of shit they could tell me about myself if i asked them. (I don't think I would want to know.)
4) I'm starting some baby pea plants for the spring and re-remembering how much I loved growing plants pre-70 main. It sounds dumb but it's really exciting to me. I can't wait till they're huge and I'm harvesting peas out of my backyard. Rock.
Anyway I'm running out of time for now but that's my first post for ya. love it or hate it, i'm now officially a member of TheMidatlantic. The End.
2 comments:
there's constant arabic tv at my job, too! in fact, i am listening to it right now. i haven't picked up on any fun words other than the few i can distinguish from having arabic relatives, but i do love the way my bosses say each other's names. it's a good thing i figured out a long time ago that i am bad at impressions and shouldn't attempt them, otherwise i'd be copping the accent and saying names to myself whilst bored at home.
And unrelated to Arabia, Lindsay Doyle I think we should make Punnett's Squares with your pea plants. It may prove to be a worthy experiment.
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