Month: October 2007
I should start teaching soon, so that should take up the slack in my money supply. At this point, I will come back after Christmas for at least a couple more months. If I’m getting what I hope I can get from the school, I’ll do another year here. I should find out soon enough…
Bank issues
Classes start tomorrow
The newspapers in this part of the world tend to be written in a more literary style than the US. I’ve been told that this is because when they were released from colonial rule, they didn’t have any newspaper tradition at all. The governments went to the only writers that they had access to, men studying Arabic and Arabic literature. The press here is frequently criticized for being too editorializing and not facts based enough. I’m betting that their headline writing is a symptom of this.
I’m hoping that in the next part of my class, we’ll concentrate more on the papers and perhaps doing some more word drills. I’d like to have some text in front of me and be forced to identify the subject, object, predicate (which doesn’t necessarily involve verbs), masdars (gerunds to us English speakers), participles, etc. It’ll be about as thrilling as it sounds, but it will help me considerably. The dictionaries for Arabic frequently only list the roots of words, so if I’m looking for a participle, gerund, plural, or any other number of variations, I could very well be out of luck unless I can spot the root. If I come across a word I don’t know (which is very frequently in the papers), I usually need to know what part of speech it is in order to look it up.
I consider this progress. At least now I know what I need to know in order to learn more… I’m also hoping that studying will be more interesting if it’s primarily reading. We’ll see how it goes…
Sounds like a good program…
Hello. Thank you again for giving us coverage on the Milton Friedman biography which aired on PBS in January. We alerted you earlier in the year to our new program
We just got in a new housemate from Italy. We talked with him for a bit last night and got some basic info about the whys wheres and hows of him being here. Turns out that he’s a programmer and his employer wants someone that can communicate in Arabic and/or read instructions in Arabic so that they can branch out into this world. So what did they do? They sent him here for 3 weeks. He doesn’t know a lick of Arabic and he will be here for three weeks to learn what his boss wants. He’ll be taking 6 hours of class a day, but even with that, there’s no way in hell anyone could be useful in this language in three weeks. With 6 hours a day, the chances of him remembering a majority of what they go over in class is close to zero. I’ve been in this country 8 or 9 months and I’m just now getting confident enough to talk to people regularly. No, I’m not the world’s best language student, but still, this is a tough language, three weeks? Give me a break…
Heart health in Yemen
My uncle just had a heart attack a couple of days ago. He went into the hospital complaining of chest pains and subsequently had the attack while he was there. They took care of him, installed a stent, and it sounds like he’s doing OK. If you’re going to have a heart attack, having it in the hospital is probably the best place to do it…
I started thinking about what would have happened here. People tend to avoid the hospitals here, and for good reason. I have yet to hear of a good report of any hospital here, and the amount of questionable medicine practiced here is unbelievable. If someone felt chest pains, they probably wouldn’t go to the hospital. If they had a heart attack, they would just have to pray that they would survive it. Even if it happened in the hospital, I’m not sure there’s too much that they could do. I’m pretty sure that installing stents and angioplasty are out of the question. My teacher’s uncle was in really bad shape, he needed heart bypass surgery but get this, they don’t do that in Yemen. Bypass surgery is serious stuff, but it is fairly common in the US, it just isn’t done here. They just don’t have the expertise. Luckily for my teacher’s uncle, a team from Europe was here to train people, so they used him as a teaching aid.
We moan and gripe about our healthcare in the US, but the fact is that a homeless man now can receive better care than the president of the United States did in the 1950’s. We’ve come a long way, and Yemen has a long ways to go…
Some people are leaving
One of my housemates left today and I can’t say I’m unhappy about it. He was unusual for a housemate that I didn’t care for in that he didn’t do anything big wrong, but he did every little thing wrong. He didn’t do his dishes, he (and his room) smelled, he constantly interrupted me while we were talking, was always asking to borrow things, and generally got on my nerves. He was from Austria and lectured me several times about the domestic American political situation. If that wasn’t bad enough, he even made me jealous by doing things that I can’t do through his connections at UNDP. Anyway, he’s gone, and after we air the place out a bit I’m sure I’ll get back to normal…
Morris also left yesterday. He’s an odd guy, probably in his mid 60’s and from North Carolina. He’s had an interesting life, including living in various parts of Africa for 13 straight years in the 80’s and 90’s. He is the only person I have ever met that could drop lines into conversations like, “That reminds me of a time when I was working on a railroad in Gabon…” An educated redneck, that’s what he called himself, he’s got degrees from American U. and UVA. While he had many interesting stories to tell, he could be a bit difficult to be with for a while, hard drinking and smoking are two attributes that describe him well. With a few drinks in him, his North Carolina redneck self came out, he dropped N___ bombs without compunction.
We get an odd group here at the school. i guess it’s fair to say that it takes an odd person to come here at all. Even the people I don’t like add a little something to the experience here, I’ll remember all of them.
And just like that, it’s over
I had just started to get into the swing of Ramadan. I got used to the idea of not drinking or eating outside, I even switched my sleep schedule to align with everyone else’s. Usually, things would be pretty loud all night. People were walking and talking up and down the streets and starting around 1:30 AM, the prayers and chants were blasted throughout the old city. The other night, Michael and I were up talking. We chatted past 1, then 2, and around 3AM we realized that it was totally silent, wow, Ramadan was over.
Then started Eid Al-Fitur, a 5 day celebration. The first day was very much like Christmas day back in the states. I felt like it was 9AM on Christmas morning, not a thing was open and there were very few people on the street. Later on in the day, all the kids came out with new toys and new clothes. Many of them had toy guns, which from a distance looked a little too real to me. They were very charming, “shooting” each other and especially the foreigners. Tami got a blast in the face from a water gun… Many of the girls were wandering around in their new dresses and other types of clothes, showing off their purses and other accouterments. There seems to be more open today, I think things are getting back to normal.
Bleah
I’ve got a slight cold, that plus the really dry air here is making it uncomfortable for me at night. Last night I basically didn’t sleep, I was up until 8AM. I’d like to blame it on the noise, but I think it was me… The good news is that I’ll probably crash tonight no matter how much noise there is outside…