Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Mail Again
If you are sending me letters from the US...please write TURKMENISTAN as the last letter of the address. The little computers that control us all don't seem to realize that the rest of the world has different addressing policy. For example, in Turkmenistan, the country destination goes on the top where the name of the addressee goes in America.
PST Wrap Up
Three Months In and Here are the Numbers:
Katheryne is an intermediate-mid level Turkmen speaker which means that I babble nonsensically in almost complete sentences about some topics and stare blankly a lot of the time.
Katheryne has seen the following livestock slaughtered:
2 Cows
2 Goats
2 Ducks (one of which she de-feathered…not as hard as one would think)
and she waits with restless anticipation for the death of that goose.
Katheryne Has Developed the following phobias
Geese because they are shockingly territorial and their “territory” happens to be the path going to the outhouse. They hiss, flap their wings, and could probably do serious damage with their evil, capitalist beaks. I take great pleasure in the fact that they are kept for food because some day they will die and probably make a delicious soup.
Handshakes from small children because quite frankly I have heard some horror stories about giardia and other gastric calamities and hope to avoid them. You never know where small children’s hands have been.
Three-in-ones because it is most definitely not coffee and I die a little inside every time I drink one.
Miscellaneious animal fat served all by itself, which is I think I relatively valid fear. So far I have eaten and not enjoyed the following:
a. Camel hump fat with bits of minced meat and parsley. In the words of Turkmen…Tagamly dal.
b. Sheep fat soup which is pretty much sheep fat and water, also salt, you know for flavor, also tagamly dal
c. Fried goat fat: it might just be me, but it seems that deep frying cubes of fat is unnecessary and also tagamly dal
My pec: A pec is a natural gas stove that generates as much heat as it probably does carbon emissions. I’d be sorrier about the enviroment if it didn’t keep me toasty and warm at night. The other thing about peces is that they are the most frightening jerry rigged devices that can be found. If I die in Turkmenistan, it will probably be because my pec killed me.
Katheryne is an intermediate-mid level Turkmen speaker which means that I babble nonsensically in almost complete sentences about some topics and stare blankly a lot of the time.
Katheryne has seen the following livestock slaughtered:
2 Cows
2 Goats
2 Ducks (one of which she de-feathered…not as hard as one would think)
and she waits with restless anticipation for the death of that goose.
Katheryne Has Developed the following phobias
Geese because they are shockingly territorial and their “territory” happens to be the path going to the outhouse. They hiss, flap their wings, and could probably do serious damage with their evil, capitalist beaks. I take great pleasure in the fact that they are kept for food because some day they will die and probably make a delicious soup.
Handshakes from small children because quite frankly I have heard some horror stories about giardia and other gastric calamities and hope to avoid them. You never know where small children’s hands have been.
Three-in-ones because it is most definitely not coffee and I die a little inside every time I drink one.
Miscellaneious animal fat served all by itself, which is I think I relatively valid fear. So far I have eaten and not enjoyed the following:
a. Camel hump fat with bits of minced meat and parsley. In the words of Turkmen…Tagamly dal.
b. Sheep fat soup which is pretty much sheep fat and water, also salt, you know for flavor, also tagamly dal
c. Fried goat fat: it might just be me, but it seems that deep frying cubes of fat is unnecessary and also tagamly dal
My pec: A pec is a natural gas stove that generates as much heat as it probably does carbon emissions. I’d be sorrier about the enviroment if it didn’t keep me toasty and warm at night. The other thing about peces is that they are the most frightening jerry rigged devices that can be found. If I die in Turkmenistan, it will probably be because my pec killed me.
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