I'm in one of those phases where I feel like I have tons of stuff to write about, but really, nothing significant is going on. Do you want to hear about the essay I am writing about my nephew for Kyrgyz class? Eventually it will be turned into an oral presentation with pictures and stuff. Or there were the bureaucratic decisions my RA and I made about how payment and overnight trips and stuff are going to work. Or the bus trips we may take to local clinics next week. Or how I tried to call the Osh branch of the FGPA and got a very confused man at the oblast hospital and need to figure that out.
Or there's trying to figure out when to meet up with my very awesome friend who has the least awesome work schedule I've ever heard of. Or how a friend came by to drop off a bag of stuff that another friend left for me and he has been stuck with for weeks because I lost my phone, and then we watched Flight of the Conchords and he claimed Australian women are actually kind of like that (he's Australian).
Or I could write about how I have double Kyrgyz tomorrow, and it's late, so the plan is to catch 4-5 hours of sleep, go to class, try not to fail my quiz, and then not meet my RA at the library, which we are instead doing on Tuesday, which means lazy Friday afternoon nap on a gray and rainy day for me, which is quite the treat.
Or I could talk about all the stuff I've been reading lately, including the just completed PP&Z, but also the really well done ethnography of Death Without Weeping and the interesting style of "In Cold Blood" and how early EM Forster "Where Angels Fear to Tread" made me laugh and laugh. This same package included "The Reader" and a book about atheism in the FSU, so I have plenty of reviews I could write, but don't, because I think that will bore you.
Or I could write about the crazy dreams and hallucinations I had when I was sick, but they were just freaky, plus other peoples' dreams are by definition boring.
So what is it to be people? So many possibilities, so few possibilities of interest. Pick a topic and I'll write about it. Or maybe I'll go silent for a few weeks and make you all guess about the crazy antics I'm up to in my crazy life in crazy Kyrgyzstan.
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Your nephew? Is it my boy? If so, can you translate so I can read it? And will you need photos?
Love you.
And, if it is my boy, I have some new stories you can tell. Like how he acts out parts of Tolkien stories using his Fred and Shaggy dolls.
Why yes, it is your boy. And I will not only translate, I will write it out phonetically in Kyrgyz so you can read the original (it's a different alphabet). Photos would be a huge help, as there will eventually be a presentation. All family members will be included in the presentation, titled "My Beloved Nephew" in which I recite such biographical details as his name, age, occupation, family, personality, and favorite things. Sadly, I'm not sure if I'm up to explaining who Fred and Shaggy are in Kyrgyz, because that would totally make the essay.
Ooh, and tell him, please, that if he would like to do some live action Tolkien play acting, I am available this winter and do pretty good orcs and elves. I could probably swing a Gollum, too, but hobbits are probably too good natured for my limited acting talents.
I need to know how your presentation went. Your public demands it.
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