And because that last post was so successful...

More!

Including one of me! I have so many of me now, it's....well, it's never happened before. But here's a tip: if you want to be in pictures, don't be the only one with a camera.

This computer is sloooooooooow. Just like the rest of the computers in this country and so I'm going tobounce. Go home, eat lunch, figure out how the heck to cram all these photos onto my maxed-out hard drive. Maybe watch star trek :)

Update coming soon, internet-God willing.

Some superawesome pics that may or may not appear...

This is from July 1st. I don't know why I'm only now getting around to posting it...

Happy first of July!

 

I'm sad that I won't be around for Fourth of July fireworks. But not That Sad because Free Fireworks Every Night here in Amman. But on second thought, That Sad because July 4^th might just be the best holiday in Amreeka.

 

So, today I ate an exquisite falafel sandwich for .25JD. Which is like…well, cheap. Yay! And it's right near campus so guess what I'll be having for lunch the next 5 weeks. Aw. Yeah.

 

In other news, I went downtown tonight and had Chinese food for dinner and ice cream for dessert. I love Chinese Food For Dinner And Ice Cream For Dessert. It's even better than Cheap And Delicious Falafel Sandwich For Lunch. Yes, that good. (Hey, I just discovered I have only 2 USB ports on my laptop. Suckfest!)  Then we went walking around downtown Amman, which is pretty happenin. Also, have you ever lived in a city where you can just wander around downtown and then suddenly be like, oh, what is this? Why, it looks like evidence of a former civilization! Ruins, folks. Right down town, and i don't mean The Ghetto. I mean like bona fide Roman ruins. Just fenced in next to the sidewalk, not unlike an unruly rotreiler. Hard to come by good pictures at night with no tripod, but maybe I'll post some anyway. I'm emailing these posts to my blog so I'm not exactly sure how the whole picture deal works, but I'm crossing my fingers that this will work because Dang these pictures turned out better than I thought. [EDIT: Didn't work. Boo.]

 

This weekend I'm going to Wadi Rum, which is some big desert place. I'm excited for several reasons:

1. I really do like the desert.

 

2. One and a half whole days without getting honked at by passing cars.

 

3. Beautiful Pictures :)

 

And because my dad insists that "several" means "exactly 4" then I guess I'll add this:

 

4. No class Sunday morning. Yesss. I still haven't written about this teacher. I probably won't until I'm out of the country, because publishing less-than-savoury posts about my teacher using computers provided by the institute at which he teaches—well, it's a bit like taking a handgun to my foot, I think.  I'll close with a confession: Right now, nothing sounds better than curling up with a nice paperback edition of Twilight.

 

Oh, how I long for you, Salt Lake City Public Library.

Snapshots From My Life. Sort of.

Hi Folks,

Since I don't have any real pictures to upload----hold on. Since I have pictures to upload but can't because What Is It With The Internet In This Country?? then I'm just going to have to tell you a bit about my life as though these words were snapshots.

 

The other day I was in a taxi and told the driver I was married. Married! Me! It's the weirdest lie I've ever told.

The elevator in my apartment building doesn't have a door inside so you can see all the floors as you pass them. Riding up to my apartment is almost as good as riding the elevator in the public library down from the fifth floor.

My roommate banned me from Television. Sigh. I miss it. I only had it for two days and then one day she came home and was like, It's not just your brain that's rotting.
Then she told me I could only watch it when she's not home, which is like 3 hours every afternoon and I can't even watch it while she's sleeping because like here is the television and here is the door to her bedroom—which she leaves open when she sleeps! No television, no internet—no hot water even! And you should hear how I have to wash my clothes.

We don't have hot water in my house except for the shower. In fact, the one modern piece of technology we own besides satellite television is an instant hot water heater right next to the shower head.

 

Yesterday on my to school, I saw a fat Jordanian walking along the other side of the street and looking straight at me! When he saw me notice him, he winked. I gagged.

 

Everyone thinks I'm German, Russian or French. Only after the third guess does anyone think to say "Amreeka?" I'm not sure what to think of this.

 

Last night I took a taxi to my friends house and the talkative drive told me all about how much he looooves action movies. He owns 400 DVDs and you know what? He doesn't even sleep. He puts in a 12-14 hour day, then goes home and watches the action films. I said, Eh. I'm not much into the action films.

That's because you're a girl, he said.

Actually, I think it's because I like to sleep.

 

I bought myself a copy of The Alchemist for my birthday. Good book.

 

I'm now getting kicked off the computer. Gah.

 

I'll work on a post about Syria. There are a lot of funny stories and snapshots in that one.

 

This weekend I"ll be in Petra. More wonderful pictures you don't get to see. Hooray!

 

 

 

 

 

Cursed Technology...

I have some *sweet* pics from Wadi Rum, but cannot figure out how the heck to connect to it! And all this time I thought my Mac was idiot-proof...

So, not today. But soon.

 

J is for Jordan Irritating

I'm in a remarkably good mood right now, all things considered. I mean, there's this Sally Fields movie on right now and her character was on the phone while her daughter was being murdered. Like, screaming, struggling--the whole bit! But on my lap is a smallish computer which I am using to access facebook and write this entry. So I missed the most horrific part--I think. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't try to gauge the horror factor and should instead just settle on, Who the crap wrote this?

Look, the point is: my apartment doesn't have internet. Like, none. And not anticipating this scenario--ever, not even in my tamest dreams--I didn't bring any good literature with me. Also, completely forgetting how freaking exhausting language training is, I neglected to bring entertaining alternatives because, like, of course I'll be able to spend 12 hours a day studying Arabic!

Chuh.

But I do have TV and I have spent a few to several hours this week getting reacquainted with this piece of technology. I mean, it's been 4 years. I can't just rush back in to this, you know? Right so, last night I sat down to watch So You Think You Can Dance and squealed because Oh My Gosh! SYTYCD! On TV! In MY LIVING ROOM! You're squealing now, too, I know. Well, turns out that MBC is showing LAST season's, which would be major demerits except that I didn't have a TV last summer either so any season's a good season, right? (Wrong. I actually did see season 2, which was the summer of 2006 which just so happens to be the summer I was at BYU doing an intensive Arabic course. ) But then! This couple was about to go out and Samba and the music starts and the camera cuts to some guy sitting in the audience. Wait, what? And then they show the couple twirling, and then another cut to that guy, and then a cut to the sign, and then Cat Deeley walks out and is all , That was awesome!

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Um, I don't know if that's ever happened to you, but it is not awesome.
A few numbers later, Joshua and his partner did a 12-second Rumba. Have you ever heard of a 12-second Rumba? No, you haven't. Because it doesn't exist!
Readers, MBC4 CENSORED SYTYCD!

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TWICE!!

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But wait, there is more.

Tonight, my roommate and I sat down to watch an MTVArabia special about Michael Jackson and they bleeped out words. Words like, "Gay" and "bisexual" and "crotch". And more than once, "sexy".

All I'm saying is, don't get too attached to your oversexed culture. Because one day, you could be watching TV in Jordan. And when that day comes, you're just going to be all alone in a hotel room watching some creepy movie about your murdered daughter. And then you're going to be SO GRATEFUL that those censors did not let those filthy words hum across your tympanic membrane.
So.
Very.
Grateful.

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Off to Wadi Rum in a few hours. Pictures when I return!
(Inshallah)

Last night I made a shocking and horrifying realization: Amiyya and Fusha are two separate languages. And all these years spent carefully memorizing the vocabulary and mastering the grammar of Fusha hasn't gotten me any closer to becoming fluent in the language. Because this Fall, when I commence my study of Amiyya, I'm going to have to start all. over. again.

Before I confuse you too much, let's get this out of the way: 'amiyya' is the colloquial Arabic--or so they told us in school. Actually it's the spoken language, which they also told us in school. But what they didn't tell us was that 'amiyya' is a whole new language. Like there aren't just 'some' differences in grammar and 'some' differences in vocabulary. No, there are a few similarities. And the rest? Entirely different.

Fusha (not foo-sha. Foos-Huh), by the way, is completely ridiculous. Fusha literally means "the most eloquent" and the rules and much of its vocabulary are derived from the Qur'an. But because back 1500 years ago there was no such thing as a satelite, because indeed there was no such concept as a spherical Earth, the guys in charge of making up new words came up with "manufactured moon." If I may just ask, WTF?

The past two days in class we have been going over vocabulary words for all the furniture in the house. We'll be like [word for couch] and he'll be like ah, yes. Also, in Amiyya [word for couch] is [entirely different word for couch]. I have a list of 63 words and 59 of them are completely different words in amiyya. The other four may--probably do--have amiyya equivalents, but I missed them because I didn't write fast enough.

So if any of you are considering studying Arabic, just don't. Just stop now and go back to Spanish.  Because dang, you will never learn Arabic.