You've heard of Typhoid Mary, Here's Dengue Tom and his pal, Road-rash Caroline.
Monday, November 28, 2005
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
Thanksgiving...of sorts
I did manage to knock a couple of things off my list of things to do this weekend. I got Kenney set up with business cards. He’s a translator, driver and tour guide and I highly recommend him should you decide to come to Sri Lanka for a holiday. I also wrote and had witnessed a letter to the Australian High Commission urging them in my own inimitable style, to give my friend Kenney a visa, you knuckleheads. It was actually a bit more polite than that… I also had some generic business cards made up for the volunteers to use when dealing with vendors. As with many Asian countries, the exchange of business cards here borders on the ritualistic. I’ve spent the last several months feigning patting myself down and muttering, “Sorry I seem to be out of cards at the moment…” This is always followed by hastily scribbling my name and cell number on an errant scrap of paper or cocktail napkin. As you might imagine, this part of the ritual does nothing to instill confidence in my new business partner. I also roped my friend Jules into helping me dress up the CafĂ© Press site since it’s deadly boring the way it is currently. Jules knows HTML and is generously donating her practical skills and artistic vision to this project. If you go there right now to purchase items either for yourself or as Christmas gifts, I will NOT consider it an endorsement for the site the way it appears now…it will soon be better…I promise. Go pick up a tote bag for Aunt Mavis; I defy any gift recipient to dislike a gift that helps out a charitable organization. Gift with confidence…be sure to check out the wall calendar, it has beautiful pictures… go on…
http://www.cafepress.com/helpingvi
The first thing I need to do this morning is get a do-it list together for my remaining few weeks here. Max left last week and unpleasantly discovered that a large gift she had intended to ship home, would not be accepted by the U.S.P.O. Apparently, Sri Lanka is on some list somewhere that indicates parcels from here will not be allowed into the U.S.
Just what am I supposed to do with all this stuff? Nephews and nieces will be glad to hear that the preliminary plan is to pack all the gifts first, throw a clean pair of underwear in a manila envelope and leave everything else behind.
Monday, November 21, 2005
The Kate Lynch Flora and Fauna Corner
Put de lime in de coconut...drink em bo' together...
Friday, November 18, 2005
But I Just Got My Nails Done...
Rule number one: Always ask the highly trained professionals with the automatic weapons first if it's okay to enter the polling area.
(We were not allowed to take photos. This is from the Assosciated Press)
All in all, it was a lot like an election in America…but without Florida. The polls were only open from 7:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m. Apparently violence has marred so many of the elections here that the goal is to finish up and scamper home as soon as possible and definitely before dark. One other interesting difference is the permanent marker used to color the tip and nail of the left pinky finger. It keeps anyone that might be inclined, from voting more than once. They also have separate lines for men and women. I honestly don’t know why, women have had the vote here since 1931. They also indicate in the rather confusing instructions to the voters, that they can mark a first, second and third choice on their ballot. No one I spoke to seems to know why…I posited that perhaps it was like Miss America, “If, for any reason, our newly crowned Miss America is unable to fulfill her duties, the title will fall to the first runner up…” Maybe? These and other questions I hope to have answered by my continued close scrutiny of the local news.
The quote of the day is shared by me and Brigid. We were in the van on the way to our first polling place and she was reviewing the question checklist with me since it was all in Sinhalese. She got about halfway down the list and read the following: “Has anyone been killed during the polling? That…..that….that…uh…” At which point I interjected, “That would be bad.” “Um, yes.” Kristina started to crack up, but managed to stop herself and disguise it with a cough.
So far, it looks like it has gone without incident, but we have been instructed to lie low the next day as well since there may be unhappy citizens about when the results are announced.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Emma and Maxine in the Deep End...
We are always trying to think of ways to make money for our projects. Greeting cards is a pre-existing idea that got shelved a while ago, but we’re taking it out of mothballs one more time. Em and Max picked up some elephant dung paper (yep, you read that right) and cut it up to see if we could get the kids at the camps, Molpe temple and the orphanage to make some note cards. After diligent P&L research, we’ll bundle them all off to our former volunteers to sell to friends and family. Then we’ll branch off into placemats, bookmarks, stickers, collages and calendars until the Montessori is funded for 100 years; all the orphans find families and no one lives in a refugee camp anymore. What can I tell you, I’m having a “glass half full” kind of day.
Em and Max did some shopping for paper and comprehensive rifling through the art supplies we already had on hand. When they came up with the paint, Lino and I just sort of looked at each other and smiled. You see, paint in the hands of over-stimulated children that don’t speak your language and outnumber you 15:1 can be a recipe for disaster. The only way it could've ended worse than it did, is if we had added sugar to the mix somehow. We all live and learn, and I knew that this was something they really did have to experience. I could have tried to convince them not to do it, but that would have conflicted with my current role of "Ms. Positive." I love the fact that they persevered and we have some beautiful paintings to use on our cards. Of course, some of them are stuck together because they didn’t dry properly and many of our young friends like to emulate the style of Paul Klee, but they really are terrific. We started out with a wonderful project designed and prepared by our former volunteer Deana Hmoud. She had the idea to cut out 5x5 inch pieces of paper and having each child draw something to be part of a taped together “quilt”. They loved it and I loved it mostly because it involved crayons only!
Standby for originally created cards made out of elephant dung paper. Meanwhile, I have opened an online store where purchases can be made that will support our work here: http://www.cafepress.com/helpingvi
As will be immediately obvious, I am NOT a graphic designer. The commission on the items will be paid directly into our discretionary account for our ongoing projects. Wear the logo, and if anyone asks you about Volunteer International, give them my email address or the URL of the blog. Why not do all your Christmas shopping here? Stay home in your jammies and avoid the malls totally! Fair warning to my friends not in the US, the postage can be onerous, so you’d best order a lot of stuff to make it worthwhile.
As usual, anything you can do to help is deeply appreciated!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
If Elected, I Will Not Serve...
Snatch the ballot from my hoof, Grasshopper...
I’m planning to work as a poll monitor on Election Day. It should be interesting. Apparently visible white/western faces help keep various seditious groups away from their usual intimidation at the polls. We’ll see. So far the run-up to the election has been relatively uneventful. It does depend upon which news source you access. Very often, I’ll be reading the paper and come across something that I believe to be patently untrue. I usually turn to Lino and ask, “Is this the pro UNP newspaper or the SLFP rag? Who are the Buddhist monks siding with again?” It’s very confusing but no less entertaining than any of our recent elections in the US. I have suggested to anyone that will listen that they should allow the state of Florida to vote simply to enhance the amusement value. I think it’s a great idea, since you can never have too many scapegoats. So far there aren’t any takers.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
My own pups are IDDs!
When he was a little pup, he liked to sit on top of my head to watch the nightly news. I can’t remember why I ever thought this was a good idea. Regrettably, my head did not keep pace with his inevitable growth. Undeterred, he continued to try to sit on my head at every opportunity; always resulting in uncontrollable laughter from my brother Doug.
Harvey really is very patient with Beau and is an excellent big beagle brother. I’m sure Jennifer’s dogs; Hannah and Syd; are very anxious for them to come home so they can have their person all to themselves again. It’s the people in my life like Jennifer that helped me to know for certain that this was the right thing for me to do at the right time. If she had been unable to take in my boys, I don’t know who would have stepped up to care for them. If I hadn’t felt secure that they are safe and sound, I wouldn’t have been able to pick up and go as I did. Jen, you are a true friend and I owe you BIG TIME. Love to you all, have a rawhide on me.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Happy Birthday John-Boy!
Here is my nephew, John, in Uncle Rich and Aunt Kates' basement doing the color for a heated air hockey match. He's about to get bunny ears courtesy of his cousin Erik. If you see him, wish him a happy birthday. The irony of this little devil being born on All Saint's Day has not gone unnoticed. I'm saving some special birthday noogies for you, so stand by in December...you'll get them when you least expect it. I love you Jonathan, many happy returns of the day! Aunt Sue
Native English speakers have no right to complain...
When I’m listening to my friends Janaka, Roy or Christina struggle with their English pronunciation, I’m always reminded of the David Sedaris essay: Me talk pretty one day.
(Ooooooh, the grammar checker didn’t like that one bit!) He is a brilliant comedic writer and his books are laugh out loud funny.
Seriously, how the hell did I ever learn English? It’s a wacky language. At least in Sinhala, the letters correspond directly to sounds. Once you know your letters, you can speak it. (Bearing firmly in mind that unless you learn the meaning of the words, you could still have no idea what you’re saying) There’s this really strange thing happening to me, I’m starting to understand spoken Sinhalese. Lately, when Lino and Janaka are yukking it up in Sinhalese, I laugh in all the right places. I actually understand what they are talking about sometimes with absolutely no contextual reference. I mentioned this to Dani, and she reminded me of the conversations she has been having with her aunts’ maid, Chandra. When they speak, Chandra carries on in Sinhalese and Dani speaks in English, and they seem to understand each other perfectly. Odd that.
Due to years of French classes in pursuit of my B.A., I have a ton of latent French lurking just beneath the surface as well. (Merci, Mme. Siegel) When I’m flustered, my instructions to a tuk-tuk driver can be a bit…um…idiomatic. Instead of saying: “turn right here.” or “la droite de turn ici” or “dhah-ku-nah-tah har-ren-nah” sometimes it comes out as “ turn dhah-ku-nah-tah ici”. Since I barely comprehend it myself, this absolutely guarantees that no one else will understand a thing I say. What they do understand is that they need to get rid of the insanely laughing white woman asap.
I have a very unflattering picture of me, (I am not sharing) in obvious distress, caught red-handed trying to explain the vagaries and vicissitudes of the English language to a 16 year old. ( this thanks to a Japanese relief worker that took the picture and wasted a ton of bandwidth to send it to me...) I always start by complimenting them on the insightful nature of their original question, at which point I ask them to repeat it. This usually gives me time to ramble through my mental rolodex of grammar rules. More often than not, I can actually come up with a better answer than, “Blame the British…there’s one now…”
“Okay kids, always remember, ‘I before E except after C…uh, forget that with neighbor and weigh’; ‘the principal is your –pal-’; never end a sentence with a preposition and don’t split your infinitives, it’s rude.” Reviewing vocabulary words is always a convenient fall back position:
Comb…Tomb…D’oh!