12 December, 2012

Da Twelve Weeks Caribe - III



This is the final installment of my composition "Da Twelve Weeks Caribe".

"In da ninth week Caribe, da island it give me...
...nine vessels harboring.

In da tenth week Caribe, da island it give me...
...ten kids performing

In da 11th week Caribe, da island it give me...
...11 mangoes ripening.

In da 12th week Caribe, da island it give me...
...12 riders waiting.

14 November, 2012

Wot da island it give me - II


This is the continuation of my composition "Da Twelve Weeks Caribe".

"In da fifth week Caribe, da island it give me...
... five teens in the park.

In da sixth week Caribe, da island it give me...
... a six-legged black crab (anatomically incorrect).

In da seventh week Caribe, da island it give me...
... da sea of seven colors.

In da eighth week Caribe, da island it give me...
... an eight-pointed fruit star.


To be continued! / No te muevas! 

07 November, 2012

Dear President Obama

In an English classroom at a Colombian school... 

Teacher: "I am going to say a word and you say its opposite." 
Class: "OK."

Teacher: "Push."
Student: "Obama."

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Dear President Obama, I challenge you to prove this student right. With the pressure of reelection behind you, can you help restore the international community's faith in you? Can you appear in the dreams of Germans like you did four years ago?

When the relief subsides that we averted the danger of being represented by a white collar criminal in the wake of the financial crisis, (or, worse, living in Virgil Goode's Muslim-, feminism- and gun control-free country), will you recall the promises for which they awarded you a Nobel Prize

That will mean facing hard questions. 

Why are we still more concerned with fighting "terrorists" than protecting biodiversity in, for example, Colombia? (According to the Convention on Biological Diversity, Colombia is one of the world’s “megadiverse” countries, hosting close to 14% of the planet’s biodiversity, but still the popular association with Colombia is drugs.) Why can't we join Germany in conceding that there is nothing green about nuclear energy and becoming a global leader in renewables? When are you going to stop using drones and mercenaries? Sign the International Treaty to Ban Land Mines? Start cranking on Climate Change? 

I don't mean to detract from your accomplishments. Hooray for steps toward universal health care! I also don't mean to give the impression that politics is for politicians and the rest of us should root for our favorite team and hope for the best. But neither should we underestimate the power of a figurehead to set agendas, thereby shaping discourse and reality. For better or for worse, the President of the United States has the special privilege and responsibility of being on the world stage. Here's a plea to keep one ear open to your constituents abroad.

05 November, 2012

Happy Birthday, Dad

This post is in honor of the first birthday of my Dad's retirement (which last I knew meant working three jobs instead of one). 

It is a demonstration of how the "Happy Birthday" song makes its way around the world. 

A Colombian take: 

Que los cumpla feliz,
que los vuelva a cumplir,
que los siga cumpliendo,
Hasta el año 3000.

May the spirit be gay
This and every birthday
That we hope you will celebrate
until we reach Y3K!

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A German take: 

Häppi Börsdei tuu Juu
Marmelade im Schuh
Aprikose in der Hose
Häppi Börsdei tuu Juu!!!

Happy birthday to you
There is jelly in your shoe
There are peaches in your britches
Happy birthday to you!!!

30 October, 2012

MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm


Finally, by popular demand, a post about food. 

After only three days here we had already met Miss Loria, or Lori, the unofficial cook for the students and faculty of the Universidad Nacional branch in San Andrés. For 5,000 pesos (cheaper than the Eintopf at the Mensa, cheaper than a Kid's Meal at McDonald's*) she serves up a hearty and delicious meal. When I tasted her coconut rice, fish filet and fried plantains with homemade guava juice for the first time I thought, "I will be eating at Lori's every day." 

But, alas, I love to cook. It absorbs a lot of brain power and a lot of pesos, but I can't stay away from the kitchen. I have only been back to Lori's a half a dozen times.

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My philosophy here is vegan + omnivore = vegetarian! 

Warm white corn tortilla with avocado, cucumber, kidney beans
and mango - vegan delight.

Just kidding. It is true, however, that I am hardly consuming milk or cheese or yogurt. It all seems too heavy for 80-90 % humidity, and dairy products here are often loaded/"fortified" with sugar and vitamins. Instead I have been eating chicken (main source of protein here, despite the sea) if other people offer it. And who could resist empenadas de cangrejo (crab)? 

But what I like best of all is still a veggie burger with peanut sauce from my own kitchen. And pure beans. I eat about a pound of dried beans per week. Linda, my host mother/landlady, has a 20 lb pressure cooker from Japan named Happiness (no joke), which I think could provide shelter in the event of a hurricane. 

Exciting vegetables are rare. Only cabbage, pumpkin and carrots can be found easily (along with potato, yucca, yam and co., which I don't consider exiting**). Broccoli and spinach and basically anything green play very hard to get. 

But the lack of vegetables is compensated for by papaya, yellow pitahaya or dragonfruit, passion fruit (two kinds: granadilla and maracuja), mango, avocado, Colombia's national fruit lulo and of course various sizes of banana. And coconut, how could I forget coconut milk, water, flesh and oil. (Anyone who squanders coconut oil on tanning should be sentenced to years of cracking open, de-hairing and grating coconut.) 

Despite all the culinary delights of the island, I miss apples. I do. I was in the Northern Hemisphere for the beginning of apple season, but I didn't get my fill. So, if you can, go eat a Boscoop, Elstar or Albemarle Pippin and think of me! 

* This is one of the rare places on the planet that is still at least 200 km from the nearest McDonald's. Ojalá it stays that way. 
** I have happened upon one new exciting vegetable, arracacha, a cross between a carrot and a Jerusalem artichoke.

29 October, 2012

Wot da island it give me

In the US, after this week's trick'r treaters disperse, we all know what will follow: the inauguration of the Christmas season. 

In honor of the occasion I have begun composing in poor San Andrés creole to the tune of "The Twelve Days of Christmas". My song is entitled "Da Twelve Weeks Caribe". (Caribe is Spanish for Caribbean.)

It goes like this: "In da first week Caribe, da island it give me...
... a Biosphere Reserve.

In da second week Caribe, da island it give me...
... two skinny trees.

In da third week Caribe, da island it give me...
... three li'l shops.

In da fourth week Caribe, da island it give me...
... four piknini playing."

To be continued! / No te muevas! 

28 October, 2012

Who's got the last laugh?


In Colombia I am rediscovering the joy of the early stages of learning to speak a new tongue: many opportunities for a good laugh.  

The lowest hanging fruit is foreign words that sound like things a potty mouth would say.

Kaffeefahrt
One of Mark Twain's favorite German words was , meaning  "ate" in German, but in English where the eats come out. (The ß is a not a B, but a double s.) I always liked Kaffeefahrt. The Animaniacs wrote a whole song about Lake Titicaca.

The Colombians have a joke, "How do you say pañuelo (tisse) in Japanese?" The answer is "saque mocito."  
Sacar is the Spanish word for remove, and saque - pronounced like the Japanese alcoholic beverage sake - is a form of the imperative. The rest is what you remove with a pañuelo.

I appreciate the humor of pretending to speak Japanese by saying "sake", but I also appreciate that it's funnier (in the pitiful sense) for a Japanese person that "sake" is about the only thing I understand.

The German expression "Ich verstehe nur Bahnhof" ("All I understand is 'train station'") expresses being overwhelmed upon immersion in a new linguistic world. It is a healthy form of self-deprecation that keeps laughing at others in perspective.

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Indeed, learning a language gives you plenty of opportunities to laugh at yourself. 

In German the word for shooting star (Sternschnuppe) is easily confused with star dandruff (Sternschuppen). In Spanish, "Quieres una galleta?" (Would you like a cookie?) sounds a lot like "Quieres una gallina?" (Would you like a chicken?). I have made both these mistakes, as well as realized too late that it is avena (oats) I like to eat, not arena (sand).

Wanna cookie? (These chicks are neighbors.)

Accents can cause amusing confusion, too. My French colleague often says that he is angry when he wants to go for lunch. Could be that he is sick of his databases and ready for a break, but I think he means "hungry". Childish (in the vein of Lake Titicaca) but entertaining is also asking a native Spanish speaker what s/he puts on his/her bed to cover the mattress (did s/he say sh*t?). 

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Whether it is because the sounds of a foreign language remind us of words we know, or because foreign speakers confuse deceivingly similar words, interacting across linguistic boundaries provides plenty of entertainment. 

And everyone has a turn to laugh.