Month: April 2006

  • If any country was going to turn me into a whoop a**, this country would’ve done it.  Examples:



    • taxi drivers, upon hearing the price you’re willing to pay, immediately add 100 soum for no reason (that’s only $.10, but still…)

    • a waitress brings you the wrong salad, knowing it’s the wrong one, but doesn’t say anything, thinking we wouldn’t notice

    • a shop sells me almost rotten crab sticks, insisting “no, they’re fresh!  they’re fresh!’

    • you get stories like this about landlords: “Often we were willing to make repairs at our expense to make sure the job was performed timely. The landlord refused to allow this and often took days to fix repairs needed to maintain a quality standard of life. Any problem with the house is automatically considered as caused by you.”

    • a vegetable seller sells you pears (selecting them him/her self) and when you get home and wash them, ants start crawling out of them!

    • after being transported mistakenly to the transit lounge, a man asks me repeatedly “so you are sure you live in Tashkent… you are sure… you live here… in Tashkent, Uzbekistan”

    • I order a cheeseburger, and get a chicken sandwich, but instead of taking it back, I start eating it anyway because I’m hungry and would have to wait another 30 minutes.

    • my friend, who works in an orphanage, told me that a gov’t office would not issue a “certificate” to allow one of the kids to be adopted because he was “not mentally disabled enough“. 

    As most of you can guess, I am nowhere NEAR being whoop a**, except with taxi drivers, occasionally.  But  recently, there was a situation like this:


    One of our guards broke our microwave because he cooked something in there at full power for WAY longer than he should’ve.  And we had to get this microwave fixed at a cost of 60,000 soum (around $48).  As punishment, we docked his pay for the cost of this repair, 30,000 soum at a time.  Pretty harsh, as his monthly salary is only 40,000 soum!  (so imagine, if you’re the average American, having to give up 75% of your monthly salary, twice!)  Anyway, some of our other coworkers, being very compassionate and understanding, asked that we forgive the rest of his debt.  Hmph – dilemma. He DID break it out of his own negligence.  He HAD used the microwave before and he IS known to be a bit… spacy sometimes.  What to do… the REALLY compassionate and understanding thing would’ve been for those coworkers who were speaking on his behalf to help cover some of his debt (see the analogy here?) but they didn’t offer that.  So we decided to ask him to pay ”just” another 15,000 soum (still 50% of this salary!) and let it go.


    In this case, I did have the desire to be a *bit* more whoop a** (after all, if you break something, shouldn’t you be responsible for paying for it to get fixed?), but had to remember the circumstance … and the fact that this was A LOT of money for him.  Well, at least we know he’ll never break the microwave again. Or more probable – he’ll never use it again.

  • Two Easters!** if you get my biweekly by email, this is what it’s about.


    Most of you celebrated Easter on April 16th, as I did… the first time.  Here are a few pictures from the play I helped direct.  The kids were all under 12 and did an amazing job. None of our rehearsals (6 weeks, every Saturday, for 1.5 hours) were as good as the performance itself at the Int’l Ch.’s Easter Service.  Out of the mouth of babes…


    challengedgirls


      mary believes closing scene


     I also celebrated Russian Easter, a week later, on April 23rd.  I went to my roommate Ella’s hometown (about 45 minutes away from Tashkent) where we (me, Ella’s fiance Andrey, and Ella’s friend Shaxloh) ate lunch together with Ella’s mom, grandma, and cousin.Ella is sitting next to me.  Her grandma is peeking out from behind her, and her mom is on the far right.


    groupshot


    The food was good.  The soup below is called “okroshka”. I was afraid the soup would be sour and yucky, but it was actually refreshing and pretty delicious!  The “keks” Shaxlo and I are holding here are called “kulich”.  They are made especially for Easter.  Shaxlo had never “celebrated” Russian Easter, either, so it was fun sharing this experience with a local person.


    food eggs kulich


    After lunch, we went to a Russian Protest. ch. service.  It was” long” (more than 2 hours) but the music was great.  The sign in the back says “Christos Voskres!”, which is “Christ is resurrected!”  Interesting to note: the Russian word for Sunday is “voskreseniye”, essentially the same word for “resurrection”. 


    christos boskrec


     

  • In honor of the Indian prime minister’s visit to Uzland, I want to talk about:


    Bollywood! Bollywood!  Bollywood!


    Before this weekend, I had only seen ONE Bollywood movie – Kabhi Khushi, Kabhie Gham (sometimes sorrow, sometimes happiness) – about 6 years ago or so.  But I remembered it very very fondly.  I was trying to dance “Indian” for weeks afterwards.


    So when I went to India, I finally bought it on DVD along with another popular film called Kal Ho Naa No (tomorrow may never come).


    People seem to have very strong reactions to Bollywood films. I LOVE these two that I own.  I just watched Kal Ho Naa No this past weekend and even though it was 3 hours long (Kabhi Khushi is almost 4!!!), I loved it.  The singing, the dancing… the humor…  (one funny part was when the father called his eligible bachelor son “GCGC” which stands for Good Catch of the Gujarati Community)…. so what if the stories are all similar, and the actors are all the same ones, and the dancing is all the same, and it’s cheesey and over-the-top… that’s part of the fun, no?  I also think it’s fun that they break out into English all of a sudden in the middle of a sentence.

  • I don’t even remember the last time I watched this movie!  Four us watched it together, off a VHS tape… and we ranged in age from 22 (just born when the movie came out) to 31 (9 years old when the movie came out). 


    It’s a good movie, actually!  The acting is all pretty good but Elisabeth Shue and Ralph Macchio make a TERRIBLE couple, we decided.  It looks like a teacher (Elisabeth) dating a student (Ralph).  What HAPPENED to Ralph Macchio anyway?  He’s cute in this movie.  And Pat Morita is even funnier than I remember.  But SO Oriental.  Of course, in real life, he speaks perfect, unaccented Engrish.    And my friend wondered why this older guy would use the honorific “-san” with Daniel… Daniel-san…

  • I was eating lunch today with my coworker at a local restaurant.  There was one table with three Russians, drinking cognac and beer.  The man at the table got up once and brought another bottle of cognac to the table. Then he got up again and brough back a beer and bag of chips.


    After about 15 minutes, one of the women got up, turned the music up, and started dancing without shame.  Thankfully, she wasn’t dancing very provocatively or anything, but still.  All of us eating lunch stared at her and excused her, realizing she was drunk.  At 1:30pm. In a public restaurant.


    My non-Russian coworker muttered , ”huh, those Russian women. Without tact. Absolutely without tact”. 


    Never a dull moment here.

  • Really really really really wanted to have a McDonald’s cheeseburger, fries, and a coke.


    Instead, I ate two hot dogs, Uzbek-style, which are two chicken dogs in buns with mayo, ketchup, tomato slices, cucumber slices, and korean carrot salad. They’re heated up in a microwave oven.   It’s surprisingly a “not bad” combination. I ate it at a table on the street.  The lady who sold it to me is Tyoti Valya (Auntie Valya).  She and I are friends. She’s a Russian pensioner who receives 20,000 soum (less than $20) a month to live on and therefore has to work 6 days a week selling hot dogs, compote (fruit juice), and pastries.  I wonder how much she takes in? 


    Anyway… I guess even though I really really really really wanted Mickey D’s, in the end, it’s probably better that I supported an old lady trying to make ends meet vs. a huge corporation.


    Not that I had a choice.

  • EASTER


    I have the fondest memories of celebrating Easter in college with my dear brothers and sisters!  I was heavily involved in my college chr. fellowship so we saw each other every Friday, but we all attended different ch’s and rarely spent Sunday together.  But on Easter Sunday morning, we all got up super early to celebrate the resurrection together!  It was awesome. We would stay up all night and then go to the service at 6 am.  The rest of the day was full, too, with our regular ch. service, then usually brunch, then some kind of activity at night as well!  It seemed like a great way to remember that He was alive!


    Since being here, I’ve missed those FULL DAYS of Easter.  It’s also amazing how much more “in the mood” you get when you see Easter decorations, even though it does make Easter seem very commercialized and all about bunnies, eggs, and marshmallow peeps (which I do love to eat)…


    This year, I had the opportunity to celebrate a FULL DAY of Easter, again!  I went to a sunrise service at the home of one of the foreign families with a delicious breakfast afterwards; attended ch. service in the afternoon (where I helped direct a children’s play– pics to come); watched 13 youth get baptized; and then attended an Easter dinner complete with ham, Italian-style lamb, and Norwegian-style lamb!


    People here celebrate Easter next week, and I’m looking forward to spending the day with my roommate and her family; and attending Russian ch. services.


    Some pics:


    singing 


    Here I am, leading worship before the youth baptism.


    listening 


    Youth listening to one of our elders.  It’s amazing to think about what these youth are going to do in the world after
    having grown up as foreigners in a country like Uzbekistan!  Exciting!


    baptism 


    13 youth got baptized – 4 from one family, 4 from another, and then 5 others. 
    Fathers baptized their children, which was cool.  This is at the house of one of our elders, who works at the American embassy. 
    Embassy workers have VERY cushy lives here.


    • I was walking somewhere today, and someone stops me, and she was either: 1. asking me for money; or 2. asking me for directions.  Either way, I completely ignored her!  Shame. The only way she wouldn’t have felt completely dissed is if she realized I was a foreigner, not a local and didn’t know what she was saying.  Of course, I could’ve stopped to listen to her.  But I didn’t. Again – shame!

    • I used an ATM to get out money.  Every time I do that, I feel as if I’ve accomplished some amazing feat and want to tell everyone how cool I am.  “I used an ATM today!” “What?  Where?”

    • People here like “chim-chee”, the local Korean version of “kim-chee” and they eat it with BREAD!!!  Like a kim-chee sandwich.  This is extremely appalling and wrong to me, but I have to admit that I’ve done it, too. But you can only do it with Uzbek non.  Can you imagine kimchee between two slices of Wonder Bread?  SICK.

    • Both my sisters are in Houston with my parents right now. Wish I was there with them.  They’re eating delicious bass (actually sushi) without me.  Pew.

    • Watched the last part of Rush Hour 1 and then Rush Hour 2 last night.  Talk about playing up stereotypes! It’s still a funny movie and well, since I do live in Uzland…

    • Made spaghetti carbonara last night for the first time EVER.  I did cook it a *bit* too long and the eggs kind of got a bit scrambled.  Another dish I never would’ve made if I was living in the US and A.

  • Update on guitar:


    This is what a small world it is re: guitars here.  My guitar was a really nice one – a Martin – and there is no way anyone could have one here unless it was through a foreigner.  ANYWAY, a guy who used to work for us is in a band and  is friends with some of my other coworkers.  They had heard about my guitar and this guy in the band heard about a guy selling a really really nice guitar.  It was most probably mine.


    So my coworker’s husband got the number of this guy and was calling calling calling.  We made a plan that if we reached this guy, we could go over there and try to negotiate the return of my guitar. I enlisted the help of a big, tough male coworker to go with me.


    But alas, by the time we reached the guy, he had already sold it. Still, isn’t it weird that getting back was even a possibility?





    Some friends of mine from the states sent me two books to read.  I finished each of them within two days.  I just finished this one.  The premise is kind of crazy, but the book was really well written and it was somehow… believable.  The end was sad.  The epilogue was a bit… stupid.  Totally didn’t need it, I thought.


    The other book was Prep, a totally different kind of book but also a great read.  I’ve been devouring books lately.


    Thanks to rehey11 and jwli99!






    Finally, to noone in particular, I’d just like to say that the God I believe in is a big God who holds the world in the palm of His hand.  HIS ways are mysterious, wonderful, and sometimes very very random.  But it is all for good.  I was reminded again of His faithfulness.  And I marvelled again at the fact that as big and powerful as I believe he is, he is also a loving shepherd who will leave the 99 to retrieve the 1.  And I recall here one of my favorite psalms (paraphrased):


    You have searched me and you know me
    Where I sit and where I rise
    You know all of my ways
    You know just where I’m going
    And where I’m lying down
    You know all of my ways


    Where can I go from your spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
    If I go to the heavens, you are there
    In the depths


    If I rise on the wings of the dawn
    Settle on the far side of the sea
    Even there your hand will guide me
    Hold me fast

  • Living with a local Russian roommate has been fun.  I love introducing to her to “American” concepts/ideas/foods. Food is especially fun… like the things that are so simple and basic to eat for us are totally weird to her, for example:



    • Carrot cake (“what?  an actual CAKE made from CARROTS??”)

    • Roasted potatoes (cut em up and roast them in a pan with some onions, olive oil, and salt… you just don’t eat potatoes like that here – they only eat it pureed or in soup)

    • Brownies

    • Chili

    • Frying bacon and eating it (they eat bacon RAW here.. it’s super cured and totally safe, but STILL! Blech.)




    Okay, so liking U2 is as boring as… I don’t know… whatever is boring…but I do like them.  And I admire and respect Bono.   U2 also reminds me of my high school days when my friends and I were OBSESSED with them.  The U2 concert I went to in 1992- back when they turned kinda weird for a time (zooropa) – was one of the highlights of my high school days… I remember two of my friends – Warren and Juno – coming to my door, tickets in hand, all excited that they had gotten them…and they had even brought me a poster! (it was near my birthday)  Good times.