So.
The world laughs at my pain and comes full circle to deliver bad thing #3: computer issues.
I laugh back and decide to bite the bullet and install a linux-based OS--Kubuntu. Why that over Ubuntu? Gut feeling. And it looked prettier.
Trent's taken well to it thus far. I still have to convert all my files and customize the interface how I want it. Probably with pretty pictures of warm things to get me through the cold month or so to go.
However, the world (read: magti and consumerism) laughs back at me for trying to have free love, a free spirit, and a free OS. Magti's modem's drivers don't work with linux-based OSes. Boo.
And I'm still trying to figure this one out. If anyone has any clue how to make it work, throw me a lifeline! kplzthxbai.
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Tuesday, February 16
Sunday, February 14
Top 10 Ways to Occupy Oneself During Medical Leave.
10. Sleep.
Although this is difficult with a gash on back of your head and lovely bruises on both elbows and your gluteus growingevermoremaximusingeorgicus.
9. Read.
This improves your morale when you think, "Wow, Vanya Denisovich was thankful at the end of HIS day, and I haven't frozen my butt in Siberia slathering mortar on concrete blocks for 6 oz. of bread lately."
Also may build your desire to go to India after service (sans the joining-the-Indian-mafia bit).
8. Eat.
Compounding on last reason. However, remember to tell the hostess that you don't like meat (lest you get meat and noodle soup and chicken sticks for lunch), and don't try to go out for dinner with visiting PCVs, as this is a stern no-no.
7. Catch up with people back home.
Lots of get wells for you guys who are concurrently recovering from surgeries and various ailments. And it's sweet to hear you're doing things like learning knitting and working at book publishing companies and having senior recitals and jazz. Also, BIG thanks to Kayleigh for my new theme song.
6. Waste time on the Interwebs.
The final frontier knows no bounds.
5. Listen to some new music.
Kyle would approve, and Steven Flaherty would be proud. (?)
4. Resolve to demand dance lessons.
Time to take a stand against the winter blues and that gluteous growingevermoremaximus.
3. Take warm showers.
Neck down or full body, enjoy it while it lasts. Also the sit down toilet, now only seconds away from your bed! Also central heat, when it doesn't go out for some unknown reason.
2. Reassure Akhalsopelians.
I'm okay; I'll be back Tuesday; yes, I'm taking medicine; I'd love to go walking with you when I get back; and thanks for the wish to find big and nice love in life.
1. Thank those who are that big and nice love.
Chemebi. You know who you are. Happy Valentine's Day, guys.
Although this is difficult with a gash on back of your head and lovely bruises on both elbows and your gluteus growingevermoremaximusingeorgicus.
9. Read.
This improves your morale when you think, "Wow, Vanya Denisovich was thankful at the end of HIS day, and I haven't frozen my butt in Siberia slathering mortar on concrete blocks for 6 oz. of bread lately."
Also may build your desire to go to India after service (sans the joining-the-Indian-mafia bit).
8. Eat.
Compounding on last reason. However, remember to tell the hostess that you don't like meat (lest you get meat and noodle soup and chicken sticks for lunch), and don't try to go out for dinner with visiting PCVs, as this is a stern no-no.
7. Catch up with people back home.
Lots of get wells for you guys who are concurrently recovering from surgeries and various ailments. And it's sweet to hear you're doing things like learning knitting and working at book publishing companies and having senior recitals and jazz. Also, BIG thanks to Kayleigh for my new theme song.
6. Waste time on the Interwebs.
The final frontier knows no bounds.
5. Listen to some new music.
Kyle would approve, and Steven Flaherty would be proud. (?)
4. Resolve to demand dance lessons.
Time to take a stand against the winter blues and that gluteous growingevermoremaximus.
3. Take warm showers.
Neck down or full body, enjoy it while it lasts. Also the sit down toilet, now only seconds away from your bed! Also central heat, when it doesn't go out for some unknown reason.
2. Reassure Akhalsopelians.
I'm okay; I'll be back Tuesday; yes, I'm taking medicine; I'd love to go walking with you when I get back; and thanks for the wish to find big and nice love in life.
1. Thank those who are that big and nice love.
Chemebi. You know who you are. Happy Valentine's Day, guys.
Saturday, February 13
To do without.
Just because, post's composition lack of action words for point. Possible.
And lots of down time.
Wednesday, after ice without footing and head WITH bottom stair, anti-azeri-not-knowing-georgian ambulance driver's 30 minute tea at the homestead with my head and blood all over the couch, much time.
Time in ambulance half reading A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, half kartuglish with other doctor in ambulance (Gurian, war experience, English so-so, coworker/friends in Haiti relief).
Finally Tbilisi, swanky hospital, and CT scan. No amnesia, no loss of consciousness, no brain damage (maybe). Head cleaninPAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!!!!!!
Educated doctor: "Shes name Salome." (The nice night nurse.) (And doctor's name...? : / ) Buttload of food. Butt pain + elbow pain + head pain + drugs = sort-of-sleep + not-quite-coherent conversation with sister
Thursday:
Hospital Ritz's check-out. Hostel Nika's check-in. More checkups. House arrest. Surprise!! Visitors! Online conversations with sister, G9, and G10-to-be.
Friday:
Still house arrest. The Office catch-up. "Sunday best" Paula, minus shower. Phone interview for FLEX program-- ise ra. Blegh for phones. But with 11 other friend applicants, nonplussed. Rest of day: online nonsense, talkin' with Kyle-i, Georgian lasagna, shower from neck down.
Summary:
Visits from non-medical personnel: 3
Phone calls/texts from Akhalsopelians about my health: 6
Comfortable sleeping positions: 0
Time from village to Tbilisi: with blood on your head, longer than necessary
Future plans: 2 books, 3 Office episodes, James Bond movie, chocolate, showers (multiple, hot).
Demands for dance lessons.
Reclamation of thwarted plans to visit neighbor/friends.
T-shirt-- front: "Life is like Eurasia." back: "Your mom is like Eurasia."
Grad school for linguistics?
Recent brushes with death and realization that my life < aprovechado : 1
And lots of down time.
Wednesday, after ice without footing and head WITH bottom stair, anti-azeri-not-knowing-georgian ambulance driver's 30 minute tea at the homestead with my head and blood all over the couch, much time.
Time in ambulance half reading A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, half kartuglish with other doctor in ambulance (Gurian, war experience, English so-so, coworker/friends in Haiti relief).
Finally Tbilisi, swanky hospital, and CT scan. No amnesia, no loss of consciousness, no brain damage (maybe). Head cleaninPAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!!!!!!
Educated doctor: "Shes name Salome." (The nice night nurse.) (And doctor's name...? : / ) Buttload of food. Butt pain + elbow pain + head pain + drugs = sort-of-sleep + not-quite-coherent conversation with sister
Thursday:
Hospital Ritz's check-out. Hostel Nika's check-in. More checkups. House arrest. Surprise!! Visitors! Online conversations with sister, G9, and G10-to-be.
Friday:
Still house arrest. The Office catch-up. "Sunday best" Paula, minus shower. Phone interview for FLEX program-- ise ra. Blegh for phones. But with 11 other friend applicants, nonplussed. Rest of day: online nonsense, talkin' with Kyle-i, Georgian lasagna, shower from neck down.
Summary:
Visits from non-medical personnel: 3
Phone calls/texts from Akhalsopelians about my health: 6
Comfortable sleeping positions: 0
Time from village to Tbilisi: with blood on your head, longer than necessary
Future plans: 2 books, 3 Office episodes, James Bond movie, chocolate, showers (multiple, hot).
Demands for dance lessons.
Reclamation of thwarted plans to visit neighbor/friends.
T-shirt-- front: "Life is like Eurasia." back: "Your mom is like Eurasia."
Grad school for linguistics?
Recent brushes with death and realization that my life < aprovechado : 1
Saturday, November 14
Back to life, back to the interwebs.
So! Thanks to me realizing that Peace Corps sends necessary information via e-mail, I shelled out the 155 lari and got myself a high speed modem. Then, after the two free trial days, as I was left in a village with no bankomati (aka ATM), I scrounged enough emergency funds together to buy myself 45 lari worth of mono cards to make my monthly payment. Naturally, the cards were in denominations of 5 (this is a village--who's gonna get a 25 lari card?) and I had to go to 2 different stores to get them (who carries 9 mono cards at a time? Not a village store.).
Anywhoo, expect more regular updates.
It's 2:00 in the morning now. I've not been sleeping regularly for about a week now--either stay up late for this supra, or because I'm too excited by the prospect of online shopping I can't go to sleep. Not that online shopping is more practical than going to the bazari at Tbilisi, because who's going to ship to Akhalsopeli? It's just that I have an aversion to haggling, and I was not about to pay 90 lari for a pair of much-coveted grey suede boots.
Basically, life is good. I seem to have stumbled upon the luck of the mystical triad-- my host family is awesome, my main counterpart is a wonderful teacher and a great friend, and I have a picturesque view of the Caucasus mountains when I step outside my room.
Firstly, my general "routine":
-wake up
-run/yoga
-dress
-breakfast
-school
-coffee with teachers
-lunch
-lesson recap writing
-tea
-sereales (terrible latin american soap operas), kronika (news), Who Wants 30,000 Lari, Va Banka (Georgian Deal or No Deal), Geostar (Georgian Idol), Truth Time, etc. etc. (da ase shemdeg)
-tiptoe to the toilet
-bed
Twice a week or so is shower night, when we light the pechi in the bathroom for some hot water (if it's rained and there's water in the tub-- the system broke when we had a big storm and they haven't fixed it yet. More on that later.)
Weekends are usually spent traveling, the most recent of which was Erakleoba in Telavi and then Johnnyoba and Iliaoba in Kvareli. (the suffix -oba is used to create days of celebration. In conversation class, I made up shokolatoba--guess what that celebrates. Anyway, Erakle was superduper king man, and Ilia was a writer, a banker, a patriot, a martyr, and a saint from the nextdoor town of Kvareli. It was also Johnny's birthday.)
I'm going to label some pictures, maybe sleep, and be back for more.
Anywhoo, expect more regular updates.
It's 2:00 in the morning now. I've not been sleeping regularly for about a week now--either stay up late for this supra, or because I'm too excited by the prospect of online shopping I can't go to sleep. Not that online shopping is more practical than going to the bazari at Tbilisi, because who's going to ship to Akhalsopeli? It's just that I have an aversion to haggling, and I was not about to pay 90 lari for a pair of much-coveted grey suede boots.
Basically, life is good. I seem to have stumbled upon the luck of the mystical triad-- my host family is awesome, my main counterpart is a wonderful teacher and a great friend, and I have a picturesque view of the Caucasus mountains when I step outside my room.
Firstly, my general "routine":
-wake up
-run/yoga
-dress
-breakfast
-school
-coffee with teachers
-lunch
-lesson recap writing
-tea
-sereales (terrible latin american soap operas), kronika (news), Who Wants 30,000 Lari, Va Banka (Georgian Deal or No Deal), Geostar (Georgian Idol), Truth Time, etc. etc. (da ase shemdeg)
-tiptoe to the toilet
-bed
Twice a week or so is shower night, when we light the pechi in the bathroom for some hot water (if it's rained and there's water in the tub-- the system broke when we had a big storm and they haven't fixed it yet. More on that later.)
Weekends are usually spent traveling, the most recent of which was Erakleoba in Telavi and then Johnnyoba and Iliaoba in Kvareli. (the suffix -oba is used to create days of celebration. In conversation class, I made up shokolatoba--guess what that celebrates. Anyway, Erakle was superduper king man, and Ilia was a writer, a banker, a patriot, a martyr, and a saint from the nextdoor town of Kvareli. It was also Johnny's birthday.)
I'm going to label some pictures, maybe sleep, and be back for more.
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