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ruthless compassion
14 March 2007 @ 03:12 pm
I'm about 90% sure that I'm going to run (or, more likely, run-walk) Bay to Breakers in May, and while I'm out there, I'll want to see my people who live in and around there.

I'm thinking of a dates something like May 16-22. The race is May 20, and other than that, I'll have my time fairly flexible. Want to have lunch/dinner/tea/other such things? Want to offer me crash space in your living room/guest room/bed? Hooray!

More details to follow once I've fully talked myself into this crazy idea.
 
 
ruthless compassion
14 March 2007 @ 04:44 pm
A goofy conversation on irc reminded me of one of my favorite conversations from when i was living in Guatemala. During my first month in Xela, I was living in a homestay where my "family" was actually a bunch of students who were going to (high) school in the city, which meant living away from their families, who lived in various departmentos (states, more or less) nearby, so they were boarding in this woman's house. At first, I was disappointed not to have a more traditional family setup, but this grew on me, even though it was confusing at first, because there were 9 or so students who would rotate in and out over the course of a week. But there were several regulars who were almost always at dinner, a couple of whom were very inquisitive about all things USA.

This led to a bunch of entertaining conversations, including the first time I ever heard someone call NYC "la gran manzana" (the big apple). It's funny how those things that you don't think twice about in your own language stand out so dramatically in a second language. (Ditto the expression, "I'm could kill him!")

But one of most hilarious conversations we had was about tongue twisters (trabalenguas). I had learned one in class that day, and I had to show it off. They, of course, had to learn it, and then each of them had to teach me their favorite trabalenguas. You think tongue twisters are hard in your first language? Yeah. So that gave them all a good laugh, and me, too. But I got my revenge: I offered to teach them an easy one from English. (None of them spoke English, so this really wasn't fair, but I couldn't resist.)

Have I laughed so hard since then? Gosh, I really don't know.

PS - I am sitting on the back porch in the sun with my sleeves rolled up.

PPS - I miss Guatemala.