A hiccup in the road

Other laureats [sic] stepping up to receive their awards at Harvard’s Sanders Theatre included: Nic Svenson and Piers Barnes of the Australian Commonwealth Scientific and Research Organisation, for “calculating the number of photographs you must take to (almost) ensure that nobody in a group photo will have their eyes closed” (Mathematics award)

The Register, 6 October 2006

exercisesOr “the English class suddenly reached a turning point,” the point where newcomers now feel totally lost and don’t return and a sense of ennui and/or challenge has penetrated the remaining students, even the nurse who was doing so well last week. And the Great Divide has occurred between those that “get it” and those that don’t and even those who work a little harder to get it. Some struggle to stay apace as we deal with such things as idioms, the concept of which I don’t try to explain in Spanish although I do try to give them the gist of each that we encounter.  And I do give them a lot of information, likely too much, but then we have such a short time left and as of yet I haven’t found someone to continue the course, which the students would really like to do, even those who are falling behind in their understanding of the language.

It rained last night, long and heavily and it even continued a bit into the post-dawn morning.  It was a pleasant surprise.  On this stay in San Miguel there’s been a significant lack of things shooting into the sky when compared to previous trips and thanks to D&R I now know why:  the catastrophe at the fireworks plant in Mexico City last year has limited the amount of available product.

The Writers’ Conference is in full swing this weekend and there’s a book fair being held outdoors near the Jardin – the booksellers and their wares are protected by tents.

I told Dolores that the owners are selling the house – she wasn’t surprised as her sister keeps house for the owners – but she seemed surprised that I was leaving.  She’s probably the person I know best here and after four years, it will be strange not to see her every week.

I finally made the flight reservation to go to Hungary, and for some reason it had become difficult – trying to find a flight that landed during daylight hours, that didn’t cost an exorbitant amount, that didn’t cause one to spend 20+ hours waiting for a connecting flight or that didn’t require changing airlines twice. Interminably slow internet speeds made the ordeal more ordealy and here’s the best part – there was a ton o’ bait and switch with prices.  I’d think I’d found a deal and when I followed the purchase through to near its conclusion, the “seat” or flight was no longer available at the advertised price. The aggregator or consolidator would blame this on the airline, but it only took place with certain aggregators – repeatedly.

Once the flight reservation was in place I heard from an administrator at Kölcsey Ferenc Gimnáziumthe school in Zalaegerszeg where I’ll be teaching. She sent photos of the apartment where I’ll be staying as well as information about the program.  Even though this future experience is becoming more concrete, it still has an effervescent sense about it, of little bubbles bursting with messages and reminders of things to do.

Sigh no more, or For Those Of You Who Thought The Bard Had No Place In The Contemporary World

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey, nonny, nonny.


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