- I get weird songs in my head here. At lunch the other day, I had the “Wheel of Fortune” theme playing forever. Today as I was biking downtown, it was “She’s Always a Woman” from Billy Joel, apropos nothing.
- Speaking of music, I was in the Congregationalist Church Treasurer’s truck last night, and we heard K-Ci and JoJo and Edwin McCain and Boyz II Men, and it was like being at a middle school dance in Samoa. In the Treasurer’s truck. 13 years after middle school.
- I need to start exercising. I can’t be grilling pizza AND engorging on taro hashbrowns without a little jog now and then. I’d say the biggest obstacle to exercise is the laundry. In part, I feel like I don’t have the proper clothes in which to exercise, but also I’m not confident enough with my manual laundry techniques to employ them on a daily basis.
- It’s fun seeing tourists around town because there’s a certain outsider bond that can be immediately forged. At the same time, it’s disappointing because they don’t have a bit of the insider perspective as well. But then it’s exciting to feel like an insider.
- I had to whip out makeshift butcher skills on the pork this evening. It’s not like the pieces are nicely chopped or in any way boneless. It’s almost as though they diced the pig into large cross-sections and then distributed them. In fact, that’s exactly what they did. It’s so fatty though. And I’m no butcher. It was a bit of a farce staring cluelessly at the hunk of pork, arbitrarily deciding which parts would be edible.
- I talked to my friend Chris who works at the US Embassy in Mexico for a bit on gchat today. Just FYI, should you and I ever have a conversation on gchat while I’m still living in Samoa, I’m liable to drop out without notice. The internet here gets a little overwhelmed when gchat enters the picture, so don’t be offended.
- The other day I had a classic rock song in my head that goes something like (and I’m totally unsure of the actual lyrics), “Holiday roo-OOO-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oad / Holiday roo-OOO-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oad.” Who sings that? Why is it in my head? Also, “You are the woman that I’ve always dreamed of / I knew it from the start…” What song is that? And what’s the next line?
- For some reason last Sunday, the streets of Apia were full of forlorn looking Americans (which is weird because usually the tourists are Australian or New Zealish or, strangely enough, German) aimlessly wandering. I overheard one asking a bank security guard, “So things will definitely be open tomorrow…. Right?” Ha.
- The new computer teacher has been conducting all of her classes in the students’ normal classroom; i.e. not in the computer lab. On one hand, I’m impressed by this. I feel like the kneejerk reaction is to let the students loose. On the other hand, I’m still nervous about what will happen when she finally does let the students into the classroom.
- One of the more exciting things about getting the camera back is I had promised my host family a large print of one of the portraits, and now I can actually deliver on that promise. I got 2 5”x7”s developed yesterday, which cost $30 WST. Ouch!
- It sounds a little silly, but I am excited about going back to tea and a muffin at break every day. Supy told me his staff gets meals every day of every week, and I was jealous, but I’m ready for the simplicity of the muffin again. And the speed-guzzling of the tea in order to make sure I could pack in as many cups as possible. It just sounds less stressful than brown paper-wrapped pork.
Hope things are well. Pictures below.
This is the brown-paper-wrapped pork in my refrigerator. It was better wrapped when it was given to me.
Hair on the pork.
Cooked pork. It turned out surprisingly well. I'm not sure there's any more meat in that brown paper bundle though.
In the insect "Cultural Exploration," I didn't talk about the bees. Generally they stay out of peoples' way, but they are huge. To the point that they FREAK ME OUT. This one got into my house somehow, and I had to put him down fast.