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Monday, September 26, 2016
Monday, September 19, 2016
What about that work thing?
**This post has a lot of words and no pictures. For those visually inclined people, check out my new Videos page!**
I've realized recently that as much as I talk about friends, kava, mosquitoes, spitting... that the last time I actually talked about my job, about what I actually do most days, was, well...a long time ago. At the beginning of my service long time ago.
So what have I actually been doing for the past year and a half, you may be wondering! I'll do my best in this post to give you a better idea of my role here in the PENAMA Provincial Office and surrounding government offices.
I've realized recently that as much as I talk about friends, kava, mosquitoes, spitting... that the last time I actually talked about my job, about what I actually do most days, was, well...a long time ago. At the beginning of my service long time ago.
So what have I actually been doing for the past year and a half, you may be wondering! I'll do my best in this post to give you a better idea of my role here in the PENAMA Provincial Office and surrounding government offices.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Spitting
***Warning: this post is actually about spitting...just in case you didn't take my title seriously***
Sitting in the kava bar at night with my friends, I look around jealously as they casually relax in their seat while lobbing a wad of spit 2 feet to the coral in the middle of the room. Despite many nights of practice, I have yet to pick up the technique. When I need to spit (as happens often while drinking kava), I must lean forward until my face is over the coral, and let it drop straight down, sometimes missing my mark and hearing the ominous splat of spit hitting cement. While I've gotten better at making my spit drop in a small ball of wetness, rather than a long string that hangs down from my mouth, I have not yet found the proper way to lob it any distance. I haven't yet given up hope, and will continue to practice. Tonight however, is not the night that I will succeed.
I give them the stink eye as I lean back against the bench, and hope that one day I will learn their ways, and I too, will be able to sit and spit.
Sitting in the kava bar at night with my friends, I look around jealously as they casually relax in their seat while lobbing a wad of spit 2 feet to the coral in the middle of the room. Despite many nights of practice, I have yet to pick up the technique. When I need to spit (as happens often while drinking kava), I must lean forward until my face is over the coral, and let it drop straight down, sometimes missing my mark and hearing the ominous splat of spit hitting cement. While I've gotten better at making my spit drop in a small ball of wetness, rather than a long string that hangs down from my mouth, I have not yet found the proper way to lob it any distance. I haven't yet given up hope, and will continue to practice. Tonight however, is not the night that I will succeed.
I give them the stink eye as I lean back against the bench, and hope that one day I will learn their ways, and I too, will be able to sit and spit.
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