Gosh but I'm quiet here
To deal with various administrative issues, our Bishkek partner has granted me a desk in their main office. Nine other people work in this office that has tile floors and glass walls; in other words, sound bounces like crazy and it's an ideal… more »
Day 2
Today was the first real day of class. The MTThF class schedule is broken down into four sessions roughly like this:
8:30 – 9:25Russian grammar
9:30 – 10:25Russian grammar
10:30 – 11:50Russian reading
12:00 – 13:00Russian conversation
(The class… more »
Day 3: embassy, language coaches, cooking
Today a group of our students had the opportunity to go to the local American Embassy. I was careful to warn them to have their passports with them. We got to the entrance, and I realized I had forgotten my own. This was shame #1. But I had a visa… more »
Day 4: classes, lost luggage
Classes as usual. All seems well for the moment.
Biggest current problem: the luggage of one of our students, Wynter, is stuck in Istanbul; it didn't make the hand-off from Delta to Turkish Airlines. Delta had required her to do a bag check at the… more »
“I love the dark hours of my being” by Rilke
I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that's wide and… more »