January 17,
2016 (Sunday)
Still very, very little happening
around here. I've been re-upping on my Korean lessons, which is good, but starting
at the end of next week, there will be no classes (for me to teach at the college) for threeeeeeeee
weeks. This is because there is a national holiday in February called
Sagaan Saar, the celebration of the lunar new year. The actual
holiday takes place over about three days, but my school operates
under the department of labor in Mongolia (not the dept of
education). That's how they do, you know?
I have no idea what I'm going to do.
Work on clubs and lesson plans, I guess, and get really good at
Spades again. If I could find some wood to carve, I'd start making a
mah jong set, but I don't even know where to look. Ah well.
It's finally dipped into the -35 to -40
degree range, which is somewhat exciting in its own way. I will say,
though, that there are still kids outside (when it's sunny) playing
soccer. I can remember times as a kid when people wanted to cancel
classes because it hit 0 outside. One of the many consequences of an
overly litigious society, I suppose.
A funny observation: up until the past
few days, I've been warm enough in my apartment that I've been able
to wear shorts (albeit with long socks and slippers) and not get
cold. The diving temperatures outside have made that impossible
lately. Just think about that: the construction and insulation is
good enough here that, until it hit -35 degrees, I was able to wear
shorts inside without getting cold.
In Mongolia, they measure the winter by
a series of nine nine-day periods (i.e., 81 days), in which things
get progressively colder until about the 4th period (which
I believe we're in right now). I've made up my own system:
comfortable without slippers and in a light long-sleeved shirt;
comfortable with slippers and a light long-sleeved shirt; comfortable
with slippers and socks and a light long-sleeved shirt; comfortable
with thick socks, slippers, light shirt; comfortable with thick
socks, slippers, thick shirt; and the current temperature,
comfortable with thick socks, slippers, pants, and a long-sleeved
shirt. It's a major consolation that February is generally warmer and
sunnier than January (still in the -20 to -35 range, though).
Um... let's see. This past Saturday,
Emily and I taught together for the first time (outside of Monglish
night); a seminar on creative writing. We taught one class of younger
students and one class of 11th grade and up students, each
two hours long. In the younger class, we got through far less of our
material, but in the older class we finished almost all of it. We
focused a lot on writing a good introduction. It went well, we think,
even if we did step on each others' toes once or twice during the
first lesson. A little of that is to be expected. We'll do it again
next Saturday, then the following Saturday we'll have a creative
writing competition (under the auspices of the WriteOn International
competition, a Peace Corps project started in, I think, Georgia).
Our weekly Monglish night meeting was
BIG this week, with probably 15 people. That might not seem like a
lot, but in the past, it was five or six people sitting around on the
couch in our apartment. Monglish night has fast become one of my
favorite things to do, because it's specifically not
a class. We're just practicing English with a bunch of people who
want to improve, playing games and not taking it too seriously. It is
incredibly refreshing.
I am wondering, though, if maybe breaking it up into two groups might
help things flow, if it keeps getting bigger.
UhhhhhhhhhhHHHhHhHhhhHhh
otherwise I've been keeping an eye on the markets' continual dive,
and reading doom-and-gloom reports about 2016 and the end of society
as we know it. One way or another, 2016 is probably going to be a bad
year economically: the first few weeks of the year serve as
predictors for how the rest of the year will go almost 75% of the
time. I also read a report from Lloyd's of London, among the most
respected insurance companies in the world, predicting... well,
predicting bad things. Food supply shocks and resulting food riots,
water shortages and an increase in instances of disease, and in
general failure of governments and societies to adapt quickly enough
to any number of climate-change driven catastrophes. Lloyd's thinks
that, if we continue with business as usual, human society by 2025
won't be recognizable as such.
Okay,
I'll back off of that. It's occupied a lot of my time and thinking
lately, though, so I couldn't resist a little bit of morbid
speculation. I am getting well off the tracks here, though, so maybe
this is a good stopping point. yeah? Yeah.
I've been interested in the economic trends as well, I think we might have another year before we feel the true global effects of the 2-year El Nino, most of the freakout right now is all in the realm of speculative capital and everyone shitting themselves about the downturn of the Chinese market, which is just people with too much money freaking out about not being able to make more money. Honestly too, another Wall Street crash might be the only thing that convinces most Americans that maybe it would be a good thing to put a socialist in the White House... which then might put us in a better situation when the second crash comes. Meh.
ReplyDeleteAlso, props on the creative writing lessons! You and Em are two very capable people to teach it. Did you tell the kids that most of your creative process comes from D&D? Because it IS super good practice... spread our nerd-dom to all corners of the earth!
That is amazing insulation!!! And congrats on your success in your class and Monglish night. I'm so proud that you are the Americans your friends get to meet. :)
ReplyDeleteWho really cares what happens in China these days. So the bubble bursts. Everyone knows that the only economy that matters is the USA. The dollar is stronger than ever. Yes China manufactures everything worth buying in the west but we invent everything worth buying so they will recover. Or they will steal everything worth buying again. We are the dreamers that make it happen.
ReplyDeleteI can't remember a time when there wasn't doom and gloom predicted. There was a song from my generation called "the eve of destruction"...used to make my Dad so mad when he heard it! Bullshit, he'd say.
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