It is widely acknowledged that American English is lousy with baseball metaphors, from Meatloafs heartrending account of his fight from first base to home, to dark horse candidates coming "out of left field," but as a Third-Culture Kid and self-styled permanent expatriot, I tend to think of myself as above the fray, at least in that respect.
Not so! Two weeks ago, I was a click away from thanking someone for "going to bat for me," and just now I wished someone luck with "the home stretch."
Interested in playing the field tonight? No thanks -- I'll take a rain check.
Oi vey!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Now this isn't strictly relevant to the Fulbright, or to Hungary in the 21st century, or to my future plans or anything like that, but I think, as this is my blog, I am entitled to barrage you with any e-junk I feel like hurling into the internet, and so I want to take then minutes to tell you about...
... My visit to the zoo!
Saturday was starting in a disappointment-induced haze, when I realized the "pancake" recipe I was using was NOT for delicious American breakfast pancakes, and the quality of everything in my kitchen is too low to support the cooking of the thinner, European variety. Combined with what could only be fatigue and PMS, things were looking pretty grim. I was going to force Baldur to go with me to Ikea, in order to buy a proper crepe pan but also just to get out of the house, when we hit on going to the zoo instead.
It was great! The weather was perfect, the zoo is walking distance from my house, and there was a student discount, but the best part was all the baby animals! I should have thought about this, going to a zoo in April, but I guess I've been a student for so long I've forgotten about the Circle of Life and the True Meaning of Spring.
It would be really hard to choose a favorite. We saw a mother duck with twelve baby ducklings -- the nest was unwisely chosen insofar as it was on the brink of a small wall. One of the babies actually fell off while we watched, although he seemed okay, and someone's dad stepped in to pick him up and put him back with his siblings. There was also a family of wild dogs (well, Dholes, really); the pups were probably the most energetic animals I have seen in any zoo, ever. There were lambs so young they still had yucky bits of dried umbilical cord attached to their stomachs; two baby camels whose humps hadn't filled out yet; and a baby rhino that, while a year or two old, was still only the size of a small pony.
Maybe my favorite, though, were the goats the size of house cats in the children's petting zoo. Much nicer than their pushy parents, who were butting each other left and right to get at a few pellets of zoo chow, the baby goats were hopping on and off benches and, like rabbits, leaping up and spazzing out mid-air just because. I managed to feed one guy so tiny he could barely get a pellet in his mouth. Awwww!
All baby animals aside, the zoo was hardly as grubby as I expected it to be. And, just in case you forget you're in Hungary when you go, the obligatory omnipresent food stands served palacsinta, langos and beer. Finally, for my inner (but not-so-hidden) history geek: I had to do a double-take by the sign for the brown bears. The map showing the bears' habitat in Central Eastern Europe looked funny, and then I realized that it still had Czechoslovakia and Yugoslavia.
... My visit to the zoo!
Saturday was starting in a disappointment-induced haze, when I realized the "pancake" recipe I was using was NOT for delicious American breakfast pancakes, and the quality of everything in my kitchen is too low to support the cooking of the thinner, European variety. Combined with what could only be fatigue and PMS, things were looking pretty grim. I was going to force Baldur to go with me to Ikea, in order to buy a proper crepe pan but also just to get out of the house, when we hit on going to the zoo instead.
It was great! The weather was perfect, the zoo is walking distance from my house, and there was a student discount, but the best part was all the baby animals! I should have thought about this, going to a zoo in April, but I guess I've been a student for so long I've forgotten about the Circle of Life and the True Meaning of Spring.
It would be really hard to choose a favorite. We saw a mother duck with twelve baby ducklings -- the nest was unwisely chosen insofar as it was on the brink of a small wall. One of the babies actually fell off while we watched, although he seemed okay, and someone's dad stepped in to pick him up and put him back with his siblings. There was also a family of wild dogs (well, Dholes, really); the pups were probably the most energetic animals I have seen in any zoo, ever. There were lambs so young they still had yucky bits of dried umbilical cord attached to their stomachs; two baby camels whose humps hadn't filled out yet; and a baby rhino that, while a year or two old, was still only the size of a small pony.
Maybe my favorite, though, were the goats the size of house cats in the children's petting zoo. Much nicer than their pushy parents, who were butting each other left and right to get at a few pellets of zoo chow, the baby goats were hopping on and off benches and, like rabbits, leaping up and spazzing out mid-air just because. I managed to feed one guy so tiny he could barely get a pellet in his mouth. Awwww!
All baby animals aside, the zoo was hardly as grubby as I expected it to be. And, just in case you forget you're in Hungary when you go, the obligatory omnipresent food stands served palacsinta, langos and beer. Finally, for my inner (but not-so-hidden) history geek: I had to do a double-take by the sign for the brown bears. The map showing the bears' habitat in Central Eastern Europe looked funny, and then I realized that it still had Czechoslovakia and Yugoslavia.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Overdose, the famous Hungarian horse
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/20/world/europe/20hungary.html?_r=1&th&emc=th
I think this article does capture many important aspects of modern Hungarian life.
I think this article does capture many important aspects of modern Hungarian life.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I wanted to blog about this months ago, but I couldn't find the link. Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFxoVJL5gxE&feature=related
It is the first stupid youtube video I've seen in Hungarian! The title is "Cuki Vagyok," which means "I'm cute." I don't know enough Hungarian to explain the other lyrics, but I think they are unnecessary in terms of comprehending the "plot," if you can call it that. More than anything else, I was struck by the universality of the stupid youtube video.
It is the first stupid youtube video I've seen in Hungarian! The title is "Cuki Vagyok," which means "I'm cute." I don't know enough Hungarian to explain the other lyrics, but I think they are unnecessary in terms of comprehending the "plot," if you can call it that. More than anything else, I was struck by the universality of the stupid youtube video.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The weather in Budapest is impossibly beautiful! I remember finally why I wanted to come back (it's been a couple of months).
Not much is new, except that the end of the Fulbright stares me in the face every day. I'm working on coming up with things for next year. Some days it seems pretty hopeful and some days not, although the increase in sunshine should tip the balance in favor of the former.
I might be able to teach English; I might be able to get paid for researching (this sounds good!); I might sell out and work for the Man. The benefits of doing this include probably someone sponsoring me for an actual work visa and maybe even getting paid in US dollars. It is unlikely that I would have too much trouble sleeping at night, as long as I was also drawing and painting. Important five-year plan: building a decent portfolio!
Not much is new, except that the end of the Fulbright stares me in the face every day. I'm working on coming up with things for next year. Some days it seems pretty hopeful and some days not, although the increase in sunshine should tip the balance in favor of the former.
I might be able to teach English; I might be able to get paid for researching (this sounds good!); I might sell out and work for the Man. The benefits of doing this include probably someone sponsoring me for an actual work visa and maybe even getting paid in US dollars. It is unlikely that I would have too much trouble sleeping at night, as long as I was also drawing and painting. Important five-year plan: building a decent portfolio!
Monday, March 30, 2009
This weekend featured the most overly-complicated visit to Tokaj ever.
Baldur and I were scheduled to take a train which would arrive in Tokaj at 6:10 in the evening, after which time we would meet Sarah, who was already there. At 6:08 the train stopped very briefly. We were indecisive about whether or not it was actually a train stop. Just before we could make up our minds to stand up and check it out, the train started moving.
I began acting clearly distressed, to the point where the man across from me asked where we wanted to get off, to which I responded, "Tokaj," to which he responded, "That's what I thought" (all in Hungarian!). He mentioned that, had he known, he could have helped us... My Hungarian was not sufficent to provide a response other than "Thanks."
We got off at the next stop, twenty minutes later. There was another train headed back in the direction we wanted to go in scheduled to leave in ten minutes. Being two square to hop on the train and wing it, we ran to the ticket counter, looked agitated for a couple of minutes, decided to get on the train sans tickets after all, ran back to the train, only to arrive at the platform exactly when it was pulling away... Fortunately for us, another train was leaving in an hour, so we got two tickets (each for less than you'd pay to take the metro once in NYC) and drank some train station beers (cheaper than the tickets!).
At 8:45 our local train chugged into Tokaj. This time I was smart enough to ask the friendly conductor which stop was ours (the fifth). We met up with Sarah, ate bean gulash soup (yum!) and drank some delicious Tokaj white wine. That part was good.
Sunday morning we woke up and enjoyed a leisurly breakfast in the Bacchus etterem, the only one in town that was open and that we hadn't visited yet. Before drinking more wine, we decided to scope out town... This took forty-five minutes, or approximately half the time it took to eat breakfast. When I pictured Tokaj, I imagined verdant vinyards stretching far as the eye can see, and rows of wine cellars, and dozens of restaurants serving hearty Hungarian cuisine. It is very cute, but really nothing like that at all. The three notable things about Tokaj are: 1. The cute houses, 2. A 500 meter high hill, 3. The site where the Bodrog (a small green river) flows into the Tisza (a larger, brown river). There are also some nice churches and a museum, but, it being Christian Europe and all, everything was closed.
We drink more wine! This was also a good part.
Around five or six, we think that maybe we should head back to Budapest... However, living in a city and being spoiled as a result, no one had thought to check any of the train times. So, we showed up only to find out that the last train had left twenty minutes before. Oops! This was more or less not a problem except for the fact that Baldur was supposed to be in class at 8:15 the next day... The only train that would sort of get us there on time left at 4:18 and involved one change of trains. Horry!
We had to find a new place to stay -- because late March is not tourist season, the one where we had stayed the night before had been more or less unheated. Certain members of our party were too cold; hence, plan B. From what we could tell, the first hotel had no space but their neighbors did. It was unclear whether we should call the neighbors or just show up, so we called another hotel instead. This place had space and wasn't too expensive, so we agreed to stay and started walking over.
On our way back to town, a car pulled up on the side of the road. The man inside (who spoke no English) said he had come from the hostel to pick us up. Seeing that we were skeptical and unwilling to hop in a car with a complete stranger in a small Hungarian town at night, he phoned up a woman who spoke some English... She and I negotiated; we were still skeptical; she also mentioned that the hostel was quite a ways out of town. We said no thanks and set out to find someplace else.
Eventually we passed one in town with the lights on, and things worked out well. It was a bit more expensive, but they had heating, comfortable beds, towels, internet access, and even breakfast in the morning (although this was moot for those of us waking up at quarter past three). We go to bed and sleep well.
There were two guys in the train station at four in the morning. One of them was just snoring a lot, but the other came over and tried to strike up a conversation... He might have asked where we came from, but I was understandable unwilling to talk to the kind of guy who wears grungy camouflage and sleeps in a train station before dawn, much less talk about being American. He didn't bother us anymore; the train came; we arrived in Budapest before eight. I slept from nine to eleven and have been on another planet ever since.
The end!
Baldur and I were scheduled to take a train which would arrive in Tokaj at 6:10 in the evening, after which time we would meet Sarah, who was already there. At 6:08 the train stopped very briefly. We were indecisive about whether or not it was actually a train stop. Just before we could make up our minds to stand up and check it out, the train started moving.
I began acting clearly distressed, to the point where the man across from me asked where we wanted to get off, to which I responded, "Tokaj," to which he responded, "That's what I thought" (all in Hungarian!). He mentioned that, had he known, he could have helped us... My Hungarian was not sufficent to provide a response other than "Thanks."
We got off at the next stop, twenty minutes later. There was another train headed back in the direction we wanted to go in scheduled to leave in ten minutes. Being two square to hop on the train and wing it, we ran to the ticket counter, looked agitated for a couple of minutes, decided to get on the train sans tickets after all, ran back to the train, only to arrive at the platform exactly when it was pulling away... Fortunately for us, another train was leaving in an hour, so we got two tickets (each for less than you'd pay to take the metro once in NYC) and drank some train station beers (cheaper than the tickets!).
At 8:45 our local train chugged into Tokaj. This time I was smart enough to ask the friendly conductor which stop was ours (the fifth). We met up with Sarah, ate bean gulash soup (yum!) and drank some delicious Tokaj white wine. That part was good.
Sunday morning we woke up and enjoyed a leisurly breakfast in the Bacchus etterem, the only one in town that was open and that we hadn't visited yet. Before drinking more wine, we decided to scope out town... This took forty-five minutes, or approximately half the time it took to eat breakfast. When I pictured Tokaj, I imagined verdant vinyards stretching far as the eye can see, and rows of wine cellars, and dozens of restaurants serving hearty Hungarian cuisine. It is very cute, but really nothing like that at all. The three notable things about Tokaj are: 1. The cute houses, 2. A 500 meter high hill, 3. The site where the Bodrog (a small green river) flows into the Tisza (a larger, brown river). There are also some nice churches and a museum, but, it being Christian Europe and all, everything was closed.
We drink more wine! This was also a good part.
Around five or six, we think that maybe we should head back to Budapest... However, living in a city and being spoiled as a result, no one had thought to check any of the train times. So, we showed up only to find out that the last train had left twenty minutes before. Oops! This was more or less not a problem except for the fact that Baldur was supposed to be in class at 8:15 the next day... The only train that would sort of get us there on time left at 4:18 and involved one change of trains. Horry!
We had to find a new place to stay -- because late March is not tourist season, the one where we had stayed the night before had been more or less unheated. Certain members of our party were too cold; hence, plan B. From what we could tell, the first hotel had no space but their neighbors did. It was unclear whether we should call the neighbors or just show up, so we called another hotel instead. This place had space and wasn't too expensive, so we agreed to stay and started walking over.
On our way back to town, a car pulled up on the side of the road. The man inside (who spoke no English) said he had come from the hostel to pick us up. Seeing that we were skeptical and unwilling to hop in a car with a complete stranger in a small Hungarian town at night, he phoned up a woman who spoke some English... She and I negotiated; we were still skeptical; she also mentioned that the hostel was quite a ways out of town. We said no thanks and set out to find someplace else.
Eventually we passed one in town with the lights on, and things worked out well. It was a bit more expensive, but they had heating, comfortable beds, towels, internet access, and even breakfast in the morning (although this was moot for those of us waking up at quarter past three). We go to bed and sleep well.
There were two guys in the train station at four in the morning. One of them was just snoring a lot, but the other came over and tried to strike up a conversation... He might have asked where we came from, but I was understandable unwilling to talk to the kind of guy who wears grungy camouflage and sleeps in a train station before dawn, much less talk about being American. He didn't bother us anymore; the train came; we arrived in Budapest before eight. I slept from nine to eleven and have been on another planet ever since.
The end!
Monday, March 23, 2009
So -- I got back from the Fulbright's Berlin Conference Thursday afternoon, and subsequently enjoyed the shortest week ever. The Conference was really great, although admittedly moslty thanks to the people and the location. A lot of the panels were extremely German-centric, which I suppose makes sense in light of the fact that over four hudred of the five hundred plus participants were from Germany. There was one grab-bag panel with the touchy-feely title "European Dimensions" which seemed to be for everyone else. One of our Hungarians spoke, as well as a guy from Slovakia, someone in Spain, a woman from Sardinia (who is an archeologist! How cool is that?), someone from Norway, and (dull and out of place), a man doing research at the LSE. The topics discussed were wide-ranging; my favorite, and one we should have spent more time on, was the issue of language, and how important it might be to speak the language of your host country. I think another audience member put it best when she pointed out that professionally, she was doing a disservice if she did not speak English. Socially, however, you lose a lot by not speaking Hungarian (or, fill in the language of your host country here).
A topic which we also spent a great deal of time on (much too much, in my opinion) was the racism/descrimination/immigration aspect of the host countries. I don't mean at all to imply that it's not important -- quite the contrary. Discrimination is a *huge* problem accross Europe, albeit one that varries substantially from place to place. However, the nicest way I could describe forty-five Americans talking to each other about descrimination abroad is "worthless and futile." I get immensely cynical when I think about how many Fulbrighters get money each year to come to this or that country and study the Roma problem, or the Turkish problem, or pick-your-favorite-immigrant-group-in-your-favorite-country problem, and how little actually changes. I'm sure a lot of people start nice academic careers for themselves, and maybe some of them end up working for non-profits or what have you, but at the end of the day no number of do-gooder Yankies can increase anybody's tolerance, or further anyone's integration into society: the impetus has to come from within the communities themselves.
Another problem I see with Americans, based purely on my own limited experience, is the failure to recoginze that while race in America does have many superficial similarities to race problems in other countries, the substantial differences are what set them apart. Discrimination is bad; everyone should have equal access to quality education; hating people based on their racial or ethnic backround is not okay. Etc. etc. However, Americans coming in and screening videos about Martin Luther King Jr. or preaching about the Civil Rights Movement are worthless because Hungarians see no parallels whatsoever in this regard between the United States and Hungary. None.
Sorry about the rant! I'm sure I offended somebody.
In other news, my great plans to have a delicious sandwich for lunch went terribly awry when I made it last night and put the tomatoes in. It was really, really soggy.
A topic which we also spent a great deal of time on (much too much, in my opinion) was the racism/descrimination/immigration aspect of the host countries. I don't mean at all to imply that it's not important -- quite the contrary. Discrimination is a *huge* problem accross Europe, albeit one that varries substantially from place to place. However, the nicest way I could describe forty-five Americans talking to each other about descrimination abroad is "worthless and futile." I get immensely cynical when I think about how many Fulbrighters get money each year to come to this or that country and study the Roma problem, or the Turkish problem, or pick-your-favorite-immigrant-group-in-your-favorite-country problem, and how little actually changes. I'm sure a lot of people start nice academic careers for themselves, and maybe some of them end up working for non-profits or what have you, but at the end of the day no number of do-gooder Yankies can increase anybody's tolerance, or further anyone's integration into society: the impetus has to come from within the communities themselves.
Another problem I see with Americans, based purely on my own limited experience, is the failure to recoginze that while race in America does have many superficial similarities to race problems in other countries, the substantial differences are what set them apart. Discrimination is bad; everyone should have equal access to quality education; hating people based on their racial or ethnic backround is not okay. Etc. etc. However, Americans coming in and screening videos about Martin Luther King Jr. or preaching about the Civil Rights Movement are worthless because Hungarians see no parallels whatsoever in this regard between the United States and Hungary. None.
Sorry about the rant! I'm sure I offended somebody.
In other news, my great plans to have a delicious sandwich for lunch went terribly awry when I made it last night and put the tomatoes in. It was really, really soggy.
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