jump to navigation

Well, it’s not pneumonia August 21, 2008

Posted by faranaaz in Life.
Tags: ,
add a comment

So I make my way over to Dr Royker’s offices this morning and he makes me breathe deep and cough and he goes, “Well, it’s not pneumonia.”

Which is great coz last night as I was lying in bed, rasping away, I thought “Ohmygod, I have pneumonia!”

But apparently I don’t, it’s just bronchitis. Whew, close one.

Lonely Monday March 31, 2008

Posted by faranaaz in Life, TV.
Tags: , ,
3 comments

So I’m feeling a bit lonely today. Not only am I lucid enough to have a realistic idea of how slowly time is passing but Sameer has gone off to campus to sort out his student card and his first assignment. His classes start tomorrow. So far today, I’ve made a trip to the market downstairs to get Strawberry Yoghurt Frosted Cheerios and a Downy Ball, bought a Subway sandwich, and saved a lady’s hat from traffic.

Cheerios are similar to Honey Nut O’s back home (they have that flavor too) but the O’s are really tiny in comparison. They’re tasty but obviously junk food cereal. As you know, I usually like to have both healthy cereal (low GI and fiberful) and junk food cereal (high in sugar, salt, and fat, and low in fibre) in the cupboard. My instant oats and fresh blueberries served me well but I felt I needed a change and some crunch. So Cheerios it was. They’re pretty good. Crunchy, tasty and with the cheerfully deceptive tang of strawberry. Of course, I was starving an hour after breakfast but, contrary to what the All Bran Flakes people say, you can’t get it all from one cereal. So I had some of those disgusting Oke-Dokes we got — artifically flavored buttered popcorn in a bag the size of toddler. Costs $3 and Sameer managed to polish most of it off in one sitting. I had to forcefully remove them from him. I much prefer my Garrett’s Caramel Crisp popcorn, which cost $2.50 for about one tenth the serving but lasts three times as long.

Uhm, what? Oh yes. The Downy Ball. Downy is a fabric softener that they have here. We bought some but couldn’t use it because you have to put it into a little plastic ball and pop it in with the wash. I bought it in anticipation of laundry day, which will probably be tomorrow. (I also anticipate that Ferzana will Skype Call us just as we head off to do the washing.)

Funny thing about the US – all their washing powder is, well, liquid. We went wandering up and down aisles at Target when we first got here, looking for a box of washing powder and we just couldn’t find it. It didn’t help that it was so hard to find a label that said “detergent” anywhere on the bottles. We had to really look hard to find them. Eventually we settled on Tide, because it sounded familiar. I just found it so strange because in SA and also in the UK, they have powder detergent and liquid fabric softener, or those dissolving cubes that the O’ Donaghues had. But liquid and liquid? It was just a bit strange. Anyway, now we have our Downy ball so we can add fabric softener to the wash.

Anyway, after breakfast I surfed the Net, a lot. Not in the sense of flicking from site to site looking at arb stuff but more in the looking for interesting articles to read. That meant trips to Salon, Slate, and the New York Times. And of course my compulsory stop at YouTube. And then it was lunch time, what do you know?

So, I had $5.90 to my name and didn’t think that I should use all of it. I considered going back down to the market for soup but I got there and all the soup smelled so disgusting I gave up. (Note to self: cook your own soup!) Considered going to Panda Express – my new favourite take-out place – for Chinese but decided to try to save some money and instead went to Subway. It’s the advertising I tell you. They have this advert that comes on no less than 15 times a day (not even exaggerating) and it’s people in different situation making hand signals and the soundtrack goes “Five! Five Dollar! Five Dollar Footlong! At Subway!” and after about the third time I saw it I started singing along every time it comes on and it drives Sameer absolutely crazy. :P

On the way back, I saw a woman in a Cubs hat crossing the street, pulling a huge cart piled high with boxes and bags. The wind swept her hat off her head and into the traffic. She looked at the hat kind of regretfully as it blew further and further away from her, and then just walked off. I waited for the lights to go red, then made my way between the cars to retrieve her hat, which had stopped rolling around. Then I ran after her and gave it back. She seemed surprised and I felt like I’d done a good deed. Then I felt really fatigued and tired. I guess the flu may be over but I’m still recovering.

Anyway, many jalapenos later, I’m back at the PC. There was a brief interlude with the parents who, I think were just trying to show the family how Skype video chats work, coz they got me to dig out the webcam and hook it up and point around the room with it and asked me what I’ve been up to and I gave them the same answer I’ve given them the last three days – nothing much. Sad, boring but true.

Right now I’m watching the Battlestar Galactica season 1 episode “Hand of God” and I’ve finally found out which episode of the series the song Wander my Friends is from. :) Whenever I listen to that I try to remember what the context was, because it’s so Irish and seemingly out of place in the BSG world, and now I remember, so yay! I thought it was pretty well used in the episode – not too overbearing or too emotional.

They’re having a BSG marathon on the Sci-Fi channel – nothing but BSG from 8am to 6pm this evening. :D It’s a great way to catch up with everything before season 4. I think they’ll probably run through all three preceding seasons before Friday. It’s cool because you forget about all the tiny things that happen to the characters, little mysteries that get glossed over or forgotten, places characters have come from and things that motivate them. I am so psyched for season four! At least I don’t have long to wait – season four premiers this Friday “10/9 central”. I have cleared my nonexistant calendar.

I’ve also noticed that the intro here in the States is different from the one they show in the UK and in SA. It’s got some arb mood music instead of the awesome mantra that we get with our intro. (Sorry Bear but you know Raya’s intro is way cooler!) For those of you who’ve never seen Battlestar, here’s a taster, along with Bear McCreary and Raya Yarbrough’s awesome Hindi inspired intro.

On non-standard McDonald’s products and lack of excitement in my life March 30, 2008

Posted by faranaaz in Life.
Tags: , , , ,
4 comments

So I’ve been in bed for the past, oh five days or so. Needless to say, Sameer is totally bored out of his mind. I’ve just been drifting in and out of sleep so it seems more like three days in bed, hence I’m not quite as bored as he is.

I told Sameer I was happy to go out with him later this evening so we tried to book Pablo Francisco tickets. But the online booking thingy didn’t want to accept his non-US credit cards and the trip planner outlined a walk-train-bus-walk strategy that wound up being about an hour either way. And that I was not so enthusiastic about. I couldn’t quite hide my lack of enthusiasm from Sameer (he knows me too well) and he didn’t go to extreme measures to find an alternate way to book the tickets. So here I am again, in bed, watching the umpteenth episode of CSI on Spike TV. (At a certain point it starts to feel like you’re just watching one looonnngg episode.) So we’re staying in again and having toasted sandwiches and orange juice for dinner.

Anyway, let me tell you about how completely disappointed I am in McDonald’s. I mean, I thought McDs was supposed to be all about standards and standardization. The beauty of McDs is that if you’re in a foreign country and can’t read the menu, you can order your meal and still know exactly what will be in it and how it will taste. Well I’ve just found out that this is a complete fallacy! McDonald’s has differences!

As some of you may know, I am super addicted to MacDonald’s apple pies. They are the most divine, most delectable desserts. I have even on occasion been known to make special trips to McDs to buy nothing but milkshakes and apple pies. They have the thick, cinnamony syprup, the tender apple cubes, and the best part – the crunchy, bubbly, philo-like pastry. Heaven!

So last night I ask Sameer to get me an apple pie from the McDs downstairs, and settle in for coffee and apple pie. I open the box and the smell of apple comes wafting out – hmmmmm… Then I removed the pie from the packaging and – horror. Dull, powdery, non-crunchy pastry! I took one look at it and knew what it would taste like. I steeled myself for one bite, too many! Ugh!!! Sameer wouldn’t even taste it, it looked that gross. It tasted flat and doughy. There wasn’t even the telltale crunchy sound when you bit into it. The filling didn’t even ooze! I was totally grossed out and had to toss the remainder of the pie.

I could not believe that McDs could drop their standards this way. Surely they wouldn’t trade in the fabulous South African/British McDs apple pie for this pretender? Or what, is this just standard American pie? Please God, no! Not after watching Waitress and dreaming of Nathan Fillion and hundreds of different types of pie – peach pie, banana caramel pie, cherry pie. The list goes on as does the visual imagery. My dreams are shattered…

Quickly, change of topic.

I’m reading: Wizard’s First Rule (Terry Goodkind)
I’m listening to: nothing!
I’m playing: Gears of War on Xbox Live in black and white (long story) by proxy ie Sameer is actually playing and I’m just watching. I refuse to play until we get this darn PAL/NTSC thing sorted out.
I’m watching: YouTube videos of people playing Guitar Hero, way too much CSI and season 2 of 30 Rock

Weekend, do what you wanna do, weekend! February 23, 2008

Posted by faranaaz in Life, Work.
Tags: , , , ,
2 comments

Oi! Going back to work after two month’s of nothing but lazing about and reading really helps you appreciate a day off!

I think I may have failed to mention it directly but I actually worked this week. :P Five days of data entry out in Waterbeach. Ye gads! Not even Waterbeach – the frikkin Research Park!

In the words of Inigo Montoya “Lemme ’splain. No, it take too long. Lemme sum up”.

The Cambridge Research Park is over half an hour away from Cambridge proper by bus. The bus departs from the Drummer Street bus station once every hour. The Drummer Street bus station is a 10 minute cycle from Wolfson, 15 minutes if you’re a sick duck, which I am. So I’ve been up after six each day this week to get dressed in the dark, so as not to wake sensitive, light-sleeping eat cereal alone in the servery, cycle to the bus station, and then catch the bus to the Research Park by 8.

Hey, this short story is turning into quite a long one. Ignore the Inigo Montoya quote above, I was just trying to get a Princess Bride reference in somewhere.

So, firstly, cold much. And secondly, being sick and cycling in the cold is also not so good but I didn’t want to turn down the first substantial job I got offered, especially when it’s something as simple as data entry, which I can pretty much do in my sleep. Easy money, and most pathetically, on an hour by hour basis, it pays about the same as my job at Laragh. Freaky and slightly depressing.

So anyway, the place was interesting enough. It was called Elecheck which I, thinking logically, pronounced Ele-check. I get there, and people are answering phones saying “Good morning, Elec Check, how may I help you?” And I was like, huh? Did I miss a C or a squared sign?

So what they do is send “engineers” out to test portable equipment for faults and electrical problems. Well, being married to an engineer, I know that this is not what engineers actually do. These people are actually electricians with delusions of grandeur. I mean, Sameer is a proper engineer. His job at Koeberg was to go out each morning and check that all the batteries were working but that’s different. Those were bigger batteries, house sized ones, hence there was actual grandeur, not imaginary ones.

Anyway, lets move on. My job was to type of the job sheets, which are written out by the engineers. Some have lovely handwriting, and some, well oi. Indeciferable much. So, it was alright. Lots of the old “typety-type” ala HomeChoice and also, since I had my iPod playing all the music I used to work at Laragh, there were some nostalgic moments too. I especially realized how much I missed the quirky people at Laragh, and the laid back attitude. You know, the one we had back in 2006. ;)

It had a very HomeChoicy atmosphere with a few odd quirks, such as:
1. The Sales Director, Marco, would come in each morning and, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, call out “Good morning people, remember – Don’t just check it. Elec-check it!”
2. The women in admin would react to this with varying degrees of amusement and irritation.
3. They had a “Banana Bread Challenge” on Friday. Someone had challenged someone else concerning the quality of their banana bread. So they both baked, cut the cake, put it on separate platters labelled A and B, then offered everyone a piece of each. They also gave us color-printed ballot forms that said “Banana Bread Challenge Voting Form” and had two check boxes – A and B. We had to tick one and place it in the ballot box by end of day.
4. The ladies bathroom had intimate wipes. Nifty. I’ve never seen that before in a bathroom but I’m all in favour of it catching on. :P
5. Their server only backs things up at the end of the day. By G_d that is a recipe for disaster! I accidentally deleted a spreadsheet that listed 1050 items on it and found that it wasn’t in my Recycle Bin coz everything runs off remote servers! They had to call their IT people to retrieve it for me, which thankfully they were able to do but come on – asking for trouble much?
6. It turned out that the woman who was overseeing us temps used to be married to a South African, lived there for about 15 years, and both her kids still live there. Not only that but her son, Shane, converted to Islam and married a Muslim girl named Tasneem, from some place north of Durban! Small world and weird co-incidences! Through my woefully inadequate iPod headphones, I heard her scolding some of the girls in Zulu at one point. It was so strange and interesting.

So anyway, being me, instead of getting better and better, I just got sicker and sicker. Feeling phlegmy and cycling to work at a leasurely clip, not bad. Running from the office at 17:00 to make your 17:05 bus, not so much fun. (The bus stops quite a distance from the office.) I was in some serious pain each afternoon, knife in the chest like pain, and that one simple factor was what put me off the whole thing. (For some obscure reason they are not very pro letting you leave early at this place.)

Anyway, it’s over now. Except that I may be asked to go back in the week again. :P I’m a sucker for money so I might actually say yes but it all depends on how I feel. Or on how badly I want the complete Angel DVD boxed set… Gotto say, right now I want it pretty bad. I have absolutely no resistance to temptation. It’s a failing. Thank G_d I don’t drink or do drugs. I would be such an addict.

I think I’d be a terrible druggy. I’d wander around in a stupor, all red eyed, with Shreddies crumbs down my shirt, shouting at random passerbys in off kilter gam. “Jou ma! Verby vannie yaad af! Haal uit en wys, wat kine?”

Yes, it is late now. And it being weekend, I can sleep in and have brunch that does not consist of Frosted Shreddies and reconstituted milk.

[There needs to be a whole 'nother post about the glory of Shreddies. But 'tis for another day.]

In lieu of pictures (coz I haven’t taken any since last week), I leave you with this strange but amusing YouTube video – the Obama/Guiliani dancing girl face off – hi-larious!

I’m too sick to blog February 18, 2008

Posted by faranaaz in Towns, Travel.
Tags: ,
add a comment

*cough cough wheeze*

And I had to walk home from the bus stop today in the cold. Took me the better part of an hour – noooo!!! I woke up this morning thinking “I should call in sick, and then just lie here all day in my warm bed, drifting in and out of sleep, all nuzzly and warm.”

And while I tried to write that, I kept thinking “Lay down? Lie down? What the heck is it?”

Well for all you grammarly sticklers out there, here it is:

usage lay has been used intransitively in the sense of “lie” since the 14th century. The practice was unremarked until around 1770; attempts to correct it have been a fixture of schoolbooks ever since. Generations of teachers and critics have succeeded in taming most literary and learned writing, but intransitive lay persists in familiar speech and is a bit more common in general prose than one might suspect. Much of the problem lies in the confusing similarity of the principal parts of the two words. Another influence may be a folk belief that lie is for people and lay is for things. Some commentators are ready to abandon the distinction, suggesting that lay is on the rise socially. But if it does rise to respectability, it is sure to do so slowly: many people have invested effort in learning to keep lie and lay distinct. Remember that even though many people do use lay for lie, others will judge you unfavorably if you do.

Lifted direct from the Merriam Webster online dictionary. So while you ponder the transitional nature of grammatical superiority, I’ll go lay down and get some shuteye before tomorrow, which will surely bring more cycling, walking, and yes, even running.

My kind and generous nature insists that I leave you with this image. Sweet dreams.