Archive for May, 2012

Upon finding yourself living in a pool of standing mosquito water.

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Rants with tags , , , , , on May 29, 2012 by ccartlidge

Now it’s rainy season. It wasn’t two days ago, but definitely is now. In Portland, rain is a poor life excuse because it’s just rain, wear a raincoat, Princess. This is no longer true. Accounting for the fact that I haven’t been here that long, it seems like when it rains it torrents and then less for a while after that and more often than not I’m in a space that becomes a small pond. Stormwater fucks with shit and this has ramifications beyond discomfort and inevitable water damage. Apparently, rainy season is serious.

Good soul, what is that awful sound?

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Rants with tags , , , , , on May 27, 2012 by ccartlidge

It’s a goat and they do make the most awful sounds. They are everywhere, but thankfully don’t usually seem to make any noise. I suppose it could also be a dog, but that’s unlikely and the dog would have to be pretty fucked up as well and I prefer not to think of it as a dog. Take note Mother: some goats make awful sounds.

All Aboard the Jesus Train

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Rants with tags , , , , on May 27, 2012 by ccartlidge

Sunday morning is the most important day of the week around these parts and calls for a celebration. Ghanaians get up very early (as does Jesus apparently). The Jesus Train consists of what is perhaps three or four separate groups of about 20 individuals who walk down our street singing jubilantly, sometimes with drums. They are singing in Fante and I don’t understand, but there is only one reason for a six am wake-up call on Sunday and that is Jesus. Sometimes it sounds like they’re in the house.

I’m happy you’re happy and that I don’t understand Fante and the music is enjoyable but it’s honestly six am.

All Aboard the Jesus Train

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 27, 2012 by ccartlidge

Sunday morning is the most important day of the week around these parts and calls for a celebration. Ghanaians get up very early (as does Jesus apparently). The Jesus Train consists of what is perhaps three or four separate groups of about 20 individuals who walk down our street singing jubilantly, sometimes with drums. They are singing in Fante and I don’t understand, but there is only one reason for a six am wake-up call on Sunday and that is Jesus. Sometimes it sounds like they’re in the house.

I’m happy you’re happy and that I don’t understand Fante and the music is enjoyable but it’s honestly six am.

I dislike cats, especially the ones that live in my house.

Posted in Rants with tags , , , , on May 25, 2012 by ccartlidge

Today I found out that if you shake a pickup truck, more gas fits in the tank. Science, people.

Also, my housemates have taken it upon themselves to welcome a small cat into our house. They are calling it Chance, because they apparently think cats are cute. I’m calling him Suleyman the Magnificent because he shits on everything (no strict relation to the legacy of the human Suleyman).

I’m moving up in the world.

Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Rants, Uncategorized with tags , , on May 24, 2012 by ccartlidge

This is my first smartphone, and I’m using it to write a blog post because the power has gone out again. I’m more connected in Ghana than I was in the States. And yet no running water (fine) and every month the power goes out for half the day over the course of about a week (note to self: build recurring power outages into schedule) and there are a lot of bugs in Africa (I try not to think of all the ‘non-traditional’ food items I’ve eaten unintentionally since arriving two and a half weeks ago) and for all this I’m grateful. It does make it awfully difficult to get any work done or sleep at night if the power is out (especially when the power is out) but on the other hand the pineapples are always ridiculously delicious. And its mango season too! I miss broccoli.

Ghana and the sauce

Posted in Aesthetic Day, Literary Masterpieces with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2012 by ccartlidge

The sauce being the keyword there. Because I imagine a severe dearth of it. (Side note: whiskey is delicious and I’m very sorry I didn’t open up to it earlier. Either that or eternally grateful. You know, given how poorly I respond to tequila. Sorry, Geoff). Also: a severe dearth of the innerwebs. Upon my return in November or December or sometime decidedly earlier than next May (Sorry, Danielle), I might have 20 posts at once.  Until then…

There is a human, who I’ll call “Parenthesis Brit”. I didn’t realize until a few days ago that he might be the king of backhanded compliments. Desperately, I hope I’m overreacting. (I’m known to do this). BUT. If I’m not overreacting than either A) I was wrong, B) We were both wrong, C) He’s wrong, or D) One of the above combined with my severe self-doubt regardless of who is actually wrong, if anyone at all. At least part of D) is true.

(Also, I was being serious about Ghana).

(On a super side note, Adam Yauch will be missed. Rest in peace, MCA)