Archive for July, 2012

My found Toms have tire tread marks on them now.

Posted in Literary Masterpieces with tags , , , , , on July 11, 2012 by ccartlidge

So, today was the first time a car has run over my foot. I’m fine and it was a surprisingly low-key affair but a car ran over my foot at the market. Have I mentioned how chaotic and crowded they are? In addition to the complete lack of traffic rules, the market is serious business for a dumbass.

It was mostly the toes and flat part luckily, and hurt, kind of, but was sore and seemed to buzz a little bit, which I found odd. I was didn’t really do or say anything but inspect my foot for damage and say probably just “um” and “okay”. I was pleased to walk around in a cloud for a while after that. Everyone is so considerate.

Lesson learned: when there’s no sidewalk, it’s all street (and Ghanaians have much different concepts of personal space than I do).



Posted in Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Rants with tags , , , , , , , on July 10, 2012 by ccartlidge

Even frozen, thawed, frozen again, and then steamed it was exciting. Texture not so much, but let me say that I’ve never found the color of broccoli as vivid and congenial as I do today. Broccoli is boisterously exciting, did you know? I fucking love broccoli, for realsies.

In no particular order, here is a list of food items that may or may not cause a violently disgusting, projectile bodily reaction in me upon seeing them on any continent other than Africa:

РOmelettes (and other predominantly egg-based foods with the possible exception of Quich̩)

– White Bread

– Laughing Cow Cheese (I’m sorry: “Cheese”)

– Eggplant, any size or color

– Yams

– Cookies, Crackers, Biscuits (really anything sweet and starchy that comes in a shiny package)


[On a side note, does Scurvy cause teeth to fall out? Because I’m not crazy interested in that.]