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Ghana in Reverse (Nine)

Posted in GFYS, Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 23, 2013 by ccartlidge

Apparently, baboons will steal your food if you let them. Especially if you are a small human. They know we won’t do anything, they know. They know, and now I know that one must exercise constant vigilance when eating food outside in Northern Ghana. Baboons are quite resourceful. Also, hate if you want, but warthogs are adorable.

Elephants: we were probably closer to them than we should have been.

Everyone knows that while truth may form the basis of stereotypes, they are never ever always true no matter how smug, elated, or otherwise it may make someone to think that they are. One example is that not all Ghanaians are non-violent and willing to tolerate Obronis; some of them have guns and use them.

Witch camps: horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, sexist, horrible, awful.

(Far too many people in the States have guns and use them. Even in the context of political and social revolution, the Second Amendment to the United States Constitution assumes a lot about the generalized good intentions of human nature and really is quite frightening. Angry people with guns are scary, especially when there are no deer around.)

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Ghana in Reverse (Five)

Posted in GFYS, Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2013 by ccartlidge

A bunch of us went on a road trip to Togo and back. I had to be convinced to go because I really dislike traveling in a large group, but I need to get out more. The market here is a fluffy, fluffy bed of unicorn farts next to the one that we got lost in (although admittedly I didn’t have to think about hookworms in Lomé and I did get my foot run over that one time in Cape). We had a Lebanese barbecue, smoked hookah, couldn’t avoid an incredibly uncomfortable political conversation, found a free beer fest, went hiking, and rode a swing shaped like a penis. Also, a few lovely ladies gifted me with good juju in the form of a bottle opener carved from ebony wood.

There are tiny ants everywhere. They are so miniscule, they live in my laptop and crawl out from the keyboard when I open it up. It doesn’t seem to make a functional difference, but DVDs don’t play anymore. I don’t think it’s actually related because those ants are really, really tiny.

I’ve discovered a second alter ego. She had a shit fit around 7 one morning and came out swinging, cursing and screaming (and crying of course because that’s apparently how I roll here). Quote of the morning: “Bitch, that ain’t my job!” It’s fascinating what a person does when they’re inhibitions aren’t functioning that well. It’s a little embarrassing to think about it, as many things are, but I do enjoy that I thought it was funny even while it was happening. I am a walking sitcom. It’s a good thing life starts so early, otherwise I would have woken everyone up. There are no secrets in this house anyway.

Frankie hasn’t had the opportunity to show up since I’ve been here. At first, I was happy to know I wouldn’t need to deal with his drunk frat boy act (and it is still nice to know that at least my current co-workers probably won’t meet him), but I think everyone has a part of their life that is largely misunderstood and Frankie is one of mine. Damn it, I am frustrated. Don’t get me wrong: I wish Frankie hadn’t shown up in the first place, years ago, but he makes me feel normal in a strange way. I miss that cocky bastard.

Also, I think way, way too much.

Ghana in Reverse (Three)

Posted in GFYS, Literary Masterpieces, Loves, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2012 by ccartlidge

It’s late November, give or take. Everything seems to be coming full circle with the annoying, early morning atmospheric noise. (It’s a good thing I’ve compensated for this.) Three political parties in Ghana have been campaigning for a while and the elections happen on December 7th. Political campaigns in Ghana are less like the unconscionable American television advertisements and more like parades starting at 6 am, consisting of trucks with giant speakers blasting Hiplife and followed by excited supporters. On Sundays these are preceded by the Jesus Parades as well. I leave Ghana just a day before the election, which of course means that I will miss it. No matter, the incumbent always wins (even if the incumbent happens to have died in office).

Ghana is an extremely religious country, so religious in fact that to be gay is illegal. The organization maintains that it is secular, and this is one of the reasons I was comfortable taking the job. I’ve found that this is not strictly true. Every staff meeting starts and ends with a prayer. Every. Single. Damned. One. I shouldn’t have to state that this really pisses me off (this really pisses me off), but I decided a few months ago that I would not go out of my way to explain my opposition to the practice unless pressed, as I have enough problems without people chasing me with pitchforks machetes. A few times I was asked to lead one, which I deflected without incident. However, I did decide that it would be great fun to do the last prayer, at my last staff meeting, just for shits and giggles. Coincidentally, this is the only staff meeting that didn’t have even one. Well played.

There’s no nutritious food, no distractions, no box wine, and I still haven’t been lucky enough to go more than a day or two without crying. I’m drinking my dinner in the form of awful whiskey cut with a lot of water and eating Laughing Cow cheese with awful wheat crackers. (I hate that bejeweled bovine. She laughs at us, not with us. Hideous cow.) At least I’m eating wheat crackers and not those cheap Chinese butter crackers that occasionally have something foreign embedded in them. I daydream about Broccoli.

I gots bicycles on the brain.

Posted in Design, Rants with tags , on July 24, 2011 by ccartlidge

Aesthetically this isn’t really my style, but I love the message and propaganda aspect is thought-provoking. Plus: bikes! Check out the link attached to the image and read the article to get the back story. The illustrator is Nick Dewar.

I think I may like this poster because I enjoy romanticizing old-school American politics and thinking about a time when people didn’t consider political fodder to be things like abortion, technology and apathy hadn’t yet ruined our active lifestyles and gastrointestinal tracts (read: fatties working at desks all day. THIS IS YOUR FUTURE AMERICA), men wore pants that fit correctly and no one used the phrase “Fuckin’ A”. But then again: Gender inequality! Segregation! SYPHILIS! I suppose douchebaggery is one of the many great traditions of human culture that simply evolves it’s look every few decades. Like Madonna!