A Newspaper Article, Q-tip and the KETA ...
My new host dad came back from Korea. He's laid back, plays chess, and speaks Kazakh. I think he will be a positive addition to the apartment. Of course, I haven't seen how he and Chingiz get along together, since Chingis is doing his practicum in Astana.
For this month's Kokshetau English Teachers' Association meeting I did a fill-in-the-blanks listening exercise with A Tribe Called Quest's "Check the Rhime". Imagine me and a room full of middle-aged Kazakh women:
Me: Teachers! Fifer lets it rip into what?
Teachers: The microphone!
Me: He keeps his hoes in what?
Teachers: In check!
Me: And what goes out to all the wack emcees?
Teachers: The middle finger!
This weekend I'm going to Karaganda for what promises to be a disgustingly American Thanksgiving weekend. All the older volunteers, even the laid-back non-party types insist that the Karaganda Thanksgiving is a must-see, and that we will be so sick of American culture by Sunday that we won't want to see other volunteers for a month.
I've gone soft, and I can't figure this out. If any of the geeks who read my blog can help me, I'd appreciate it. Can you prove that if n is a positive integer and x is prime, that x divides n^(x-1)+1? It's driving me crazy.
Finally, I have labourously translated from Russian a newspaper article written about me by a reporter whom I met an a wedding. I didn't know eighty-seven of its words. This article illustrates the dangers of a reporter who wants to be sensationalistic and who doesn't speak English very well. Despite the misquotes, inferences, and a couple insulting passages, I have to say it could have been much worse. So I think I'll turn down future requests for interviews. You can get it here.
For this month's Kokshetau English Teachers' Association meeting I did a fill-in-the-blanks listening exercise with A Tribe Called Quest's "Check the Rhime". Imagine me and a room full of middle-aged Kazakh women:
Me: Teachers! Fifer lets it rip into what?
Teachers: The microphone!
Me: He keeps his hoes in what?
Teachers: In check!
Me: And what goes out to all the wack emcees?
Teachers: The middle finger!
This weekend I'm going to Karaganda for what promises to be a disgustingly American Thanksgiving weekend. All the older volunteers, even the laid-back non-party types insist that the Karaganda Thanksgiving is a must-see, and that we will be so sick of American culture by Sunday that we won't want to see other volunteers for a month.
I've gone soft, and I can't figure this out. If any of the geeks who read my blog can help me, I'd appreciate it. Can you prove that if n is a positive integer and x is prime, that x divides n^(x-1)+1? It's driving me crazy.
Finally, I have labourously translated from Russian a newspaper article written about me by a reporter whom I met an a wedding. I didn't know eighty-seven of its words. This article illustrates the dangers of a reporter who wants to be sensationalistic and who doesn't speak English very well. Despite the misquotes, inferences, and a couple insulting passages, I have to say it could have been much worse. So I think I'll turn down future requests for interviews. You can get it here.
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