i want a deep fried turkey

2011/06/11 i want a deep fried turkey

Nothing is happening here but I thought I still owed the few people who check up on me a post.  Brianna’s family has left the island, and the school year is almost over.  TG lives in Korea now teaching some kids English and apparently they discussed the best way to kill a zombie this week.  I have been healthy again for almost a month, no injections in my behind recently.  My English Club is preparing a routine for the school festival on the 19^th and they have selected to sing and dance to “That’s the Way it Is” by Celine Dion.  Yes.  I clearly had nothing to do with the selection of the song, all my suggestions were rejected and they argued for a week between Celine Dion and Westlife.

In my town is the second largest zebu market outside of Tana, and I don’t know if this has come across as such but cows are a big part of the culture here.  Everyone eats cow, they usually kill them for ceremonies and parties, and they are a symbol of being awesome here.  As a result cow thievery is also a problem.  The cow thieves are “dahalo” in Malagasy.  I haven’t had any encounters with these folks as I don’t live near the cow market and it usually happens out in the countryside at night.  BUT the rednecks that live behind my house (constantly screaming, fights always going on, a million kids, what looks like a wooden carport back there, no car, late night parties and I am pretty sure they smoke things beyond tobacco back there, the helpers on my compound were commenting on this the other day) have a cow back there and a dahalo came through and snatched it up.  So a mass mob instantly formed and chased this man and the cow through town yelling for police and such and with really big sticks and knives.  Eventually the mass mob came back with the cow but no dahalo so I guess the guy managed to escape and therefore didn’t have to endure public humiliation via being chained to a public place or worse death.

There is a Tea and Talk English conversation club that happens every week in Fianar and Brittany a PCV in town goes every week and I attend when I am in town.  This week the topic was university and Brittany’s sister was in from America so they interviewed her about college life (she is a student at UGA).  We discussed a range of things on university but we also taught them some songs we sing/yell at football games.  So now there are 8 Malagasy people who know how to chant “It’s great to be a Tennessee Vol.”

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