August 2005 Archives

Happy Birthday, Rae!



I have way too few pictures of my sister. I actually had to pilfer this off of her blog - the only other photo I had of her was one where she was stuffing her face with crepes (lovely, actually). I love this one, though - her smile, the way her hair falls, the direction of her eyes, her skin - everything!

Anywho - happy birthday to my sista'!

A big dollop of congratulations and good luck as she is just about to start her first ever teaching job! Yahoo! My sister is a teacher! (this has been pre-destined for, like, ever, so seeing her finally achieve it is so totally awesome and cool!)

As a child, school always started the week after Rachael's birthday. When, one year, it turned out that we started back to school before Rae's birthday I nearly had a heart attack. It totally set my universe into a tailspin. I mean, seriously, Rae's birthday was a sign that school was to start! Talk about sacrilege!

Sjona's Gettin' Hitched!


I first introduced y'all to Sjona last year. Well, well, well, much has happened since then - even unbeknownst to me [I know, shocking really]. Like she took a trip back to visit her family in Chile. Now, why would she do that?


That's because, former Spanish translator for the Universal House of Justice, Ms. Sjona B., is getting married!!!!!!!!

Congratulations, Ms. Sjona.

Dear Jason,

We, your intended's beloved friends, wish you to know - from the bottom of our hearts* - that if you inflict harm upon her in any way, shape, or form we will hunt you down. So don't. Got it? [several of us have a hunting license] :D

Greeeaaat! Well, then - party on! YAAHOO!!!

And umm, has anyone noticed that your names are rearrangements of the other's name? Freaky!

*not, however, from our bottoms

My Hero


My husband is my hero.

It's 10:48 p.m. and he's studying Hebrew so that he can charm his way into a sherut (a van taxi) for some friends who need to go to the airport tomorrow at midnight (that's Friday evening - shabbat [sabbath]). They've already tried and got all negative responses and one guy who wanted to charge extra and take them there an hour and a half early.

Yup, he's my hero.

Secret Shopper

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"Is service offered in the spirit of secrecy, secret service?"*

One of my friends, who comes here on occasion to translate French when he's not busying being a doctor, came up with that one.

Well, anyway, I've gotten a bit of a reputation here it seems.

We have a grocery store here on the 'campus' of the Baha'i World Centre. It's not huge, but it is largely adequate. While my parents were here, my father served as a consultant for them for a few days since he has a number of years of experience in the food industry (working for the largest food corp. in the States actually). Anyway, so the manager knows my dad and he knows me.

Well, the entire Baha'i World Centre is run on donations from the Baha'i World, so we tend to be fairly money-conscious. These are individuals' sacrifices we're talking about. So, when I notice they've charged me incorrectly on my receipt, I notify them - whether it's 'in my favor' or not. I also notify them when I notice moldy cheese, an incorrectly translated label (from Hebrew), etc.

The other day the manager caught me closely inspecting a bottle of water. As I'd picked it up to purchase it, I noticed it was wet. So I was checking to see whether it came from the inside or something external. As he watched me, he said "I swear Mara, you must have picked this up from your Dad. You should be a secret shopper!"

Hmmm... future employment opportunity? I do love grocery shopping!


*A play on "Work done in the spirit of service is the highest form of worship" ('Abdu'l-Baha, Divine Philosophy, p. 83).

Garbage Disposals and PAM


I have some consultants here for a visit. It's absolutely wonderful to have a office full of people working on our backlog of translations - which occurred when I was literally alone in the office for a week (plus training time).

They're European. Western European. I guess I'd assumed that we, as westerners, were pretty much familiar with the same things. These past two weeks have proven me wrong.

I had the consulting couple over for dinner one evening. Among other things, we had pasta. After dinner, we went in to the kitchen to clean up and the wife, discovering there were about two bites of pasta left, teased her husband a bit about finishing it up. With a sigh, he said, "I have a reputation on three continents, might as well add a fourth", and ate the pasta. I mentioned that in my family, we would refer to him as "the human garbage disposal". Being British, he replied, "Yes, but in my family we call it a 'rubbish bin'". In my innocence, I said, "oh, I thought that just meant the trash." Which he confirmed, so I explained that I meant a garbage disposal system. They both sort of shot each other a look, and he said in astonishment, "You mean, those things actually exist?!" Apparently, they'd only ever seen them in horror films - a genre I largely eschew. They spoke of people being ground up by these things, to which I replied, "well, I did say it was for organic materials"....

Another evening we made pizza together and I sprayed PAM on the pan before putting the dough on it. Again, "what is that?!"

I must admit, I thought, "wow, are we Americans totally gadget obsessed or are they just SOOOO behind?!" I suppose that with what can be very old systems in Europe, one never knows whether organic materials would simply clog up pipes that were never meant to hold anything but water? And even if PAM is somehow problematic for someone, Misto just ROCKS (you know, the pump spray bottle that you can put any oil in). Wow, Europe is missing out.

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