Something short and sweet here and not really related to much of anything Egyptian...
I was hoping to expand this entry much more over the course of the remaining few months I had in Egypt, but alas, it was not to be. The roommate I was living with moved to another apartment in town where the speakers for the morning call-to-prayer, which comes in anywhere from about 3:15-4am, weren't quite so situated right outside his window...
I suppose the idea for this blog came from him posting a pretty entertaining Facebook update showing what it was like speaking Arabic with me - a delicious mixture between formal and colloquial registers. I'd like to add that I've gotten a little better at picking one and sticking with it, so I hope at least. In any case, I decided I should return the favor and hence it was that I began eavesdropping on his Skype calls he held in the living room (which really wasn't much of eaves dropping at all) trying to catch any jewels I could from what he said. And jewels there were!
The operation though was cut short by his moving and so all of what I caught is recorded here. Of assurity, gems of past speech of his are left un-recorded by yours truly and of assurity there are still new treasures being said by him every day...So here I present three sentences (if only I had more!), taken out of context, for your reading pleasure.
"Pocket integrity. You don't really preserve pocket integrity."
"How bad can a horse mask smell?!"
"Yea, I love Ataturk. He's the best thing that's happened to Turkey. Turkey has him to thank for everything it has."
I was hoping to expand this entry much more over the course of the remaining few months I had in Egypt, but alas, it was not to be. The roommate I was living with moved to another apartment in town where the speakers for the morning call-to-prayer, which comes in anywhere from about 3:15-4am, weren't quite so situated right outside his window...
I suppose the idea for this blog came from him posting a pretty entertaining Facebook update showing what it was like speaking Arabic with me - a delicious mixture between formal and colloquial registers. I'd like to add that I've gotten a little better at picking one and sticking with it, so I hope at least. In any case, I decided I should return the favor and hence it was that I began eavesdropping on his Skype calls he held in the living room (which really wasn't much of eaves dropping at all) trying to catch any jewels I could from what he said. And jewels there were!
The operation though was cut short by his moving and so all of what I caught is recorded here. Of assurity, gems of past speech of his are left un-recorded by yours truly and of assurity there are still new treasures being said by him every day...So here I present three sentences (if only I had more!), taken out of context, for your reading pleasure.
"Pocket integrity. You don't really preserve pocket integrity."
"How bad can a horse mask smell?!"
"Yea, I love Ataturk. He's the best thing that's happened to Turkey. Turkey has him to thank for everything it has."
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