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2008年11月15日 星期六
2008年8月15日 星期五
2008年8月1日 星期五
darkhan bookstudy
a score of us gathered in an upper room...no group or congregation as of yet in this second largest population centre in outer mongolia.
aren't they brilliant? :)
達爾寒, darkhan, 第二大的外蒙古城市, 還沒有小組或者會眾. 如今只有個書籍研究辦. 我們二十人在日本的一對的家聚集起來. 他們都好棒!
暴亂的一些照片 riot in the capital--rally 'round the family, pocket full o' shells
7月1號 (你可能已經聽過)有暴亂發生. 4個人被殺了, 也有很多受傷. 選舉時,一個政黨將了投票的數目歪曲掉. 結果呢?
2008年7月28日 星期一
friends from the hall(s) at bayanbulag
grinnin' like a proper band o' Cheshire cats, we were...我們也笑得嘴都合不攏了...
2008年3月25日 星期二
2008, 03 month
對不起, 我好久沒有寄一封email給你們. 我 希望你們的健康, 工作, 學習時間, 於會眾的交往都還不錯. 我不久之前,
有找到一分容許我經常參與傳道於聖經研究 活動工作. 像 在台. 湾 一樣, 我 這裡也是個英文老師. 一般而言, 我晚上都有課, 最近 烏蘭巴托的空氣
污染有 變得好一 點兒. 這裡的溫度越來越暖, 所以所有住蒙古包的人都還不要點炭火了. 下個週末我們這裡舉行一場大會, 可是, 可笑的是, 如果只有兩群會眾參加的話, 真的可以叫做'大'會嗎?
我昨天第一次有 喝過 駱駝奶. 酸酸 的. 而且好濃. 但願春天會儘快來到, 我一直都乾咳. 我念念不忘你們, 難以相信兩個月已經有過去. 光陰似箭, 不是嗎?
我現在要 全神貫注蒙古語. 願 耶和華 以 自己的無 可抵抗的 聖靈 慷慨地祝福你們. 傑 克
有找到一分容許我經常參與傳道於聖經研究 活動工作. 像 在台. 湾 一樣, 我 這裡也是個英文老師. 一般而言, 我晚上都有課, 最近 烏蘭巴托的空氣
污染有 變得好一 點兒. 這裡的溫度越來越暖, 所以所有住蒙古包的人都還不要點炭火了. 下個週末我們這裡舉行一場大會, 可是, 可笑的是, 如果只有兩群會眾參加的話, 真的可以叫做'大'會嗎?
我昨天第一次有 喝過 駱駝奶. 酸酸 的. 而且好濃. 但願春天會儘快來到, 我一直都乾咳. 我念念不忘你們, 難以相信兩個月已經有過去. 光陰似箭, 不是嗎?
我現在要 全神貫注蒙古語. 願 耶和華 以 自己的無 可抵抗的 聖靈 慷慨地祝福你們. 傑 克
2008年3月13日 星期四
deep thoughts and fact-free stories
yestereve, as i soliloquized and ruminated whilst savouring my mug of camel's milk (хормог), i waxed sardonic, bemused by the paradoxical nature of the gifts which at times are granted to us by
our Deity and, perchance, by the happenstance of the folded matrices of this cosmos. for if a man be by thought sundered from even his compatriots, his peers of like nascence and fealty, what nocent jab could him e'er betide by
sojourns and peregrinations to lands far-flung? the dissolution of threat abolishes also fear of that selfsame threat, yes? we fear not the death of the ephemeron, or of the deceased. maim the hostage and disarm the kidnapper.
no device to bandy overproud words has he left. burn the bridge and cross that Rubicon. or, rather, find it burned ere your survey. and be wise enough to perceive yourself enmeshed in this irony, and adopt it as a gift truly.
~ now, i must confess, i will likely be committing a lot of sins here in UB. why, praytell? well, because in mongolian, the word for sin is (romanicized): noogle. and you gotta admit, it's pretty hard to take sin seriously if you call it a noogle.
also, an alert reader alerted us alertly that the word for main/cardinal qualities/attributes is: gol chanaruud. but in prayer you could say: Lord, forgive us our noogles as we also forgive our fellowman HIS noogles. so hamartiology in mongolian
is the study of noogles. noogle-ology, if you will. also, here it is readily observed that any creature possessing an external organ even remotely similar to an udder gets milked. and the milk is then: 1. consumed as a beverage, or 2. fermented
until possessing a volumetric alcohol percentage rivaling the blood of the average citizen of Ireland. then consumed as a beverage (or, alternatively, stored for emergency blood transfusions for Irish tourists). also, the mongolians are a physically
talented bunch of folks. examples include: contortionists. jugglers. and the guy who, despite the ex-soviet bus (motto: pedestrians are great traction!) being crowded with approximately 6 passengers per square foot, STILL manages to attempt to
pickpocket ALL FOUR of my trouser pockets. (i didn't even know about the other two until we hit a bump (okay, so it was a pedestrian) (but man he was good traction) and he was caught in the embarrassing position of having to explain why he was
buried up to his forearms in my two pockets i didn't know i had.) (he said he thought i had an itch.) (so i said, 'well then, lord, not my butt only but also my whole... ') anyway, so now i put honey in my back pockets, just to teach would-be thieves a lesson.
i guess the lesson in all this is, if you see any Irish tourists or thieves in whom you are interested, first check them out to make sure it looks like they have external organs remotely similar to udders. next try to guess their gender. then follow them onto a bus which was manufactured by
Lenin's drinking buddy and which is packed so tightly you lose feeling in your legs. then, discreetly, take the graham crackers out of your wallet. (you will have to ask it back from the guy next to you who stole it five minutes ago while you were busy not feeling
your legs.) next, with great sublety and suavete, dip the graham crackers in the honey in the back pockets of your would-be target individual. if caught, confess your noogles and all will be forgiven. also, i would like to cogently point out that 'Noogle and the Golchanaruud's' would
be a killer name for a rock band.
zif
our Deity and, perchance, by the happenstance of the folded matrices of this cosmos. for if a man be by thought sundered from even his compatriots, his peers of like nascence and fealty, what nocent jab could him e'er betide by
sojourns and peregrinations to lands far-flung? the dissolution of threat abolishes also fear of that selfsame threat, yes? we fear not the death of the ephemeron, or of the deceased. maim the hostage and disarm the kidnapper.
no device to bandy overproud words has he left. burn the bridge and cross that Rubicon. or, rather, find it burned ere your survey. and be wise enough to perceive yourself enmeshed in this irony, and adopt it as a gift truly.
~ now, i must confess, i will likely be committing a lot of sins here in UB. why, praytell? well, because in mongolian, the word for sin is (romanicized): noogle. and you gotta admit, it's pretty hard to take sin seriously if you call it a noogle.
also, an alert reader alerted us alertly that the word for main/cardinal qualities/attributes is: gol chanaruud. but in prayer you could say: Lord, forgive us our noogles as we also forgive our fellowman HIS noogles. so hamartiology in mongolian
is the study of noogles. noogle-ology, if you will. also, here it is readily observed that any creature possessing an external organ even remotely similar to an udder gets milked. and the milk is then: 1. consumed as a beverage, or 2. fermented
until possessing a volumetric alcohol percentage rivaling the blood of the average citizen of Ireland. then consumed as a beverage (or, alternatively, stored for emergency blood transfusions for Irish tourists). also, the mongolians are a physically
talented bunch of folks. examples include: contortionists. jugglers. and the guy who, despite the ex-soviet bus (motto: pedestrians are great traction!) being crowded with approximately 6 passengers per square foot, STILL manages to attempt to
pickpocket ALL FOUR of my trouser pockets. (i didn't even know about the other two until we hit a bump (okay, so it was a pedestrian) (but man he was good traction) and he was caught in the embarrassing position of having to explain why he was
buried up to his forearms in my two pockets i didn't know i had.) (he said he thought i had an itch.) (so i said, 'well then, lord, not my butt only but also my whole... ') anyway, so now i put honey in my back pockets, just to teach would-be thieves a lesson.
i guess the lesson in all this is, if you see any Irish tourists or thieves in whom you are interested, first check them out to make sure it looks like they have external organs remotely similar to udders. next try to guess their gender. then follow them onto a bus which was manufactured by
Lenin's drinking buddy and which is packed so tightly you lose feeling in your legs. then, discreetly, take the graham crackers out of your wallet. (you will have to ask it back from the guy next to you who stole it five minutes ago while you were busy not feeling
your legs.) next, with great sublety and suavete, dip the graham crackers in the honey in the back pockets of your would-be target individual. if caught, confess your noogles and all will be forgiven. also, i would like to cogently point out that 'Noogle and the Golchanaruud's' would
be a killer name for a rock band.
zif
2008年1月31日 星期四
用英文來紀錄一些觀察
dilapidated soviet-era concrete structures wreathed in diesel fumes and woodsmoke rise stoically amidst the backdrop of cables and cranes sleeping contortedly until spring. windshorn slopes rim the outer districts, whence the vapours of coalstoves three hundred thousand strong unfurl their plumes unto the periphery of the thermocline hallowing the valley. ~the tongue is glottal, resonant, atonal, inflected, agglutinative, subtle, aspirated, and deep--it wins my favour. the people who speak it--thus far my image is~colourful, hale, hearty, good-humoured, stoic yet not repressive or repressed, aggressive and active yet not forever-driven, playful and adaptive, phonetically gifted, not prone to extended contemplation and deliberation, humble and lovable. i wish very much to hold converse with a great many of them as soon as possible.
頭三個星期的筆記
很抱歉! 我好就沒有更新我blog 的內容. 反正, 我再慢慢適應 烏蘭巴托 這裡. 現在我在家裡 有 電話 線 的 網路--結果 速度慢 得要命--照片會比較少.
首先, 我來講 一些關於 會 眾的事情. 這裡有 兩群. bayanzurkh 於 bayangol. 我現在屬於後者. 會 眾 裡 的朋友 都 好慷慨, 又一至 忍耐, 包容我. 最近 有 俄 語的 又有 漢語 的 傳道,續訪,研究等.
嗯...天氣, 氣候--還可以. 冷的凍死. 零下三十度--可是, 有的時候 還好--下午陽光較強等. 我 上個星期有機會 去 山區 爬山玩雪滑雪. 滿號玩嘍! 今天 晚上我 有陪 一個姊妹跟一個年老的奶奶研究.
研究完成之後, 她的老公 送我們 arkhii--就是蒙古的傳統的飲料. 是甚麼樣的飲料呢? 發酵 的 馬乃--要好幾次蒸餾. 未到有 一點兒酸酸. 上上個星期是 第一次我吃過 馬肉. 吃得...像鹿肉, 我覺得.
嗯....還有甚麼...對了, 烏蘭巴托的郊區 有三十 萬人左右住 蒙古包. 冬天大部分以碳為 燃料--這個景況造成 城市空氣污染惡化. 但我聽說夏天應該清澈.
情你們為我們禱告--有很多人對上帝的話 語感興趣, 卻 如今 沒辦法 回答他們的問題. 蒙古 問的書刊目前很有限. 我可以很公開地關於這些事情講解, 因為 蒙古 正 並不 受中國 的 政治 控制.
我 已經 常常 想 你們---給我這麼深刻印象, 我真沒辦法 忘記你們. 那.....下 一 次.
首先, 我來講 一些關於 會 眾的事情. 這裡有 兩群. bayanzurkh 於 bayangol. 我現在屬於後者. 會 眾 裡 的朋友 都 好慷慨, 又一至 忍耐, 包容我. 最近 有 俄 語的 又有 漢語 的 傳道,續訪,研究等.
嗯...天氣, 氣候--還可以. 冷的凍死. 零下三十度--可是, 有的時候 還好--下午陽光較強等. 我 上個星期有機會 去 山區 爬山玩雪滑雪. 滿號玩嘍! 今天 晚上我 有陪 一個姊妹跟一個年老的奶奶研究.
研究完成之後, 她的老公 送我們 arkhii--就是蒙古的傳統的飲料. 是甚麼樣的飲料呢? 發酵 的 馬乃--要好幾次蒸餾. 未到有 一點兒酸酸. 上上個星期是 第一次我吃過 馬肉. 吃得...像鹿肉, 我覺得.
嗯....還有甚麼...對了, 烏蘭巴托的郊區 有三十 萬人左右住 蒙古包. 冬天大部分以碳為 燃料--這個景況造成 城市空氣污染惡化. 但我聽說夏天應該清澈.
情你們為我們禱告--有很多人對上帝的話 語感興趣, 卻 如今 沒辦法 回答他們的問題. 蒙古 問的書刊目前很有限. 我可以很公開地關於這些事情講解, 因為 蒙古 正 並不 受中國 的 政治 控制.
我 已經 常常 想 你們---給我這麼深刻印象, 我真沒辦法 忘記你們. 那.....下 一 次.
2008年1月24日 星期四
2008年1月1日 星期二
sea of clouds
Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,Now gay with the broad setting sun;
Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run!
Thou grim King of Terrors; thou Life's gloomy foe!
Go, frighten the coward and slave;
Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant! but know
No terrors hast thou to the brave!
Thou strik'st the dull peasant-he sinks in the dark,
Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name;
Thou strik'st the young hero-a glorious mark;
He falls in the blaze of his fame!
In the field of proud honour-our swords in our hands,
Our King and our country to save;
While victory shines on Life's last ebbing sands, -
O! who would not die with the brave!
Burns
unholy trinity
party on the peak! we found a wee nook in which shelter from the wind could be had.this mountain precipitates its own clouds on an otherwise clear day.
end of decembre 2007
so...just completed a most excellent tour of taiwan with mychael and lyuda, i will be posting a few pics here pretty soon....this one here is from the summit of yushan ('putr doesn't feel like typing in chinese today)
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