Today I had lunch with a couple of Diasporans who were in Yerevan doing their AYF internships for the past couple of months. Unfortunately they�re leaving soon and it was a goodbye luncheon (or better still see you soon). The rest of the day I was running around going to the Bank, paying rent, electricity, phone bills etc to my landlord. I also bought a fridge for my new place and started packing. Tomorrow is the last day I�ll be spending in the rented apartment, I will be moving to my host family from the 1st August, should be great.
Monday, July 30, 2001
Went to Sevan on Sunday with my cousin and her friend from Canada and a couple of others. It was such a relief to get out of the Yerevan heat for the day. We lazed around the lake for a couple of hours where families were picnicking, youths swimming. Then we stopped at a caf� nearby and ordered a huge plate of mixed fruits and a large plate of watermelon, it was delicious.
Today I had lunch with a couple of Diasporans who were in Yerevan doing their AYF internships for the past couple of months. Unfortunately they�re leaving soon and it was a goodbye luncheon (or better still see you soon). The rest of the day I was running around going to the Bank, paying rent, electricity, phone bills etc to my landlord. I also bought a fridge for my new place and started packing. Tomorrow is the last day I�ll be spending in the rented apartment, I will be moving to my host family from the 1st August, should be great.
Today I had lunch with a couple of Diasporans who were in Yerevan doing their AYF internships for the past couple of months. Unfortunately they�re leaving soon and it was a goodbye luncheon (or better still see you soon). The rest of the day I was running around going to the Bank, paying rent, electricity, phone bills etc to my landlord. I also bought a fridge for my new place and started packing. Tomorrow is the last day I�ll be spending in the rented apartment, I will be moving to my host family from the 1st August, should be great.
Yesterday was my last big shopping day for the remodeling. It is not easy to choose seven light fixtures I like even in America, so having picked seven fixtures I like in an hour or so, I would have to say it went quite well. I also got some cool chairs for the balcony, which can handle rain and strong winds... which is perfect, and a kitchen sink. I am pretty much done and think this is the week of completion (yes, I am a perrenial optimist!). Yesterday was another scorcher, and there is no end in sight... here is the 5 day forecast and as you can see, we don't even get a chance to cool off at night :-(
5-DAY FORECAST for July 30, 2001
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Last night we went to this crazy restaurant with the Land and Culture volunteers to see the July group off. We ate at a place called "Ashtaraki Dzor", which is about half an hour outside of Yerevan. The only other time I ate there was with LCO 2 years ago. There is a huge stage with live singing and musicians, and I mean huge! It is gold, with many steps leading up to it. Then they have dancers who even dance go-go. The music is mixed, from traditional "Jan, Garen, Garen" to Mariah Carey. The seating is outdoors under little gazebo-like thingys... The setting is in a nice canyon with a river and pond, a huge boat shell in the water with lights all over, and a little paddle boat as well. On top of this they have lots of animals in cages, and a novelty black waiter for those locals who have never seen a "neger" before. Neger (pronounce nEHg'r) is Russian for black and does not have the same connotation here as the similiar word would in America, but it is still catches you off guard to hear it. Anyways, the volunteers we were with had the usual experiences and stories, from the great villagers to the horrible cook, from the runs to the amazing trips. Next months volunteers arrive in a few days. Having done LCO myself, I enjoy meeting the volunteers before and after their month in the village...
5-DAY FORECAST for July 30, 2001
Hi 100� F, 37� C
Lo 75� F, 23� C
Hi 100� F, 37� C
Lo 73� F, 22� C
Hi 102� F, 38� C
Lo 71� F, 21� C
Hi 104� F, 40� C
Lo 69� F, 20� C
Hi 107� F, 41� C
Lo 69� F, 20� C
Last night we went to this crazy restaurant with the Land and Culture volunteers to see the July group off. We ate at a place called "Ashtaraki Dzor", which is about half an hour outside of Yerevan. The only other time I ate there was with LCO 2 years ago. There is a huge stage with live singing and musicians, and I mean huge! It is gold, with many steps leading up to it. Then they have dancers who even dance go-go. The music is mixed, from traditional "Jan, Garen, Garen" to Mariah Carey. The seating is outdoors under little gazebo-like thingys... The setting is in a nice canyon with a river and pond, a huge boat shell in the water with lights all over, and a little paddle boat as well. On top of this they have lots of animals in cages, and a novelty black waiter for those locals who have never seen a "neger" before. Neger (pronounce nEHg'r) is Russian for black and does not have the same connotation here as the similiar word would in America, but it is still catches you off guard to hear it. Anyways, the volunteers we were with had the usual experiences and stories, from the great villagers to the horrible cook, from the runs to the amazing trips. Next months volunteers arrive in a few days. Having done LCO myself, I enjoy meeting the volunteers before and after their month in the village...
Sunday, July 29, 2001
I am home in Boston for a couple of weeks, doing some paperwork, visiting relatives, and catching up with people/places/things from American life. Food-wise, what do I miss? Sushi. TV-wise, not much. Maybe the occassional (English language) movie theater-experience, and of course the understandable longing for family and friends. In actuality, after 9 months in Armenia, there are an equal number of people I have become close to in Yerevan that I already miss. Last night was the 50th anniversary of the founding of Camp Haiastan, a place where I spent all the summers of my youth. I met most of my childhood Armenian friends, many of whom I am still close to, during those years of camping and later, during college summers, counseling. Often the phrase "Free Armenia" was uttered. Living the phrase is an opportunity I really didn't think I would ever have. I had a nice time last night, catching up with dozens of people I haven't seen in years. It was interesting explaining to them that in Armenia my quality of life is better (some surprised faces, until I ask them about their commute, what do they REALLY do at work - and for whom -, how often they see their closest friends, what (and where) they truly want to accomplish in life), that my work life is equally challenging to what I left behind, that the opportunities to create, make a difference, and work with people dedicated to making Armenia a better place are boundless. Anyway, stuff that makes you think. In any case, I will consider this posting my tribute to Camp Haiastan in Franklin, MA, a place which helped properly foster the drive in so many young Armenians to keep the fire alive.
Saturday, July 28, 2001
Another scorcher, and the pool pass is proving its worth. It was my first chance this summer to lay out under the sun, and so I aquired my traditional first sunbathing of the year sunburn. Yes, I am fire engine red in a bunch of places.
The remodelling race is coming down to the wire, with both of our homes looking like they will finish this week. Why do we believe what they are telling us this week? Well they are about to sand and laquer the parquer, which is really the final step in the process... so I will be moving any day now and can't wait to go over to the cooler house... although I am not looking forward to moving!
The remodelling race is coming down to the wire, with both of our homes looking like they will finish this week. Why do we believe what they are telling us this week? Well they are about to sand and laquer the parquer, which is really the final step in the process... so I will be moving any day now and can't wait to go over to the cooler house... although I am not looking forward to moving!
Friday, July 27, 2001
Oh what a glorious day. After work today, me and Zabel got one month pool passes to Hotel Yerevan, and as soon as my toe hit the water, my entire disposition got a whole lot better. Otherwise the heat has been unbearable, and a pool makes all the difference! 30 days of bliss are left on my card. We got the last two memberships available for the next week or more, so we lucked out big time. After that we ate a watermelon for dinner, which was just what I needed.
A couple of days ago I saw a CNN sign go up near the opera... and I heard today that CNN is being broadcast on the air here in English now. Not bad considering in LA you have to have cable to get CNN. Although I did just visit the CNN web site to link to it from here and after looking at the headline news about a 14yo murderer and his jail sentence I don't miss the news all that much anyways.
A couple of days ago I saw a CNN sign go up near the opera... and I heard today that CNN is being broadcast on the air here in English now. Not bad considering in LA you have to have cable to get CNN. Although I did just visit the CNN web site to link to it from here and after looking at the headline news about a 14yo murderer and his jail sentence I don't miss the news all that much anyways.
Take a look at the new log dedicated to fans of this Life in Armenia Log! Go Katy ;-)
I have to start writing down the little stories I want to include in this log, because I am always forgetting them when I sit down to type. One thing I wanted to share was a difference I noticed the other day... whereas in America I would know what store I bought something from, in Armenia I more often know who made it. My hot water storage tank was built by Vachik, my chairs by Manug, my bed by Yura, my storage boxes by Razmig, Mher imported my tiles, Samvel, Vova and Arsen laid them, Vahan sold me my parquet and Armen my tub... anyways, at this point we are trying to get Mher to keep his word and deliver the rest of my tiles, it is becoming a problem.
One of the things I have to look into is the pool at Hotel Yerevan. I heard you can use it for a reasonable fee, and if that is so, I am all over it.
I have to start writing down the little stories I want to include in this log, because I am always forgetting them when I sit down to type. One thing I wanted to share was a difference I noticed the other day... whereas in America I would know what store I bought something from, in Armenia I more often know who made it. My hot water storage tank was built by Vachik, my chairs by Manug, my bed by Yura, my storage boxes by Razmig, Mher imported my tiles, Samvel, Vova and Arsen laid them, Vahan sold me my parquet and Armen my tub... anyways, at this point we are trying to get Mher to keep his word and deliver the rest of my tiles, it is becoming a problem.
One of the things I have to look into is the pool at Hotel Yerevan. I heard you can use it for a reasonable fee, and if that is so, I am all over it.
Thursday, July 26, 2001
The last few days have been really hectic, so let me catch up. Wednesday me and Armenak made a presentation of the Visitor Information Center to the entire travel industry. It was really smoothly except for a moment during the feedback section which we got past. Great turnout, and we hopefully can use this as the first step in organizing the entire industry. Aside from that work has me working in overdrive. We announced an opening date of Aug. 10, and now we have to stick to it.
Yesterday Boris, an old friend from our volunteer days rolled into Yerevan. We went to a Vahan Ardzruni performance which he enjoyed a great deal despite the heat inside the hall (it was much cooler and breezier outside). Then he crashed at our house. I also got a really great beach chair for my balcony yesterday, so I am quite happy about that even though it was a bit pricey. It reclines, has a great orange Hawaiian print on it and was made in Armenia!
So today will be another day of running around... the meetings start any minute now.
Yesterday Boris, an old friend from our volunteer days rolled into Yerevan. We went to a Vahan Ardzruni performance which he enjoyed a great deal despite the heat inside the hall (it was much cooler and breezier outside). Then he crashed at our house. I also got a really great beach chair for my balcony yesterday, so I am quite happy about that even though it was a bit pricey. It reclines, has a great orange Hawaiian print on it and was made in Armenia!
So today will be another day of running around... the meetings start any minute now.
Wednesday, July 25, 2001
It�s almost time to start my Volunteer Program with AVC. The other Volunteers will be arriving in the next couple of days and the Program will commence on the 1st August. All the Volunteers will stay with host families for a month and I for one am looking forward to it. I will keep you posted on my experiences with my host family. I am also looking forward to the intensive training starting next week on Armenian Language and Culture.
On the remodelling front, the progress is looking good and it should be completed in about a week, give or take a couple of days!
On the remodelling front, the progress is looking good and it should be completed in about a week, give or take a couple of days!
These are the tempratures for the next five days... I am slowly being roasted to a crisp! Almost every day it is hovering at almost 100 degrees and it does not cool off a great deal at night. If only I could get out of town and visit Lake Sevan...
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Tuesday, July 24, 2001
I just bought my ticket for Yerevan. The young travel agent all the way out in Glendale didn't react at all to my one way request. I take this as a good sign that there are many more one way requests and he is used to it by now. I move back to Yerevan in T minus 25 days. The last time I was in Armenia was 1999 after a 6 month stay in Armenia running the Land and Culture. I will now return to Yerevan once again with a different purpose (details to be dispersed as they are acquired)...
I wanted to say hi to the contributors and those who read every day (like me) and introduce myself. My name is Madlene Minassian. A parska-hye raised in Studio City, California I began trips to Armenia at 18 with the Land and Culture Organization. After studying Sociology and Armenian Studies at UCLA I moved to NYC to run the AGBU New York Summer Intern Program. It has been a year and a half in this city that never sleeps... and it has been an amazing experience. I have covered it all and would suggest Sylvia's Soul Kitchen for great food in Harlem and following the DJ Junior Vasquez for a good club night. But of course and it was and is inevitable, I have an almost fatal case of the Armenia Bug, the one that creeps in you and makes you want to be there... and so I am taking the Brooklyn Bridge over to JFK and am off.
Since I found out I am returning I have been daydreaming constantly. I am too excited to move back and so excited to meet all of you and have a nice evening eating semechka and taking a walk in gendron. I am also dead set on doing some fabulous things like going into the mountains with the hovivs for a few days or walking around Lake Sevan.
Another Armenian-American might be moving with me... but will keep it on the downlow for now. Hopefully there will be so many 21'st Century Hayrenadarts kids that we can turn this into the largest mass migration to Armenia. For the next 25 days I will just prep. and dream and of course gloat... I AM MOVING TO HAYASTAN!!!
I wanted to say hi to the contributors and those who read every day (like me) and introduce myself. My name is Madlene Minassian. A parska-hye raised in Studio City, California I began trips to Armenia at 18 with the Land and Culture Organization. After studying Sociology and Armenian Studies at UCLA I moved to NYC to run the AGBU New York Summer Intern Program. It has been a year and a half in this city that never sleeps... and it has been an amazing experience. I have covered it all and would suggest Sylvia's Soul Kitchen for great food in Harlem and following the DJ Junior Vasquez for a good club night. But of course and it was and is inevitable, I have an almost fatal case of the Armenia Bug, the one that creeps in you and makes you want to be there... and so I am taking the Brooklyn Bridge over to JFK and am off.
Since I found out I am returning I have been daydreaming constantly. I am too excited to move back and so excited to meet all of you and have a nice evening eating semechka and taking a walk in gendron. I am also dead set on doing some fabulous things like going into the mountains with the hovivs for a few days or walking around Lake Sevan.
Another Armenian-American might be moving with me... but will keep it on the downlow for now. Hopefully there will be so many 21'st Century Hayrenadarts kids that we can turn this into the largest mass migration to Armenia. For the next 25 days I will just prep. and dream and of course gloat... I AM MOVING TO HAYASTAN!!!
Today I attended a half-day conference on Market-Oriented Primary and Secondary Education organized by the American Chamber of Commerce. The idea was to come up with proposals on how the private sector can work with schools to make Armenia�s workforce and economy globally competitive. I then spent the afternoon teaching English at Sp. Katoghike to youths aging from 11 to 20 years old. What amazed me is the ability of these youths to translate text from English to Armenian, it was quite impressive.
Meanwhile my cousin and her friend have already started working in the hospital and loving it. They were advised on their first day that the entire staff have not been paid since 1999 and when asked as to why they still worked without pay, their response was that why should they sit at home, when there�s work to be done at the hospital? There is hope!
Meanwhile my cousin and her friend have already started working in the hospital and loving it. They were advised on their first day that the entire staff have not been paid since 1999 and when asked as to why they still worked without pay, their response was that why should they sit at home, when there�s work to be done at the hospital? There is hope!
I leave for the states for 2 weeks tomorrow morning. Taxes, the dentist, immunization shots, condo rental, family/relatives, friends, a grant proposal, and various other odds and ends await my arrival. It will be a nice break for a couple of weeks, though weather-wise, it is most probably out of the frying pan into the fire. Boston summers can be brutal too. What awaits my return back to Yerevan Aug 10?? Friends with remodeled apartments (see the previous 99 logs ;-)), several 1st rate chess tournaments including the Armenian Championship followed by the World Team Championship to be held in Yerevan, the culmination of the 1700th Christianity celebrations, the anticiapted opening of teh vernisage website, as well as the late summer/early fall and the best time for fresh produce in Armenia...Several of my American-Armenian friends are contemplating and/or planning long term or indefinite moves to Armenia. There is indeed alot going on here.
Today I have to make a presentation about the Visitors Information Center to the entire industry... my portion will be in English, but I hope I don't get nervous. At my old job I spoke in front of groups all the time and it was no sweat, but this is a much larger group. Can you believe the remodeling of the office space is complete, and my house still isn't? The office is bigger too for that matter. Both me and Lena were supposed to have our houses finished by the end of last month! It looks to me like it maaay finish in another week. We'll see.........
Sunday, July 22, 2001
I haven�t logged in a while, but time flies even in Yerevan. My cousin�s daughter arrived from Canada with her girlfriend on Thursday night. They are both studying in med school in Montreal and have chosen their Armenia trip as an elective. Tomorrow they start working at the First Children�s Hospital. Yesterday, after a brief lunch at Marco Polo, the afternoon was spent at Vernisage looking at arts and craft and they will be returning there to make their purchases. We then walked over to the Painter�s Vernisage near the Opera and they were really impressed by the paintings. Dinnertime was spent with friends at Sherlock Holmes, then onto a caf� at the Opera for a relaxing evening.
Today we went for a hike from Garni Gorge to the top, then onto Geghart where the choir �Hover� was performing. They sounded great in the Church where the acoustics were accentuated. It was a fabulous day however we really got a great dose of the �bucket day�. Driving trough the villages we were soaked by bucket loads of water. At one stage the kids opened the car door and threw a bucket of water in. It was fun though as we were quite hot from the hike and the kids were having a great time. All in all a great weekend.
Today we went for a hike from Garni Gorge to the top, then onto Geghart where the choir �Hover� was performing. They sounded great in the Church where the acoustics were accentuated. It was a fabulous day however we really got a great dose of the �bucket day�. Driving trough the villages we were soaked by bucket loads of water. At one stage the kids opened the car door and threw a bucket of water in. It was fun though as we were quite hot from the hike and the kids were having a great time. All in all a great weekend.
Haven't visited the blogger for a while. Suddenly life has become too hecticJ
Being in tourism business our work is seasonal. Right now I am with a group of kids from Toronto,
Grade eighters. For all except one it's there first time in Armenia.
You never know what would impress them. One young lady wrote to her 'The washing detergent is called BARF! haha! It says as a logo..."it leaves it white and clean"!
Another thing their not used to is people staring at them. In North America even when you wear the most outrageous clothes people pretend it's normal. In Armenia there is curiosity and it's not hidden, shorts, visitors, real blondes and blue eyed people win lots of stares from locals.
Being in tourism business our work is seasonal. Right now I am with a group of kids from Toronto,
Grade eighters. For all except one it's there first time in Armenia.
You never know what would impress them. One young lady wrote to her 'The washing detergent is called BARF! haha! It says as a logo..."it leaves it white and clean"!
Another thing their not used to is people staring at them. In North America even when you wear the most outrageous clothes people pretend it's normal. In Armenia there is curiosity and it's not hidden, shorts, visitors, real blondes and blue eyed people win lots of stares from locals.
Bucket Day, Water Day, or VARTIVAR
The proper name for today's holiday is Vartivar, but it is commonly and perhaps more appropriately called bucket day or water day by the English speakers of Yerevan. I am not sure what the root of this holiday is, but it is now celebrated passionately by children across the country by taking buckets of water large and small, and splashing people all day long. The weather is usually in the 90's, so it is not such a bad thing, and there is some etiquette to be followed with the elderly usually safe from attack. Public transport is also suseptible, with water being thrown into the windows... but in central Yerevan most passenger cars seem safe. Some kids throw water balloons, some have water guns, but in the end, it is hard to avoid getting watered if you venture out.
We had to leave the house for an errand and took a quiet back alley. The bigs streets were swarming, so although the alley would not afford us any place to run or hide, we were banking on the lure of the big streets and parks to keep them away. It worked on the way there, but on the way back we were walking right up to a group heading our way. They were all out of ammo except of course for a gurl with a big ol' bucket. She asked with a grin if we would like to "get watered", and I just grinned as she walked up and poured the water point blank onto me, then Zabel. At least our bags stayed dry. Back at home the entertainment continued from our balcony as other random balconies contained kids pouring buckets of water onto helpless pedestrians. With both sides of the street under attack, anyone on the sidewalks was just about helpless. If you got to either end of the building then you had to contend face to face with from half to a dozen kids with buckets. I wonder how the others will fair today.
The proper name for today's holiday is Vartivar, but it is commonly and perhaps more appropriately called bucket day or water day by the English speakers of Yerevan. I am not sure what the root of this holiday is, but it is now celebrated passionately by children across the country by taking buckets of water large and small, and splashing people all day long. The weather is usually in the 90's, so it is not such a bad thing, and there is some etiquette to be followed with the elderly usually safe from attack. Public transport is also suseptible, with water being thrown into the windows... but in central Yerevan most passenger cars seem safe. Some kids throw water balloons, some have water guns, but in the end, it is hard to avoid getting watered if you venture out.
We had to leave the house for an errand and took a quiet back alley. The bigs streets were swarming, so although the alley would not afford us any place to run or hide, we were banking on the lure of the big streets and parks to keep them away. It worked on the way there, but on the way back we were walking right up to a group heading our way. They were all out of ammo except of course for a gurl with a big ol' bucket. She asked with a grin if we would like to "get watered", and I just grinned as she walked up and poured the water point blank onto me, then Zabel. At least our bags stayed dry. Back at home the entertainment continued from our balcony as other random balconies contained kids pouring buckets of water onto helpless pedestrians. With both sides of the street under attack, anyone on the sidewalks was just about helpless. If you got to either end of the building then you had to contend face to face with from half to a dozen kids with buckets. I wonder how the others will fair today.
Yesterday among other things I went to Hayastan Market. It used to be a true department store in Soviet times, but now it is just like a shuka (market) with tons of repetitive individual stalls. Anyways, I have been looking for bedsheets for ages, but cannot find any without an obnoxious pattern on them. I saw a nice package of cloth yesterday and this was approximately the conversation:
Me: Are these bedsheets?
Woman: No. (points out which ones are bedsheets) Don't you like these?
Me: Nope, I only like the cloth of the one I pointed at.
Woman: Go try and understand men's taste.
I had to laugh to myself, because it would possibly have been true that the difference was a gender gap had we been in the US, but this was a cultural gap for certain. The bedsheets were all like those you would use in a kids room in the 1980's I thought. My consolation was that we later found cheap wild mushrooms and bought 3 kilos (almost 7 pounds) and have begun drying them out on the window sill so that in the winter we can make mushroom soups and sauces.
Me: Are these bedsheets?
Woman: No. (points out which ones are bedsheets) Don't you like these?
Me: Nope, I only like the cloth of the one I pointed at.
Woman: Go try and understand men's taste.
I had to laugh to myself, because it would possibly have been true that the difference was a gender gap had we been in the US, but this was a cultural gap for certain. The bedsheets were all like those you would use in a kids room in the 1980's I thought. My consolation was that we later found cheap wild mushrooms and bought 3 kilos (almost 7 pounds) and have begun drying them out on the window sill so that in the winter we can make mushroom soups and sauces.
Friday, July 20, 2001
TGIF! Well it has been a long time since I remembered how good Friday nights are... knowing there is some free time ahead. But, I am not complaining, I am loving this work. This job really demands countless long meetings, which slow everything down a great deal, but since our job is an art, not a science, it is necessary. We have to discuss logo's and floorplans, name ideas, door color and other things in minute detail, and most of us have our own strong ideas on what is right. We are even conducting a poll for favorite logo's with tourists... I wish I could conduct the poll with you readers too, but its not happening. At this point we are announcing the office to the industry on Tuesday and will open the visitor information center in early August in time for the Pan-Armenian games.
There are once again some outdoor events going on tonight, I can hear them from my living room. There was a musical festival at Poplavok that we walked by earlier in the evening, but this sounds closer.
There are once again some outdoor events going on tonight, I can hear them from my living room. There was a musical festival at Poplavok that we walked by earlier in the evening, but this sounds closer.
Wednesday, July 18, 2001
I just discovered the Armenia-Diaspora website has a list of diasporans who have moved back to Armenia... of course it is very incomplete as most of the diasporans I know who have moved here are not listed... but somehow Aram Hajian made it. And apparently he is a professional at something, although it does not say at what ;-)
I had a really great day at work, constantly busy with planning the new Visitor Information Center... those of you who will be here in August or afterwards will be able to stop by and visit the center (and me for that matter!). In any event, I have already gotten a few e-mails from people who will be visiting Armenia soon wanting to meet some of the people whose lives they are reading about, as well as people asking questions about us and Armenia. We love the responses! Feel free to ask away. If you are going to come, just let a few of us know beforehand and we can plan a get together if possible.
Tuesday, July 17, 2001
Last night was quite cool at the "St. Gregory the Illuminator Rock Opera" at the bottom of the cascades... the ENTIRE hillside was just covered in Armenians. What a great sight.
Monday, July 16, 2001
Summer is an interesting time in Yerevan. Armenian tourists from America and other places in the west come in waves to see their homeland. Over the past week I have had dinner with a few Philadelphian college-age kids I had met while living there a few years back, drinks with 3 most interesting Argentinians (see Raf's post from the wknd), and I met a distant cousin of mine who recently graduated from college on the west coast and is here visiting her aunt, a woman who has been living and working in the health-care industry for the past 3 years. Soon enough, the inaugural volunteers (of which fellow life-in-Armenia writer Lena is a member) are coming to comprise the Armenian Volunteer Corps...and it is only July! The 1700th celebration events are also becoming more and more frequent - virtually every day there is a concert, artistic program, or cultural/religious event to hear, see, or participate in. Days are hot, evenings are cool and breezy (sometimes windy), and outdoor cafes, rooftop cafes, bookstore cafes, and bar/cafes are great places to catch up with a friend over a coffee, ice tea, great local beer, ice cream, or chess board ;-)
Sunday, July 15, 2001
My kitchen cabinets, table, and my bed are delivered! They look fantastic. I can't imagine how much these custom hand made solid wood peices would have cost in America, but it was very reasonable here. I got a few outrageous quotes from cabinet makers in Yerevan until I tracked down a fabulous guy up in Vanadzor who does an amazing job, and delivers it all the way to Yerevan and charges much less. Meanwhile the place is being painted, so I hope to move in a week. When I do move I will rent out my current one bedroom apartment to tourists for $40/night... much cheaper than the hotels and much nicer than most of them too. It sleeps three easily and could accomodate more if necessary, plus it has all the western comforts except A/C.
Basturman
Last night we hung out with some Argentinian Armenians as well as American and local Armenians. Agata who was a voluteer with me and Zabel in Karabakh in 1999 was visiting from Argentina with 2 Argentinian-Armenian friends, Jorge and Juan. She is no longer a vegetarian thank goodness, and her friends were really interesting fellows. Juan is part of an Armenian punk rock group I think, and he has a cartoon called Basterman, an Armenian Superman who exudes bastera smell (chaman) from his armpits. I would really love to see it. Jorge is hilarious and unconventional. I cried from laughing so hard when I heard some of the stories of his shopping expedition to vernissage wearing a turban, no shirt, and shorts.
Basturman
Last night we hung out with some Argentinian Armenians as well as American and local Armenians. Agata who was a voluteer with me and Zabel in Karabakh in 1999 was visiting from Argentina with 2 Argentinian-Armenian friends, Jorge and Juan. She is no longer a vegetarian thank goodness, and her friends were really interesting fellows. Juan is part of an Armenian punk rock group I think, and he has a cartoon called Basterman, an Armenian Superman who exudes bastera smell (chaman) from his armpits. I would really love to see it. Jorge is hilarious and unconventional. I cried from laughing so hard when I heard some of the stories of his shopping expedition to vernissage wearing a turban, no shirt, and shorts.
This weekend I went on a Youth Pilgrimage from Khor Virap to Etchmiadzin. It was a great experience, once in a lifetime opportunity! The buses left from S. Sarkis gathering all the local Armenians from various churches and headed towards Khor Virap. Once the bus neared our destination, the crowd walked the remaining distance, joining all the Diasporas from all over the world. There were over 25 buses packed with youths from all regions of Armenia, America, Argentina, Lebanon, all regions of France and of course myself from Australia. Once there, three were celebrations and presentations. Bishops from all around the world each read one of the 24 prayers from �I confess with faith�. A Youth was chosen to descend the pit where Gregory the Illuminator was imprisoned for 13 years to light a torch and pass on to the Bishops, then onto the Pilgrimage. We left Khor Virap by foot again and walked to a village nearby. At 3am we headed to S. Hripsime and had dinner there. At 5am we arrived in Etchmiadzin so we all had 1 hour to sleep until the morning mass started at 6am which was held outdoors. I then went exploring for the next couple of hours at churches nearby S. Astvazazin and S. Gayane. During the main mass that started at 10am, Deacons from the Pilgrimage were chosen to be part of the mass celebrations. From Etchmiadzin, a friend and myself headed back to Yerevan while the Pilgrimage continued onto Lake Sevan to spend the night. They will head back to Yerevan tomorrow ending up in the new church being built S. Krikor Lousavorich. All in all a great experience and great to see so many youths from all over.
Saturday, July 14, 2001
Yesterday I met a guidebook writer who writes full time, so it was a pleasure to talk to him about Armenia. He said he hardly recognized Yerevan it had moved forward so much in the past 2.5 years, while Tblisi had deteriorated if anything. He seemed to be enjoying his stay here much more than his last time and again I think it is because he ran into the right people. He met a bunch of Brits 2 nights ago, and yesterday Jeff randomly asked this guy walking down the street what brought him to Armenia... so we all got together last night and went to a cafe by the Opera then to Falafel Friday at Middle Eastern Cuisine. He was amazed at how many American Armenians and locals and Americans we knew as we walked around town... I am telling you this place has a small town feeling much of the time.
The Visitor Information Center I am in charge of opening is coming along amazingly well... the space is being remodelled faster than I can keep up with. We really will open in 2 weeks. A new volunteer (Rick) has come to help design the space... he is another Orange Countyian. He is really motivated, loves this place, and knows his stuff. Anyways, there is nothing much exciting to report. My remodeling is almost finished, like it has been for the past 3 weeks! I am dying to have it complete. I have been so busy with work I have not even seen it in a few days, but I will check it out today, even though I will be working part of the day... Weather wise, the 1 month long heat wave is continuing.... I am dying to get out of town and visit Ijevan or Aragats or somewhere cool, but who knows when I will get the chance...
Oh wait, I haven't mentioned that two more diasporan 20 somethings are moving to Armenia! It is so great, they are both cool people (I only know one of them, and I have heard good things about the other). Madlene will be here in a few weeks and Shant may be a few weeks after her... this is in addition to Arsine who will probably move here in December, but is not certain, Raffi Meneshian whose posts you have seen and has already got his one-way ticket for September, and the half a dozen Armenian Volunteer Corps volunteers...
The Visitor Information Center I am in charge of opening is coming along amazingly well... the space is being remodelled faster than I can keep up with. We really will open in 2 weeks. A new volunteer (Rick) has come to help design the space... he is another Orange Countyian. He is really motivated, loves this place, and knows his stuff. Anyways, there is nothing much exciting to report. My remodeling is almost finished, like it has been for the past 3 weeks! I am dying to have it complete. I have been so busy with work I have not even seen it in a few days, but I will check it out today, even though I will be working part of the day... Weather wise, the 1 month long heat wave is continuing.... I am dying to get out of town and visit Ijevan or Aragats or somewhere cool, but who knows when I will get the chance...
Oh wait, I haven't mentioned that two more diasporan 20 somethings are moving to Armenia! It is so great, they are both cool people (I only know one of them, and I have heard good things about the other). Madlene will be here in a few weeks and Shant may be a few weeks after her... this is in addition to Arsine who will probably move here in December, but is not certain, Raffi Meneshian whose posts you have seen and has already got his one-way ticket for September, and the half a dozen Armenian Volunteer Corps volunteers...
Wednesday, July 11, 2001
I met another 2 Aussies (Armenian Australians) today at the Armenian Volunteer Corps office. They are here to work on renovating the school in Martuni, Karabagh as representatives of the AYF from Australia. What a small world indeed, even though I had never met them in Sydney, they ended up knowing my sister very well, as well as my niece and they attend the same university as my nephew. So far there are two of us from Australia volunteering for AVC, myself and Hratch whom I also met in Yerevan. It has been quite encouraging meeting Armenians from Australia in Yerevan and all I have to say on this matter is, keep them coming!
Regarding my remodelling, unfortunately there isn�t much progress. We are still waiting for the plaster on the walls to dry properly before they can proceed with the next stage. I�m being told to have patience and everything will work out in the end. I would guess at this stage, the flat should be completed by month end with any luck.
Regarding my remodelling, unfortunately there isn�t much progress. We are still waiting for the plaster on the walls to dry properly before they can proceed with the next stage. I�m being told to have patience and everything will work out in the end. I would guess at this stage, the flat should be completed by month end with any luck.
Tuesday, July 10, 2001
Raffi Hovannisian's letter to the editor (below) about the article I posted really expresses what I was thinking too. Hugh Pope really twisted what was hours of conversation to suit the article he had already decided to write. Regarding Zabel, my girlfriend, he wrote that her grandmother urged her "to someday rebuild the family's crushed homeland". She definitely NEVER said "crushed". So why would he add it? When Zabel was growing up, Armenia was a Soviet Republic and was strong, so why would Hugh put those words in her mouth? Then he goes on to quote one of the most negative things she said the entire evening in which she was mostly talking about the positive here... and to top it all off, he seems to imply that her "falling in love" (which was never said at all) accounted for her staying here, when in fact she had decided to stay here before there was anything at all between us. Just another example of how you should not believe everything you read.
RAFFI K. HOVANNISIAN TO THE WALL STREET JOURNAL
July 9, 2001
Dear Editor,
Hugh Pope's feature story (WSJ, July 6) on Armenia and the problem
of emigration underlines an alarming phenomenon of strategic
proportions for the Armenian republic, its people and
policymakers. Evidently poignant, the piece does not, however,
display the journalistic comprehensiveness that one has come to
expect from the writer.
The Armenian nation, having suffered conquest, genocide, and
partition over the years, has recently been given a special second
chance to forge a strong, democratic, sovereign state out of the
legacy of a painful past. Amid a variety of positive development
indicators, external realities such as military conflict,
blockades, and closed borders have combined with serious
shortcomings in leadership to create a crisis of public trust and
confidence. The political, socioeconomic, and psychological
subconditions prompting the exodus have resulted in a mixed record
of independent Armenia' s first decade.
The Young Turk leaders of the Ottoman Empire were responsible for
the great Armenian dispossession of 1915, which included all the
components of the crime of genocide the destruction of the historic
Armenian homelands, and the murderous finality for millions of
human lives. Modern-day Azerbaijan was responsible for unleashing,
and later losing, a war of aggression against the Armenian land of
Mountainous Karabagh. The perpetrators unfortunately evade
acceptance of responsibility yet eventually might mature toward
facing their history and themselves. But there still remains the
question: Who is to answer for the departure over the last ten
years of more than one million Armenian citizens from their very
own Republic of Armenia? Their interests in the matter aside,
certainly not Turkey or Azerbaijan, neither Russia nor the United States.
This issue and its resolution lie within. Yes, we are to blame. And
contrary to the prevalent tenor of Mr. Pope's article, Armenia and
her people can and will put their house in order, establish the
rule of law, empower the body politic, and demand accountable
government. They will find the courage and fortitude to call a
spade by its name, and they will turn the tide on emigration. For
this, the Armenians and their country must be able at once to
defend their rights in respect of ill-willing neighbors and their
transgressions and to exercise critical introspection in order to
face and then meet their many contemporary challenges, both foreign
and domestic.
These are but a few of the thoughts I expressed during a
comprehensive interview with the noted author, from which he
selected and put to print a couple of facially correct, but
textually misplaced and essentially incomplete soundbites that
apparently fit into the predetermined scheme of his story.
Raffi K. Hovannisian
Founding Director, Armenian Center for National and International Studies
Former Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of Armenia
Monday, July 09, 2001
Things are going quite well these days. Work is going very well, we decided on another space and I am keeping my fingers crossed until I see the signed contract. We have a superb office manager, and I am trying to get one other person to join the team so that we can start soon. A new consultant arrives tomorrow to help as well, so now we just need to furnish the office and get some interns trained.
My remodeling is really wrapping up. I can't wait to see the final product. I still need to get some living room furniture, but whatever... all that appears to be left is for the painting and finishing of the parquet floors which were laid.
The weekend went by too fast. It ended on a weird note when we went to watch Lav Eli, a good acoustic rock band play as part of a lineup. I enjoy their music a lot, but had no idea who else was in the lineup. Well the crowd looked pretty wild as far as local Armenian kids go and the groups turned out to be mostly metal or something. Our poor Armenian language is all I can say... it was painful to hear it like that. One group came on looking ready for halloween and was one of those screaming bands and the singer was constantly screaming f this and mother f that and flipping off the audience. What crap, and he had a horrible accent even when cursing. Some people were saying it is good that they are expressing themselves, etc, but I disagree. You don't have to be a freak show to express yourself. We left after an hour of torture never having heard Lav Eli play...
My remodeling is really wrapping up. I can't wait to see the final product. I still need to get some living room furniture, but whatever... all that appears to be left is for the painting and finishing of the parquet floors which were laid.
The weekend went by too fast. It ended on a weird note when we went to watch Lav Eli, a good acoustic rock band play as part of a lineup. I enjoy their music a lot, but had no idea who else was in the lineup. Well the crowd looked pretty wild as far as local Armenian kids go and the groups turned out to be mostly metal or something. Our poor Armenian language is all I can say... it was painful to hear it like that. One group came on looking ready for halloween and was one of those screaming bands and the singer was constantly screaming f this and mother f that and flipping off the audience. What crap, and he had a horrible accent even when cursing. Some people were saying it is good that they are expressing themselves, etc, but I disagree. You don't have to be a freak show to express yourself. We left after an hour of torture never having heard Lav Eli play...
Sunday, July 08, 2001
It is disappointing to see misrepresentations of life in Armenia...whether intentional or not. After reading the recent article by Mr. Pope in the WSJ (posted on this log a few days ago), a few things caught my eye. For example: The quip about Armenians not being a majority 'barely anywhere' by the 19th century is not correct. More disconcerting is the absence of the reasons (ethnic cleansing, pogroms, wholesale massacres, racist policies of barbaric empires culminating in the Genocide) concerning Armenia's historical demographic challenges. Also the nasty comment about the visa queues at the 'few embassies left in Yerevan.' Which embassies existed here, and now no longer do, Mr. Pope? What are you implying? Why the blatant lies and misrepresentation? Furthermore, Mr. Pope's misquotes of at least one person referenced in the article. It is bad journalism to parade into Yerevan on a 3 day visit (leaving pre-dawn on the morning of April 24th...what a strange coincidence) with a pre-defined agenda of characterizing the country as hopeless, while not admitting any of the many examples of hope and rebirth (IT startups, job creation, recent economic growth, in short - nation building in various forms) experienced during his stay. It is one thing for a journalist to seek out and highlight positive and negative aspects of an investigative trip; it is quite another for a western correspondent (who has lived in Turkey for nearly 2 decades) to engage in prejudicial yellow-journalism.
Friday, July 06, 2001
Here is an article in the Wall Street Journal in which I am mentioned and so is this web site. Pretty cool! The article is of course a bit on the depressing side, and I can point out some problems with it, but I will refrain and only say one thing. He implies that there are only 200 diasporans in Armenia by saying that is how many are registered at the US Embassy. Well FIRST of all, not all the American Armenians are registered, I can tell you that for sure, and SECOND of all, the diaspora is not all in America. We have people from Canada, Australia and Egypt on this log and I know French, Argentinian, Lebanese, Syrian, Jordanian, Russian, Iranian and other diasporans as well. Aaanyways, read on.
The Wall Street Journal
July 6, 2001
Armenia, After a Decade of Statehood, Suffers Rapid Loss of HumanCapital
By Hugh PopeStaff Reporter of The Wall Street Journal
YEREVAN, Armenia -- Armenians suffered massacres, earthquakes, wars and
invasions before their status as a people without a state ended in 1991.
But at the end of its first decade of independent nationhood, Armenia is
fast becoming a state without people.
"They're spread all over the world. Mine are in America," says Heran
Keshishian, a 65-year-old retired plumber, as he limps up the stairs of
his apartment building in the city of Charentsevan counting off
locked-up and abandoned homes.
Eight of the building's 50 apartments are empty. Nearly all the
remaining families have seen members leave the country. Mr. Keshishian's
brother, sister, daughter and daughter-in law have departed. Patriotism
keeps him in Armenia, he boasts. His wife explains they came back after
eight months in the U.S. in 1999, lacking the visas or resources tostay.
Armenia is suffering through one of the most rapid population declines
on Earth, the result of a funk of uncertainty, depression and poverty
that has settled over the population.
Several former Soviet republics in the Caucasus and Central Asia also
have seen troubling population declines, one factor frustrating U.S.
efforts to create a corridor of vibrant nations south of Russia.
Armenia's is the worst.
At least 800,000 Armenians have left in the past decade, almost a
quarter of the country's population of 3.4 million, figures Gagik
Yeganyan, head of a new department of migration, established a year ago
to help deal with the problem. One Western diplomat estimates the real
figure is 1.5 million, meaning almost half the nation's population would
have left. Nobody will know for sure until a long-delayed census is
conducted with U.S. assistance in October.
In the half-empty offices and echoing corridors of a government building
in the capital, Stepan Mnatsakanyan piles the table with statistical
leaflets containing a litany of his country's woes: Industrial
production has sunk to levels last seen in the 1970s. Inhabited
residential space is back to where it was in the 1940s. The number of
babies born in 1999 fell to 36,000, less than half the 80,000 born in1990.
The impoverished government has cut early classes from schools. Subway
trains in Yerevan run with two cars now, instead of three. Women are
visibly in the majority as working-age men leave to seek work elsewhere.
Only one worker is left now to support each pensioner, a far more
onerous burden than the 3-to-1 ratio in most Western societies.
Armenia's situation isn't unremittingly bleak. Signs of growth are
creeping back into the economy, thanks to migrant-worker remittances and
some investment by the now four million-strong Armenian diaspora.
Armenian politics appear calmer after a decade of desperate volatility.
But Armenia's history makes its plight all the more poignant. An ancient
people who this year celebrate the 1,700th anniversary of becoming the
first country to adopt Christianity as a state religion, Armenians have
been scattered repeatedly over that time by armies sweeping through the
crossroads of the Caucasus and the Middle East. By the 19th century,
they were a majority barely anywhere.
The worst was yet to come. Although historical accounts differ, during
the first World War somewhere between 300,000 and 1.5 million Armenians
died from disease and outright massacres as Ottoman Turks forcibly
deported or killed them. Armenians call it the modern world's first
genocide. An earthquake killed 25,000 people in 1988. Nearly as manydied in the
Nagorno-Karabagh fighting between 1988 and 1994. Then came the economic
collapse within Armenia.
"It's a tragedy, the loss of our most important asset, our human
capital. The Armenians and the government have nobody to blame but
themselves," says Raffi Hovanissian, chief of an Armenian think tank.
A trickle of arrivals like Mr. Hovanissian -- including about 200
Americans, according to the U.S. Embassy -- represent one of Armenia's
best chances to eventually reverse the exodus.
Zabel Artinian still remembers how her grandmother urged her as a child
in Boston to someday rebuild the family's crushed homeland. But when the
25-year-old artist took up that challenge, she found that Armenians
thought she was crazy. "People here don't think about what they can do
for themselves. They just want to leave," says Ms. Artinian, who cashed
in her savings as an animator and painter in New York two years ago.
She helped restore thousand-year-old stone churches in remote mountain
valleys. She fell in love with fellow volunteer Raffi Kojian, 29, a
business major who built a Web site to communicate their passion for
the country. Both now work for another Armenian-American in one of the
new companies that are bringing a measure of economic hope -- a few
glossy shops, some restaurants and disposable income -- to the center
of the capital.
Some Armenians hold out hope. Karekin II, head of the Armenian Orthodox
church, radiates optimism. He stands in a cathedral near Yerevan
surrounded by golden treasures and buildings restored with money
collected from the Armenian diaspora.
"It is a pain for us that Armenians are leaving the country. We preach
that they should stay, but we can't order them not to go," Karekin II
says. "We have to rebuild the country so they can live and satisfy theirneeds."
Such words haven't shortened visa queues at the few embassies left in
Yerevan. So few Armenians return from "tourist" trips that the refusal
rate for applicants has reached 80% at some missions. "I tried to go to
the U.S. But I couldn't get a visa. I'd go anywhere," says Adelina
Gevorkian, 38, weeping softly at her open-air clothing store in a
Yerevan market. "My son left university early and is working in Russia.
I'm only staying because my other son has to do his military service.
What's there to stay for?"
Write to Hugh Pope at hugh.pope@wsj.com
Armenian Constitution Day was spent travelling with Aram, Joe and Ashod. Aram was invited by the Principal of the Chess school in Gyumri and had asked us to come along. We drove to Gyumri in the morning and the bus was waiting to take us to a further destination. I should mention we were quite late and yet the locals were waiting patiently for us in the bus. The final destination was Garnarich located north west of Arpi Reservoir in the Shirak Marz North Region with an altitude of 2000 metres. The bus trip up took a while and overheated a number of times along the way. We stopped at a village along the way and as usual the villagers were overly hospitable offering us (tan) a yoghurt drink. Once there, the locals were pointing at one mountain stating it was the Georgian border and at another explaining that was the Turkish border.
The men were hard at work getting the khorovatz (barbeque) ready while the women were setting the picnic table filled with village cheeses, fresh bread, cakes, vegetables etc and the kids were enjoying the open space and laughing heartily. It started raining suddenly and all was covered and we all walked back to the village. There was Armenian coffee offered all around, again great hospitality being offered by the villagers. An hour later we were back at the Reservoir and everyone resumed his or her positions. The Armenian people appreciate good food, music, various drinks and having fun. While the khorovatz was cooking, some were dancing, others playing volleyball, badminton, and of course Chess. This was right up Aram�s and Joe�s alley and amongst the crowd there was a young lady, Mariana who was under 18�s Champion of Armenia as well as young kids who played well.
After hours of eating, playing sports, getting to know the crowd and resting, we headed back to Gyumri. On the bus the men were singing and two young boys who had good vocals sitting behind me were singing Armenian songs. The funny part was that these two boys had changed words to this Armenian song and added their own lyrics something to do with the Armenian budget being empty, I won�t go into details. The bus stopped so that everyone could pick flowers from a field covered with poppies, lavender etc. I was tired and stayed on the bus and to my surprise; one of the old men had picked a whole bunch of colourful flowers and gave them to me. We got back to Yerevan quite late but what a great day. Anyone reading this log, I would strongly encourage visiting villages and really experiencing what Armenian people are about, you will enjoy every minute of this wonderful experience.
The men were hard at work getting the khorovatz (barbeque) ready while the women were setting the picnic table filled with village cheeses, fresh bread, cakes, vegetables etc and the kids were enjoying the open space and laughing heartily. It started raining suddenly and all was covered and we all walked back to the village. There was Armenian coffee offered all around, again great hospitality being offered by the villagers. An hour later we were back at the Reservoir and everyone resumed his or her positions. The Armenian people appreciate good food, music, various drinks and having fun. While the khorovatz was cooking, some were dancing, others playing volleyball, badminton, and of course Chess. This was right up Aram�s and Joe�s alley and amongst the crowd there was a young lady, Mariana who was under 18�s Champion of Armenia as well as young kids who played well.
After hours of eating, playing sports, getting to know the crowd and resting, we headed back to Gyumri. On the bus the men were singing and two young boys who had good vocals sitting behind me were singing Armenian songs. The funny part was that these two boys had changed words to this Armenian song and added their own lyrics something to do with the Armenian budget being empty, I won�t go into details. The bus stopped so that everyone could pick flowers from a field covered with poppies, lavender etc. I was tired and stayed on the bus and to my surprise; one of the old men had picked a whole bunch of colourful flowers and gave them to me. We got back to Yerevan quite late but what a great day. Anyone reading this log, I would strongly encourage visiting villages and really experiencing what Armenian people are about, you will enjoy every minute of this wonderful experience.
Thursday, July 05, 2001
The Fifth of July
Yesterday was the 4th of July, American Independence Day. I went to some events related to the holiday after work, including the movie, "Patriot". Very average. Today, the fifth of July is a day off. It is Armenian Constitution Day... Who cares, really? But hey I'm not complaining. I decided not to go anywhere today, just to have a day to myself, to walk around, get a few things done, relax.
Jeff Kalousdian #2
Things started off great at 9am when I met Jeff Kalousdian (#2) of Rhode Island who brought me back my digital camera from America. Now I have to get him to meet Jeff Kalousdian (#1) of California and what happens. If the ground doesn't shake or anything, then we have to add the third Jeff Kaloudian (#3) who Jeff #1 has corresponded with over e-mail but none of us has met into the mix. Why am I babbling on about this? I dunno, it just is so strange that the only three Armenians I know named Jeff (which FYI is not an Armenian name) all happen to have the same last name, spelled the same (it is spelled more than 5 different ways), none are related to one another, and they have all three come into contact thanks to the internet.
So back to my digital camera... I really have missed it. It wasn't working after it got bumped this spring. I was heart broken as I was so used to having it and taking a million pictures, plus it would take so long to get it back to the states, repaired, and back here. In the one year I had it I took about 8,500 pictures. Overkill you say? Nah, you can never take too many pictures with this thing.
Now it is 8:30pm and I am surfing the web, drinking some iced mint tea I made today, and enjoying the great weather and the perfect breeze.
Yesterday was the 4th of July, American Independence Day. I went to some events related to the holiday after work, including the movie, "Patriot". Very average. Today, the fifth of July is a day off. It is Armenian Constitution Day... Who cares, really? But hey I'm not complaining. I decided not to go anywhere today, just to have a day to myself, to walk around, get a few things done, relax.
Jeff Kalousdian #2
Things started off great at 9am when I met Jeff Kalousdian (#2) of Rhode Island who brought me back my digital camera from America. Now I have to get him to meet Jeff Kalousdian (#1) of California and what happens. If the ground doesn't shake or anything, then we have to add the third Jeff Kaloudian (#3) who Jeff #1 has corresponded with over e-mail but none of us has met into the mix. Why am I babbling on about this? I dunno, it just is so strange that the only three Armenians I know named Jeff (which FYI is not an Armenian name) all happen to have the same last name, spelled the same (it is spelled more than 5 different ways), none are related to one another, and they have all three come into contact thanks to the internet.
So back to my digital camera... I really have missed it. It wasn't working after it got bumped this spring. I was heart broken as I was so used to having it and taking a million pictures, plus it would take so long to get it back to the states, repaired, and back here. In the one year I had it I took about 8,500 pictures. Overkill you say? Nah, you can never take too many pictures with this thing.
Now it is 8:30pm and I am surfing the web, drinking some iced mint tea I made today, and enjoying the great weather and the perfect breeze.
Tuesday, July 03, 2001
Its 11:30pm on Tuesday night (the timestamp below is always one hour behind) and my remodelers are still hard at work. I haven't had a chance to check on the progress today, so hopefully it has come a ways. I got back a half an hour ago from the LCO orientation dinner. I met some of the volunteers who will serve this month in Tatev and in Shushi.
Work is going well. My job right now is to open a Tourism/Visitor Information Center near Republic Square. We had a space, but it looks like we may have lost it. We have an awesome office manager to run the place and made an offer to a great gal for the PR/Info Manager position. I hope she accepts since the three of us would make a great team in addition to some volunteers helping to staff the question desk. An American tourism expert is here now volunteering to help us set things up and I am really anxious to get office space so that he can actually assist in the space layout and design...
The other good news is that I found a perfect book distributor for my Rediscovering Armenia guidebook. She is a real go-getter and it is quite critical for me now that I am working. Now I just need foreign distribution...
Work is going well. My job right now is to open a Tourism/Visitor Information Center near Republic Square. We had a space, but it looks like we may have lost it. We have an awesome office manager to run the place and made an offer to a great gal for the PR/Info Manager position. I hope she accepts since the three of us would make a great team in addition to some volunteers helping to staff the question desk. An American tourism expert is here now volunteering to help us set things up and I am really anxious to get office space so that he can actually assist in the space layout and design...
The other good news is that I found a perfect book distributor for my Rediscovering Armenia guidebook. She is a real go-getter and it is quite critical for me now that I am working. Now I just need foreign distribution...
Monday, July 02, 2001
Friday was the second conference on Country Competitiveness with guest speakers from the Irish Development Agency. The attendants broke into groups and discussed similarities/differences between Ireland and Armenia and whether Armenia had the right qualities and ingredients to be as successful as Ireland had been in the export of IT Sector. The afternoon session was spent on presenting findings from the groups to all.
In the evening I saw Komitas Chamber Music at the Opera House consisting of Komitas Quartet, Chamber Choir of Armenia, Hover Chamber Choir and Anna Mayilyan (soprano). I adore Anna�s unique voice; I had her CD back in Sydney that was a collection of �Sharakan�.
Saturday I went to Vernisage and bought a couple of things for the �new� kitchen, just can�t get enough of that place. On the remodelling front well it�s still going shall we say although the �Varbed� promised it would be completed by this coming weekend. I strongly doubt it as he had an accident yesterday while laying the kitchen tiles and ended up in hospital with stitches in his leg. Apart from this mishap there have been other obstacles such as delivery of wrong plaster for the walls, lack of water etc that have delayed the process by quite a few days. Ah the joys of �remonding�, it certainly keeps me on my toes. In fact I missed out on an opportunity to visit Karabagh because of the remond, I�m sure there will be another opportunity.
In the evening I saw Komitas Chamber Music at the Opera House consisting of Komitas Quartet, Chamber Choir of Armenia, Hover Chamber Choir and Anna Mayilyan (soprano). I adore Anna�s unique voice; I had her CD back in Sydney that was a collection of �Sharakan�.
Saturday I went to Vernisage and bought a couple of things for the �new� kitchen, just can�t get enough of that place. On the remodelling front well it�s still going shall we say although the �Varbed� promised it would be completed by this coming weekend. I strongly doubt it as he had an accident yesterday while laying the kitchen tiles and ended up in hospital with stitches in his leg. Apart from this mishap there have been other obstacles such as delivery of wrong plaster for the walls, lack of water etc that have delayed the process by quite a few days. Ah the joys of �remonding�, it certainly keeps me on my toes. In fact I missed out on an opportunity to visit Karabagh because of the remond, I�m sure there will be another opportunity.


