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Language advice you may or may not want to try

Abu Tulip has been reading a book, How Languages are Learned  by Patsy M. Lightbown and Nina Spada.  This passage caught his eye, especially considering how difficult some of the sounds of Arabic are for speakers of Western languages.

"Another aspect of personality that has been studied is inhibition.  It has been suggested that inhibition discourages risk-taking, which is necessary for progress in language learning.   This is often considered to be a particular problem for adolescents, who are more self-conscious that younger learners.  In a series of studies, Alexander Guiora and his colleagues (1972) found support for the claim that inhibition is a negative force, at least for second language pronunciation performance.  One study involved an analysis of the effects of small doses of alcohol, known for its ability to reduce inhibition, on pronunciation.  Study participants who drank small amounts of alcohol did better on pronunciation tests than those who did not drink any.  While results such as these are interesting, they may have more to do with performance than with learning.  We may also note, in passing, that when larger doses of alcohol were administered, pronunciation rapidly deteriorated!"

 
(page 61)

I can think of a few people who probably would have been willing to participate in that study and contribute to scientific knowledge.   ~Abu Tulip

Blog about Jordan day

We've lived here in the Middle East for over five years.  It's hard to imagine being anywhere else.  I often don't really think about the fact that I'm a foreigner - a guest in the country.  I've learned the language (to an extent), love the food, and two of my children were born here.   Our oldest is in a local, private school where Arabic is the primary language.  It's adorable to watch him practice for his upcoming assembly, sharing "ana ilmalfuuf"  (I am the cabbage), a presentation on vegetables.

When I meet new people, they often ask, "where is home?"  I usually answer, "home is here".  This is my home.  Of course I miss family and friends who are back in the states, and there are certainly days I yearn for certain characteristics of my passport culture, but I'm proud to say we really have made our life here.

I realized my friends understood this during a recent choir rehearsal.  The choir I sing with is an eclectic mix of locals and foreigners.  We've been learning some Arabic folkloric music, and it is just fascinating.  At one point, the director asked for the Arabs to sing a section once through, and then for the others to sing once through.  This was for her to listen to us sing and check to make sure we were getting the pronunciation and nuances of Arabic music.  Quarter tones are amazing, but a challenge for us Western singers.  An Arab friend turned to me and asked, "inti ma3na 'aw mahum?"  (are with you us or them?) .  I smiled.  Both?  She had given me the ultimate compliment.

So, thank you Jordan, for accepting me into your country.  Your friendship, hospitality, food, music, and grace are in abundance. 

~ Um Tulip

The best reason to wear a hijab

So, the other day I was driving home from work and saw the best reason to wear a hijab to date.  There have been some fascinating articles lately about women who wear the hijab, a typical headscarf for Muslim women. 

Check out 7iber.com and you'll find a lot of discussion.

Where we live, I'd say over half the women do cover, usually in stylish scarves that match their outfit.  It's usually a family decision.  The 8 year old daughter of neighbors has even started wearing one occasionally, so she can look like her mommy.  Choice?  Sort of.  Not any different than a daughter wanting to wear earrings like her mother.  Or our friend's daughter wanting to have the Coptic cross tattoo on her wrist, like so many of her friends. Or maybe not.  I'll let others work that out.

Regardless, as I was driving home I saw a woman driving through the circle, gesturing and talking.  There was no one in the passenger seat.  Then I noticed she had her mobile phone tucked in her hijab right against her ear.  It was almost invisible.  Why bother with a fancy bluetooth headset? Shatra, mu?

~ Um Tulip

Dozan wa Awtar February performance

Follow this link so see my friend's post about the first Feb. concert.    Next stop will be at Beit al-Ruwwad in Hashmi next week.  From musicals and choreography to muwashahaat (folkloric) music, Dozan is here to serve. 
~ Um Tulip

from the mouths of babes...

Here are a few comments from my children.  It's been a long couple weeks, as a bad virus went to the family. Baby Bulb turned one and was sick on his birthday.  We're all on the mend now, and in the past few days I've been making notes of some of their crazy comments.

Baby Bulb's words are pretty much: haada (this)  dad, dibedibedibe, and waaaa.

The other two, however:

Oliver: "Are mouses real?  I never saw one."
Teddy Bear: "I saw a mouse in my school...in a story."  (sigh of relief from the parents)



Oliver: "Can you find a different way to help me get to sleep?  Counting backwards is really hard,
mom."

Teddy Bear: "I flushed the toilet and I wiped my bottom two times - not two and a half - Mom - David is two and a half."

Teddy Bear: "Coconuts don't eat onions - cuz they don't have mouths."

Mom: "I think we should change your jammies as they have throw up on them.  Teddy Bear: "Tomorrow I don't want to wear them."

Teddy Bear: "Don't touch your hand on this side of the potty - I peed on it, okay?"

Dad: "Buckle your seatbelt." 
Oliver: "Seatbelts are for cars - and airplanes."
 Teddy Bear: "If you go upside down in an airplane you need to have a seatbelt."
Oliver: "Yeah, in a plane they have a potty - but you can't use it all the time."  (we learned this the hard way)
Teddy Bear "Cars don't have potties!
Oliver: "You shouldn't go to the potty in an airplane when it goes upside down - you know what might happen?"

~ Um Tulip

Jerusalem Trip: Part 3

Better late than never, right?  Have some spare time this morning and thought I'd better finish up writing about our trip as promised.  I'm a stickler for following through with what I started, but that's hard to do with three little boys, especially as baby bulb is learning to walk!

I left off with our first night at the Notre Dame center in the Holy City.  However, we still had one more day before actually seeing Jerusalem.  We got on the bus after a lovely breakfast (lots of food kids love) and headed toward Bethlehem.  Approaching the wall was probably the most difficult leg of the trip for all of us.  One new friend tried to distract us by telling us about olive oil.  Apparently, there is some amazing olive oil made in one part of the country that only locals can consume, as it's too heavy for foreigners.  She can hardly cook with it herself.   Each region has special olive groves with a unique flavor.  It reminded me of listening to wine aficionados and coffee growers discuss their crops.  Unfortunately, she couldn't distract us for long, as the conversation lends itself to a discussion of the land.  The tragedy of so many losing their precious olive groves leaves me speechless.

 

Olive trees dating to the time of Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane

Getting into Bethlehem took a while as we waited for a procession from the president of Costa Rica.  Then, we got tied up inside the Church of the Nativity as the security for the Costa Rican president came through.  The highlight was performing in the Church of St. Catherine next to the Church of the Nativity.  We joined in a beautiful mass and enjoyed a local monk playing the organ afterward.  We had lunch at a local pizza place and Abu Tulip got to meet up with a friend who lives in the area.  His son is a friend of ours from our college days.

 

  

The ancient mosaic floor under the current floor of the Church of the Nativity.

Dinner was back at the hotel and we got ready for a lot of walking the next day.  Our hosts couldn't have been better tour guides.  Not only did they know the history of the land, they could point out to an old home in the old city and mention, "That is my family's home.  My brother still lives there."  It was intensely personal.  A friend shared with us how her family and many Christian families decided to sell their homes to the Latin Patriarch.  While they continue to live there, this secures their home as part of the Palestinian Christian area, preventing it from being sold to others who will not preserve their heritage.    I recently read how in the 1920s the old city was around 52% Christian homes.  Today the percentage is a dismal one quarter of 1%.  The city risks become nothing more than a tourist attraction.  Again, I'm left without words to describe the anger and pain I feel along with my Arab brothers and sisters.  

 

View of the old city, looking over the Valley of the Kings.  I can hear Jesus weeping.

Phenomenal mosaics at the Church of the Ascension.  We weren't able to sing inside as another group was already there, singing a mass in German.  The acoustics would have been beautiful.

We did get to sing here, the Dormition of Mary Church

There weren't many tourists, so it was quiet and beautiful as we filled the space with song.  We stood in a circle, letting our voices play off the walls of the space.

 

I will never get over the unifying nature of making music together.
May the heavens delight in the sound.  ~ Um Tulip

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo

He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. ~Robert Browning

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken. ~Ludwig van Beethoven