Poland Report II

Hello again from Katowice! In the past week, we’ve seen some beautiful and some terrible things, and met some of the nicest students in the world. Our English class is in full swing and we’re enjoying ourselves immensely. Our students are between 14 and 24 years of age, and most look much younger than their ages. They are so open and honest, and they appreciate absolutely everything we say or do. It’s almost embarrassing. We’ve taken so many pictures, and I know that when our class ends on Thursday night, there will be some tears (and some will be mine – I’m such a sap!).

Friday morning we’re heading to Warsaw, where we’ll get to do some more sightseeing before flying back to Toronto on Sunday night. Hope to see some of you soon. And the rest, stay tuned for the Poland Gallery!

Wish You Were Here

I’m writing from the home of one of our hosts, so I can’t say much, but Brooke and I are having a wonderful time. After a certain amount of culture shock, we’re settling in. We’ve done some sightseeing already, to Krakow and to a salt mine near there (the city’s name escapes me at the moment). Tomorrow we’re going to see Auschwitz, which is not “sightseeing” but which will be a valuable experience.

The Polish people we have met so far have been incredibly hospitable and friendly. This is a place we may want to visit again!

I’ll have more to share soon…

How I’m Spending My Summer Vocation

Tomorrow night, Brooke and I leave for 16 days in Poland. We’re travelling to Katowice, in the southern part of the country, near Krakow, to help the Katowice Baptist Church with their summer ESL program. There are ten of us going, and it will be both fun and a challenge to live and work together as a group for the next few weeks.

Though it’s not really a vacation, I’m hoping that in the process of teaching and serving the needs of the church there, I’ll gain some insight into another culture and learn about the history of a fascinating part of the world. However…

While doing some research on hotels and restaurants in Krakow, where we’ll be spending a day or two, I found that Poland has its own equivalent of Hooters. Behold Rooster! The web site assures me “Thanks to such reachness of menu everyone will find something suitable for oneselves.” Hmm. I wonder if the Rooster girls need ESL lessons. 🙂

Dead Funny

The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers

Welcome to the sixth stop on the Virtual Book Tour for Mary Roach’s book.

I loved the book. Mary manages to impart a lot of scientific knowledge while never quite losing her “holy crap, I’m sitting here with a dead guy” attitude. She’s very very funny, but never disrespectful. So many of the situations she finds herself in while researching the book are just inherently strange and therefore ready to be mined for black black humour.

She explains in the introduction that “this is a book about notable achievements made while dead.” Here is an excerpt that highlights a not-so-notable achievement, but which made me laugh. Roach is talking about gas, and how it’s caused by bacteria in our gut feeding on what we’ve eaten. After death, the bacteria begins to feed on us:

The difference is that when we’re alive, we expel that gas. The dead, lacking workable stomach muscles and sphincters and bedmates to annoy, do not. Cannot. So the gas builds up and the belly bloats. I ask Arpad why the gas wouldn’t just get forced out eventually. He explains that the small intestine has pretty much collapsed and sealed itself off. Or that there might be “something” blocking its egress. Though he allows, with some prodding, that a little bad air often does, in fact, slip out, and so, as a matter of record, it can be said that dead people fart. It needn’t be, but it can.

As you can see, this is a great book. And even though fans of Six Feet Under might know a few of these things, there’s much more for them (us!) in here. The history of embalming, dissection, grave-robbing, human crash-test dummies; it’s all here.

Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers is not really about scatalogical humour, despite my choice of excerpt. It’s a funny and insightful book born out of the morbid curiosity about death that all of us share.