August 30, 2003

Teuila is Here!

Teuila is Here! The biggest cultural event in Samoa is the Teuila Festival in September, featuring choir singing, fire-knife dancing, parades, cricket tournaments, siva (traditional dance), fautasi (longboat) racing, the Miss Samoa contest, amongst other things.

If you were to spend a week in Samoa, this would be the time to do it. It's definately the most anticipated event of the year. I've been watching for months now as more and more yachts arrive in Apia Harbor. There are something close to forty now at anchor in the harbor. It's pretty impressive looking.

I'm really interested to see how the mood of the country changes during the week. Is my office going to slow down or shut down? Are there going to be swarms of people all over town?

I'm going to try too see and photograph as much of the events as possible. My friend Jennifer is coming on Wednesday with my new camers (Nikon Coolpix 5700) and I should be able to improve the level of my photography by a large order of magnitude.

The culmination of the festival is the Miss Samoa Pageant, whose theme for 2003 is "Samoa – Islands of Natural Beauty”.I haven't decided if I'm going to go or not. Tickets are 30 tala. It's going to be shown on TV Samoa, but I don't think it's going to be live.

Time Event Location
7.00pm Church choir competition EFKS Hall - Mulinuu


Monday 1 September 2003
Time Event Location
8.00am - Samoan cricket tournament Held at various malae kilikiti (Please contact STA)
- Stalls STA Grounds
- Demonstration of weaving STA village fales
- Carving of artifacts, & handicrafts  
4.00pm All Teuila participants to assemble for the grand march   Beyond Vaisigano bridge
4.30pm Teuila march led by the Police Band
  Bush Bikes decoration competition    
5.30pm Guests seated   Front of Govt Bldg
5.45pm Invocation (Rev. Taulima Oge - Church of the Nazarene)
- Call of Welcome
- Hon Hans Joachim Keil (Minister of Tourism)
- Lowering of the national flag Police Band to play
- Entertainment - Palalaua Secondary School Front of Govt Bldg
- Introduce Miss Samoa Contestants - 2003
- Entertainment - Leulumoega Fou College
7.00pm traditional songs competition    


Tuesday 2 September 2003
Time Event Location
8.00am - Samoan cricket tournament As above (Please contact STA)
- Stalls STA Grounds
- Demonstration of weaving STA village fales
- Carving of artifacts, & handicrafts  
  - treasure on the Pole   STA Ground
6.00pm - traditional dance competition   Front of Govt Bldg
  - Mc Donalds Variety Show    


Wednesday 3 September 2003
Time Event Location
8.00am - Samoan cricket tournament As above (Please contact STA)
- Stalls STA Grounds
- Demonstration of weaving STA village fales
- Carving of artifacts, & handicrafts
  - treasure on the Pole   STA Ground
9.00am - Taulafoga (traditional games)   STA village fales
10am - 12pm - Umu demonstration (traditional cookings; visitors are welcome to taste food)   STA Ground
6.00pm - Brass band competition   Front of Govt Bldg
  - Fire dance show    
  - Mc Donald's Variety Show    


Thursday 4 September 2003
Time Event Location
8.00am - Samoan cricket tournament As above (Please contact STA)
- Stalls STA Grounds
- Demonstration of weaving STA village fales
- Carving of artifacts, & handicrafts  
10:00am - treasure on the Pole STA Ground
- Paopao, Nofoa tasi & Nofoa lua race, Tulula race Apia waterfront
4.30-5.30pm - Fautasi race   Faleula - Apia waterfront
6.00pm - Mc Donald's variety show
Front of Govt Bldg

August 29, 2003

The Biggest Cat in Samoa

The Biggest Cat in Samoa
This might come as a big surprise you to many, but I, well, have this thing for cats. See, I love them. I can't help it. I just do it.

On Wednesday this past week, I went to Coconuts Beach Resort. Ostensibly it was for the swearing in ceremony for the latest group of Peace Corps volunteers. The real reason (don't tell anybody I told you) is that I wanted to photograph this cat.

She's really incredible. She probably weighs close to 30 pounds and looks like something out of the Pliestocene. I don't know what breed she is or what her owners are feeding her (Cat Growth Hormone?). All I know is you could strap it up and it could plow your taro fields or pull your chariot. She just wouldn't be so thrilled about it.

Look at those thumpers!

Happy Birthday, Paleni! We love you, Amigo!

Happy Birthday, Paleni! We love you, Amigo!

August 28, 2003

The Last Time I'll Ever Mention Mars on This Site (Most Likely

The Last Time I'll Ever Mention Mars on This Site (Most Likely)
Ok, so I've mentioned Mars a few times, but it is one of the most incredible thngs I've ever seen, so I suppose I can be excused.

Yesterday, at at 9:51 GMT Mars and Earth were only 55,758,006 km (34,646,418 miles) apart from center to center. This is the nearest the two planets have been in almost 60,000 years.

I don't what it looks like in your part of the world, but here in Samoa, where there are so many visible stars and they seem so close that you can almost reach out and touch the Milky Way, Mars stands out like a brilliant, orange beacon in the night sky. It's incedibly beautiful.

The picture to the left comes courtesy of the incredible Hubble Telescope.

You can find out more about the Red Planet at the NASA website

August 27, 2003

Congrats, New Group!

Congrats, New Group!
The new group of trainees officially became Peace Corps volunteers today in a ceremony at Coconuts Beach Resort. The very nice ceremony was highlighted by a funny speech by one of the new PCVs recounted all hilaious events of training.

Ambassador Charles Swindells was on hand to administer the oath and present the new volunteers with their treasured ID cards. He's the distingished gentleman to right, one of the few people in the picture who doesn't look like he just arrived on Fantasy Island.

The new group will all be working in Village Based Development, Intercoastal Management and the Future Farmers program. Welcome aboard and best of luck to all of you in the next two years.

I almost didn't make it to the ceremony. I was woken up right before 4am with a searing pain in the middle toe of my right food. When I tried to touch my, the pain was excruciating. I wasn't sure what happened, but my first thought was that I was bitten by a centipede. I hobbled out of bed, opened the med kit, sucked down some antihistamene and 4 Aleve. Even with the pain didn't go away for several hours and I couldn't get back to sleep.

I needed to get back to sleep if I was going to be at coherent the next, even if it was only for a few hours. The alarm didn't wake me up, but I popped up out of bed with a few minutues to spare before the last bus arrived which would get me into town to the hotel where the trainees were staying.

I was tired I almost fell off the bus when I tried to get off. I sucked a cup of tea at the hotel and somehow managed to get through the day.

The worst part about this is I couldn't catch the centipede and kill it which would have mad me feel a hell of lot better. Of course, the kittens were totally useless. They slept through the whole thing.

Coke Girl

Coke Girl

Jake Update

Jake Update
Jake seems to be doing really well. I've been giving her antibiotics everyday and though she loves to spit it out, with patience, I eventually get her swallow the pill. She has no signs of infection, which is amazing considering she lives outdoors and has no real way to keep her face, which has considerable damage, clean and tidy.

I've also been feeding her. I've been saving the scraps that I normally chuck outside to the dogs and instead bring them down to work to feed Jake. She doesn't seem to mind getting the leftovers. In fact, she's downright thrilled. It's a nice change from dealing with my ingrate little kittens.

All the Samoans, the security guards, the people who run the food stand, and others hanging around behind the elevators at the government building probably think I'm insane. But what's another insane palagi? They think we're all valea anyway.

Pua'a

When I originally built American Idle, I had a section on it called, "Word of the Week". I built little flash movies to explain Samoan words. The idea was to have a new one every week (duh!), but I couldn't keep it up. It just wasn't sustainable and if I learned one thing being in the Peace Corps, it's the importance of sustainability.

Anyway, I don't want to give up on the idea entirely, because there are some really great Samoan words, and I want to share, because that's the kind of guy I am. I've been playing around with this idea of "Word of the Moment" for long time, and now I'm finally going to do something about it, so here it goes.

Pua'a, as you might already know from reading about keke pua'a means "pig" in Fa'aSamoa. It's got a glottal stop, which can be tricky to pronounce, so I'm going to teach you how to do it.

Think of the word "uh-oh". Say it outloud. Hear the pause in the middle. Now say "ah-ah" in the same way. Add "pooh", like the bear, in front. "pooh ah-ah". Now say it fast and you have pua'a. It's actually not that tough to say.

Now you want to make sure you don't accidentally say "pua'i", because that means "to barf", as in, malie le loto, sa ou pua'i i lou pua'a , which translates to something like, "excuse me, but I seem to have thrown up on your pig."

Fautasi is coming!

The Quiet American
Fautasi boats are massive boats, with crews of 50 or so, that are raced a few times a year in Samoa. The races between villages are the highlight of Independence Day and the upcoming Teuila Festival. These boats are funded and campaigned by individual communities and the competition is quite fierce with crews training hard for months before major regattas. There is so much prestige for the winning village that the teams practice until they're exhausted and their hands are bloody with blisters.

For the last few weeks, a couple of boats in the Apia area have been practicing in the harbor. Some guy in the back of the boat is keeping the beat for the rowers by banging a drum which you can hear all over town. It's almost primal feeling to hear the beating of the drum as you see these huge boats flying across the water.

I've been trying to find more information about the boats online, but it's difficult to track anything down. I know that the boats are unique to the islands of American Samoa, Western Samoa and Tonga. They range in length from 90 to 105 feet or so and rowed from somewhere between 44 and 62 44 oarsmen and one helmsman. It's not a lot to go on, but it's something. I'm going to try to find out more at library some time this week.

I saw the races on Independence Day, June 4th. Hundreds of people were gathered 5-10 deep ll around the perimeter of our circular harbor to watch the finale of the race, which was something of an anti-climax because the race was shortened for some unknown reason and nobody knew when the boats were going to arrive.

Keke Pua'a

Keke Pua'a
There is something of a Chinese influence in modern Samoan cuisine that came about when immigrants from China came to the island to work. There's stir fry (falai) and chow mein and chop suey (sopisui).

My personal favorite of all of the sino-samoan foods is keke pua'a. If you're a dim sum fan and you know what bao is, then you have a pretty good idea of what to expect from keke pua'a. It's doughy pastry filled with pork. At least they used to be pork-filled. Nowadays most keke pua'a are filled with mamoe, or lamb, which wouldn't be so bad except that most of the lamb in Samoa is 90% fatty "flaps". Absolutely disgusting.

There is one place that I know of, Nettie's Market, where you can buy traditional keke pua'a made from pork. They are delicious and they cost 1 tala. What a deal.

August 26, 2003

Who Remembers When? Who Cares?

Faitala. Faitala. Faitala.

Faitala means gossip in Samoan, both the verb and the noun. It's also the name of the bimonthly newsletter put out by Peace Corps volunteers here. The newsletter is a conglomeration of news, stories, tips and humor (sort of).

The last issue had a story about "Crisis Corps" arriving in Micronesia, tips on fighting body odor, horoscopes, a profile of Bob Marley amongst other items. Most of it was actually good.

However, there was also a story inside entitled "Who Remembers When?: Good Time in Samoa." This article about the misadventures (mostly drunken) of a few PCVs is just plain offensive.

Why I do I need to read about volunteers falling over themselves, making fools of themselves and being embarrasing American idiots? I don't. No one does. Maybe this stuff happens sometimes, but so what? It's neither funny nor poignant, so I don't need it. This is personal stuff. It doesn't need to be broadcast to other volunteers, to the Peace Corps staff or anyone in Samoa who should happen upon a copy of Faitala.

If it's not bad enough that this story never should have seen print, there's a discaimer at the bottom which states, "Please do not take this article to mean that all PC Samoa volunteers are “drunks”". The insuation that any volunteers are "drunks" is not only insulting, it's asinine. You'd think volunteers were waking up in the morning, taking the day's first swig of hooch, falling asleep in the street in the middle of the day and spending their last sene on gutrot. Isn't that what drunks do? PCVs like to drink, some might even be alcoholics, but drunks? I don't think so.

I wrote an email to the editors letting them know how I felt. If I felt like this, think how the volunteers who were named in the story felt. The response was less then enthusiastic, as you can imagine.

One of the editors wanted to have a "little" talk with me, which is fine, except I didn't think I had anything more to add. I was curious, however, to see what she would say. She tells me that they are so happy to have submissions, that they'll print just about anything, which is both sad and pathetic. What If I wrote a story about how foul and obonoxious some volunteers are? Would they print that? I suppose they would.

She claimed Faitala was an open forum, which it's not. It's a closed forum. What are they going to do, print a retraction or an apology in the next newsletter 2 months from now when people have forgotten all about it. I don't think so. On the other had, this is site is an open forum. Feel free to comment away and tell me I'm ass. Go ahead, make my day.

She then went on to blame me for not saying anything before since I happened to be in the room when she was doing the final edits on the newsletter. As if I had any clue what stories she was working on. This is a very sad reality here of people not taking responsiblity for their actions.

The only thing she apologized for was taking the writer's word that all the volunteers mentioned in the story had been contacted and were ok with the contents. Of course, this turned out to be a complete load of shit.

Apparently the author was told that she had to get approval of all the mentioned volunteers. Not only did she not ask everybody, when she did ask them, at least on one occasion, she refused to share the contents of the story, was subsequently denied permission to run it by the volunteer, and went ahead and did it anyway. Could you be more disrespectful to your fellow volunteers? I suppose you could, but it would take concerted effort.

Meanwhile, the author found out about my objections to the printing of her story, and is none too pleased. I don't have a problem with her (at least until I discovered her "approval" methods). She can write all the stupid, offensive drivel she wants. The editors have the responsiblilty to make the judgement about what does and what does not belong in a volunteer newsletter. Anyway, this author has been telling people that I have no business making comments about her article because (apropos of nothing) I'm a bad volunteer.

Even if I am a bad volunteer (does she know what I do? does she know what my motivations are? I think you know the answer to that) what difference does it make if I have problem with her story? I think if anyone her criticized her story would be labeled a "bad volunteer" the same way anyone criticizes the current administration is "anti-American."

On top of all this, the story also commits the horrible sin of trying to be funny and failing miserably. You don't have to take my word for it. You can read the whole thing below (names withheld out of respect, which is more than I can say for Faitala.

Who Remembers When?
Good Times in Samoa
By ***** *******

There have been so many events in Samoa that we all end up laughing about. I mean lets face it, most of us are walking train wrecks and here we are all together on a little island. Outcome? A lot of seriously funny shit happening. So let’s just take a few faitala minutes to have a cozy stroll down memory lane…

Who remembers? Ah yes, let’s not forget the time when **** and ******* in a “very sober state” decided to try to get on the cruise ship that had docked in the harbor. Did it work? Ok, honestly if **** had done the talking, maybe. But ******* decided to play it cool and give a false room number to the security guard that was NOT, of course, a room number on that same ship. Then proceeds to try and chat the guy up in order to get a glimpse at greatness. Sorry ******* , no go. It’s not Samoa everywhere. Try again next time!

Who Remembers? ****’s going away party—now there were a couple of funnies there. First we had the Aussie guy come up to a group of us “gorgeous ladies” and beg for him to take a picture with us in it. Oh Dear God. And then ***** had to put the smack down on one guy who tried to touch booty—uh, no thanks!! Let’s not forget the pole dancing—didn’t ****** go for that one too?

Who Remembers? Group 70 fiafia. ****, sasa and a whole lot of “what the hell is going on??” There ****jumping around and acting the fool, which was what he was supposed to do, but then messing up the sasa big time. Humerous and endearing ****. Very good run for your money, man.

Who Remembers? Biting it--takin’ a spill--fallin’ on yo’ ass. Who is on that list? Oh, everyone. ***** accomplished that task twice in one day on the stairs. ******* biffed in training with ******laughing too hard to help her (bitch!). ****** generally trips over her feet a lot (kidding!). Has *** ever fallen? We won’t even begin about *******…

Who Remembers? ******* in Nuie deciding it was a fantastic idea to jump from the roof into the pool. And then everyone follows suit! *****, stop playing the bucket drum! No!! The bucket drum goes over the railing down a cliff—we’ll wait till morning to scale it guys.

Who Remembers? Trying NOT to confuse a taxi driver who is dropping you off in Moto'otua. Stop here at the pole…no HERE, no just a uh, shit. Yeah thanks. Fa.

Who Remembers? *** getting dancing lessons from ***** on how to “freak” properly. How low can you really go? I think we need to ask *** that question!!

Who Remembers? ***** having to do the walk of shame and leave out the service entrance of Aggies. Why? Oh just cause she snuck in in the wee morning hours to hang out with a NZ rugby player, whose freakin name is Anzack (sic) (as in the day!!) Who would have thought—hey *****, do all Samoan guys wear panties?

Who Remembers? When ***** passed out and ****** danced around him creating a work of art out of his face. Does ***** ever wake up? Is he impossible to stir or what? Don’t forget the mustache ******! And don’t forget when *******’s name was tattooed on ***’s nether-regions. Do we even want to know about this one?

Who Remembers? ALL THE NIGHTS AT MT. VAEA!!

There are so many wonderful memories that I will be taking home from my PC experience. These are only a few. It’s important to re-cap why we are here, who we share laughs with, and generally who makes an ass of themselves! God knows I’ve done it more than once. So let the beat go on…

***Additional Disclaimer: These are the views of one PCV and do not reflect the views or attitudes of PC USA, PC Samoa, or CD/Senior Staff of PC Samoa. Please do not take this article to mean that all PC Samoa volunteers are “drunks”.

August 25, 2003

More PCVs Head for Home

More PCVs head for home
Another group of volunteers left the fair shores of Samoa and headed home tonight. They join ranks of the thousands of RPCVs (returned Peace Corps volunters) who've left their country of service and began the adjustment to life at home.

There are RPCV organizations all over the country and the world. The groups are specific both to region (RPCVS of Northern California) and country (Friends of Samoa). They serve to contunie the great service and perpetuate the mission of the Peace Corps through fund raising, awareness raising and hell raising. (well, I made up the last one.)

Bon Voyage to all departing PCVs.

Naked Chef II

Beef with Soy Sauce and Ginger

2 (8 ounce/ 225 gram) sirloin steaks
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 pak choy or bok choy (even spinach or any other greens will do)
8 tablespoons soy sauce
1 thumb-sized piece of ginger, peeled
1 chilli, deseeded and finely chopped
1/2 a garlic clove, finely grated
1 lime, juiced
Olive oil

On a very hot griddle pan, cook your seasoned piece of sirloin steak until medium or to your liking. Place in a plate and allow to rest for 2 minutes.

Now cook your greens in salted boiling water until tender.
While hot, douse with a good couple of tablespoons of soy sauce, and sprinkle
with the garlic, ginger, chilli, lime juice and olive oil.

When the greens are cooked, simply divide onto two plates, thinly slice up the sirloin steaks, place on top of the greens and drizzle with any of the infused sauce left on the resting plate.

A good friend of mine just sent the entire contents (all 112 glorious pages) of Jamie Oliver's Naked Chef 2 cookbook in MS Word. The book has tons of recipes that I can make with ingredients I can pick up locally here in Samoa. I can't get "purple basil" or proscuitto, or a few other things, but I can live with that.

Remember, it's not the chef that's naked, it's the food! Sorry to disappoint.

I was searching online for information about Jamie Oliver and I found a few articles about the release of a fake book and has the publishers over at Penguin UK all in uproar. Apparently, these recipes from various publications of the Naked Chef have been compiled into a fake book and emailed to millions of people worldwide. Of course, the publishers are in a stew because this fake book is going to hurt sales, or so they think. It might have the opposite effect as thousands of people who might have never heard of Jamie Oliver are getting to know him.

I don't know how or where my buddy got this book. I actually don't care.
All I know is that I'm making beef with soy sauce and ginger some time this week.

Want to come over for dinner?

I've Got Worms!

I've Got Worms!
I don't really have worms. I've got one worm. Something called the W32.Welchia.Worm has infected my computer and I don't know what to do about it.

The worm starts uploading information as soon as I get online. This wouldn't be such a big deal except that in Samoa, Internet accounts are charged by the Megabyte and by the hour, and it's slowing my already tortoise-like conection down to standstill.

When I realized I had a virus of somesort I downloaded Ad-Aware to remove any spyware that could be trying to send massive amounts of data from my machine over the net. This didn't do anything but delete a few useless cookies.

Then this afternoon, I went over to a friends office to install the latest version of Norton Anti-Virus (2003) which is how I discovered the worm. But Norton can figure out how to delete it.

I'm goinging through the documetion online right to see if I can find a solution and get rid of this nasty little parasite. Any suggestions greatly appeciated.

***update***
It looks like Symantec has a "tool" to disable and remove the worm. I'm going to go download it and see how it works for me. Wish me luck.

August 24, 2003

Bagels in Paradise

Bagels in Paradise

Anyone who has been following my exploits on American Idle knows that been doing a lot of baking lately. Mostly I've been cooking up pizzas, experimenting with different formulas for dough and toppings. I've had some very impressive successes and some monumental failures, but it's most been a lot of fun to play around in the kitchen.

I haven't really delved into anything more serious for lack of equipment. But in the last week or so, I have picked up a few things here and there from departing volunteers and have added some more essentials to my growing collection of kitchenware including a massive stockpot, baking dishes and measuring spoons. Now I have just about everything I need to make bagels. BAGELS!!!!!!

If there's one thing that I've been craving that I can't get in Samoa, it's bagels. There's a great bakery in town called Mari's that has bagels on the menu, but I've never actually seen them for sale. For the longest time, I had been expecting another PCV in my group to make them, but after repeated claims, he never came through. A fellow volunteer did bring me a bag of sesame bagels from Hawaii on her return from the States, but they disappeared in a hurry, and that was a long time ago. Since I now have all the tools at hand, I couldn't wait any longer. It was time to get my hands dirty and cook up some Jewish soul food. (What are you supposed to do when the closest bagelry is 4,000 miles away across a large body of water?)

I went down to Lucky Foodtown and picked up 3 kinds of flour, all-purpose, whole wheat and cornmeal. I bought a jar of molasses from Chan Mow (I was going to try to make the pumpernickel variation even thought I couldn't find rye anywhere in Samoa, but, to be honest, I didn't look that hard). Everything else in the recipe I had on hand (water, sugar, salt, egg, yeast).



This morning, after feeding the kittens, I started getting down to business. I mixed the dough in my new, very large enamel mixing bowl. It was a major pain. The recipe calls for an electric mixer to whip up the 5? cups of flour and water into a dough. I don't have an electric mixer. All I've got is a wooden spatula, my hands and my Greek God like forearms. I worked over the dough for something like half an hour to get it to smooth out. It wasn't totally smooth, but I was worn out, so fuck it, time to move to next step.

The dough sat covered for 40 minutes to rise. In the meantime, I played FreeCell (I'm addicted, I admit it) and lost an auction on eBay for an IBM 1 GIG micro drive that I was desperate to win. I need it for my new camera. Oh well. I'll find another one somewhere else.

Back in the kitchen, I removed the towel and looked at the dough. It had risen to twice its original size, but the color was more of a light, whole wheat brown, than the dark pumpernickel I was expecting. Maybe I didn't put in enough molasses. Or was it the missing rye? (look of confusion)

It was time to start forming the bagels.

There seem to be two schools of thought on this. One method of bagel formation involves rolling the dough into a rough sphere, then poking a hole through the middle with your thumbs and then pulling at the dough around the hole to make the bagel. This is the "hole-centric" method.

The second method involves making a long cylindrical worm of dough and wrapping it around your hand into a loop and mashing the ends together. This is the "dough-centric" method. The latter seemed overly complex so I went with the "hole-centric" method.


It doesn't really matter how you make them, as long as they aren't made with something like a cookie cutter. Otherwise you risk pushing your bagels out of the Jewish realm and making them distinctly Gentile. Bagels are not meant to be symmetrical and perfect. Like snowflakes, no two genuine bagels should be exactly alike.

I separated the dough into 12 little, roughly even balls. This is harder than it seems. How do you judge 1/12th of a big a chunk of dough? It turns out I couldn't. But I nailed 1/11th right on the head. I didn't want to make 11 bagels. It just didn't seem right. 13, okay. 12, right on. But 11? Uh-unh. I just pulled a little bit from each of the 11 to make the 12th and I was ready to move on to the formation.

I flattened each sphere down and poked holes in the center with my thumbs, smoothing the dough and trying to maintain a roughly round shape. It's amazing. It's actually starting to look like I'm going to have a dozen bagels on my hands in no time at all. Now we're starting to get somewhere.

I placed the bagels on my floured cutting board to rise again while I boiled the sugar water mixture in the stock pot. I didn't have any granulated sugar so I used brown sugar. What did it matter?

After 20 minutes, the bagels had risen about ? again, the water was simmering gently and it was time for bagels to take a hot bath. The bagels should sink first, then gracefully float to the top of the simmering water. If they float, it's not a big deal, but it does mean that you'll have a somewhat more bready (and less bagely) texture.

There was nothing even remotely graceful about my bagels. They just popped right up to the surface. After soaking for 4-5 minutes, the dough was as wrinkled as an old Yenta after a long bath.

I could only boil 4 bagels at a time. After 3 shifts of soaking, I laid them all out on baking sheet sprinkled with cornmeal. I was supposed to brush the tops lightly with a wash of egg yolk, but when I took my one remaining egg out of the fridge, it was frozen solid.



I'm having some climate control issues with my refrigerator at the moment. It turned out not to be such a big deal. I let the egg thaw just enough so that I could easily pull off the semi-frozen egg whites, then defrosted the yolk by gently whipping it with a fork.

I threw the bagels in the oven at 200 degrees Celsius (400F). In 30 minutes, I had 12 steaming golden brown bagels. I was supposed to let them cool, but I couldn't wait. I cracked one open and slapped on cream cheese. Delicious! Give me some smoked whitefish and I'd be in absolute heaven.

(What's really impressive is that I managed to make these bagels despite the smell of a recently deceased and decaying rat that was festering above the ceiling in my kitchen. The odor would have overcome a lesser man.)

The best part came when I brought a few bagels over to my neighbors two doors down, Masima and Fetu. I doubt they've ever had bagels before so they wouldn't have anything to compare them against. And, being Samoan, they would never tell me if they didn't like them. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that for once I was able to share a little part of my culture with Samoans who've given me so much of theirs.

THE BASIC BAGEL

AmountMeasureIngredient -- Preparation Method
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2cWarm water (100 to 115 -deg.F)
2pkActive dry yeast
3tbSugar
3 tsSalt
About 5 3/4cupsAll-purpose flour (unsifted)
3qtWater with 1 Tbl sugar
  Cornmeal
1 Egg yolk beaten with 1 Tbl -water

Combine water and yeast in the large bowl of an electric mixer.

Let stand 5 minutes. Stir in sugar and salt.

Gradually mix in 4 cups of the flour. Beat at medium speed for 5 minutes. With a spoon, mix in about 1 1/4 cups more flour to make a stiff dough. Turn out on a floured board and knead until smooth, elastic, and no longer sticky, about 15 minutes.

Add more flour as needed (dough should be firmer than for most other yeast breads). Place in a greased bowl, cover, and let rise in a warm place until almost doubled, about 40 minutes. Knead dough lightly, then divide into 12 equal pieces. To shape, knead each piece, forming it into a smooth ball. Holding ball with both hands, poke your thumbs through the center. With one thumb in the hole, work around perimeter, shaping bagel like a doughnut, 3 to 3 1/2 across. Place shaped bagels on a lightly floured board, cover lightly, and let stand in a warm place for 20 minutes. Bring the water-sugar mixture to boiling in a 4 or 5 quart pan.

Adjust heat to keep it boiling gently. Lightly grease baking a baking sheet and sprinkle with cornmeal. Gently lift one bagel at a time and drop into water.

Boil about 4 at a time, turning often, for 5 minutes. Lift out with a slotted spatula, drain briefly on a towel, and place on the baking sheet. Brush bagels with the egg yolk glaze and bake in a 400 deg.F oven for about 35 to 40 minutes, or until well browned and crusty. Cool on a rack. Makes 12.

WHOLE WHEAT BAGELS -----+-----+------ Follow basic
recipe, omitting sugar; use 3 Tbl honey instead. In
place of the flour, use 2 cups whole wheat, 1/2 cup
wheat germ, and about 2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour.
Mix in all the whole wheat flour and wheat germ and 1
1/4 cups all-purpose flour before beating dough. Then
mix in about 1 1/2 cups more all-purpose flour, knead,
and finish as directed.

PUMPERNICKEL BAGELS *+* Follow basic recipe, omitting
sugar; instead use 3 Tbl dark molasses. In place of
the flour use 2 cups each rye and whole wheat and
about 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour. Add all the rye
and 1 cup each of the whole wheat and all-purpose
before beating dough. Then add remaining 1 cup of
whole wheat and about 3/4 cup more all-purpose flour,
knead, and finish as directed.

MORE BAGEL VARIETY ----+-----+------- Try adding 1/2
cup instant toasted onion to the whole wheat or basic
bagels; add it to the yeast mixture along with the
sugar and salt. Or sprinkle 1/2 tsp poppy or sesame
seed or 1/4 tsp coarse salt on each glazed bagel
before baking. Or add 1 Tbl caraway seed to
pumpernickel bagels, then sprinkle each glazed bagel
with 1/2 tsp more caraway seed before baking.


August 22, 2003

Bada Bing!

I picked up a TV and a VCR from a departing PCV. I don't really need it. I have lived without a TV for a long time and could continue to do so indefinately. However, it is another good insight in the culture.

I have a remote control, but I can't exactly sit on the couch and channel surf. There's one channel here: Televise Samoa. (There is cable, but it's damn expensive) It's important that I keep track of the programming because it's the major water-cooler talk at the office.

TV Samoa shows some western programming, kids shows from Australia, "Ed", a few other various and sundry items. There's news from the BBC and New Zealand. There's lots of sports, but mostly rugby. There's a great music show on Sunday's called "My Kind of Music", which shows videos or concerts for an hour from one performer or group (last week: J-Lo). And there's a movie every night. It's not always great, but it's there.

TV Samoa is so small that I we can call up and request movies and they will played later in the week. How cool is that? I suppose the programming director just goes to the local video store and picks it off the shelf. I don't think there's much consideration about copyright issues.

Sarah, who sold me the TV, also left me a massive box of videos. Some movies. Some TV shows taped at home and sent here. A lot of crap, really. But there are two tapes of "The Sopranos" and I'm slowly going through the episodes. Bada Bing Baby!

August 21, 2003

Accommodation

<b>From</b>: "Lafi, Esera"
<b>To</b>: "Andrew Hecht (E-mail)" <hechtic1@yahoo.com>
<b>Subject</b>: Accommodation
<b>Date</b>: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 16:19:29 -1100

Still not being able to get hold of Maiava (told early this morning that
he was in a Management meeting) but did talk to the new Secretary for
Housing.

From what he said, Claire's house at Vaiala has been taken. I requested
him to scout out for a vacant /available place in and around Apia for you.
I have followed that up with a letter requesting a house and I reminded
him that you need to get out of Fagalii and I would appreciate if he can
find a house. I will continue to communicate with him and hope that he can come up with the goods. Tried to get hold of Maiava again after 3:00pm but was
told that he went out. Will keep on trying??

Going Nowhere

I talked to Maiava today at work and he said that he hasn't been able to get in touch with his "buddy" at Public Works. I don't think anything is ever going to happen. It's such a fucken mess. If I don't get Claire's house, which I have more and more doubts about, I don't know where I'm going to live. I don't know of any other furnished place in town.

New Neighbors

New NeighborsFor the last several mornings, I've been hearing the yelping of puppies that sound like they are being restrained or something. I could only take it for so long. Then I would walk outside to try to find out what the fuck was going on, and it would stop.

This morning I heard it again. I walked down towards the next house where I thought it was coming from, but didn't hear a thing. Then, as I headed back towards my place, I could hear the canine cries coming front right in front of my house.

Inside a large tree stump about 10 feet from my front door were 4 spanking new puppies. The mother is the dog who bit me on my first night at my house (she is scared to death of my camera). I've forgiven her indiscretion and starting feeding her scraps that my kittens won't eat. She now wags her tail with anticipation when I get off the bus or arrive on my bike and protects my house from strangers. Not a bad deal.

So now she's got this litter of puppies. It will interesting to see how long they last. Samoans love puppies. A few have been stolen from Peace Corps volunteers and I doubt these little guys will be around for long. I'd like one, but I don't really need another mouth to feed and the kittens would probably beat the crap out of the toughest of the lot.

August 20, 2003

Go Slugs!

Go Slugs!
Princeton Review has released its rankings for American Universities, and UC Santa Cruz, not any big surpise here, is ranked number one for best campus. It's an amzaing place, situated on the hills amidst the redwoods overlooking the Monterrey Bay. It's also the largest campus in the country by quite some margin.

In something of a coup Santa Cruz finished out of the top ten (13th) in the "Birkenstock-Wearing, Tree-Hugging, Clove-Smoking Vegetarians" category. The place must have gone through some kind of transformation since I graduated.

You can find the Princeton Review rankings here

Al Franken In Sorry State

Al Franken In Sorry State
Comedian apologizes to Ashcroft for "imprudent attempt at satire"

AUGUST 20--Comedian Al Franken last month wrote an apology letter to Attorney General John Ashcroft, admitting that he was not truthful when he previously sought Ashcroft's views on abstinence.

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August 19, 2003

Cat Nip in the Peace Corps Office

Of all the things to find left in the "free" box in the Peace Corps, I discovered a little plastic container of cat nip. I quickly nabbed it and brought it to home to drug the kittens.

I was worried it might have lost it's potency because it says on the label, "store in a cool, dry place" and Samoa is anything but cool and dry. However, as I opened the top, the cats were all over it like a junkie in heroin den.

They were fighting to get there little faces into the tub and Fil reached in with her paw and dumped a load of nip on the floor, then proceeded to roll all over it. It's good kitty fun.

August 18, 2003

Yachties in Apia for Teuila

Yacht Owners in Town
by Malia Sio and Josephine Nickel
18 August 2003

Couple Clive and Jane Green are in town with friends Niel and Brycea Meyer.
The couples have just come from the Northern Cooks, and will be here for our Teuila festivities.

They are part of some 30 yachts of all sizes moored inside Apia Harbor.

The Greens have been travelling from east to west and their next ports of call will be Tonga, Fiji, Australia and New Zealand.

Thecouple are both retired and plan to travel around for a while before settling down in England.

The Meyers however are on much younger and plan to sail around the world for another three years before they get back into work. Niel is an engineer while Brycea is a hotel operator.

The couples both commented on how friendly are people they’ve met so far.

“It would be difficult to say anything other then complimentary remarks about Samoa,” Mr Green said.

“The food is great and the prices are reasonable.” That is compared to say French Polynesia, where they traveled through.

“Samoa is a great place for shopping and eating out,” he added.

The yacht facilities down at the local wharf have also been satisfying for the couples. With showers and everything that the yachties need for the security of their boats.

They also pointed out that government should be mindful of the importance of yachties and the kind of money they inject into the local economy. This is compared to the regular cruise ship passenger who spends only hours in the country and while here, usually dine at the ship’s restaurants.

“We basically spend around $US500 ($1500) in a month, when we visit Apia. This is because we stay longer on the island, we buy supplies of food to fill up our yachts and we explore the restaurants, bars, and shops day and night and we always enjoy the church services on Sundays,” said Mr. Green.

He also added that they will be renting a car to take a sightseeing tour of the island next week.

“We give money straight to the grassroots of Samoa, because we buy fruits and handicrafts from the markets, we eat out at the restaurants and we shop around the many stores in town,” said Mr. Green.

The Greens say that they’ll be settling down soon, when they manage to sell their boat.

The Meyer’s yacht was built in South Africa and he says that Springboks beer is not as good as the local Vailima.

“We will always come back for Samoan beer eh,” he laughed.

The two couples will be staying over for the duration of the Teuila Festival and say that they will visit Samoa again.

August 16, 2003

American Policy Upsets Locals

Locals and Peace Corps volunteer alike are struggling with the new American polisy that requires Samoans seeking visas to the U.S. to visit the embassy in Auckand, New Zealand or Suva, Fiji for paperwork, instead of completeing the application here in Samoa.

Apparently the reason for the change in policy is security following 9/11. I fully understand considering what a threat Samoans represent to integrity of the continental United States.

Several PCVs with Samoan significant others have had to deal with this new policy that's going to make it all but impossible to bring their boyfriends/girlfriends or husbands/wives home with them.

American policy upsets locals
by Malia Sio
16 August 2003

Local resident Avalogo Tony - who has been trying to get an American visa for his mother to travel to her cousin's wedding in Hawaii - is very unhappy.
The American Embassy in Apia is enforcing a new United States policy that became effective on 1 August.

This requires many applicants for American visas to now travel to Auckland for a personal interview with a consular officer at the American Consulate-General there.

This is despite the Americans having an embassy in Apia, which was previously able to handle most visa applications.

"The new policy is very inconvenient," he said. "We really cannot afford to pay her fare to New Zealand, when even then we will not be sure if she will get the visa or not."

He said his mother was booked to leave this week. But because of the difficulty getting a visa, the village pastor has taken his mother's wedding present on her behalf.

COMPLAINTS
He is not alone in his displeasure. Local travel agencies said yesterday they are getting many complaints about the new policy.

Patsy Annandale, of Polynesia Travel and Tours, said:

"People have been complaining and I don't blame them. Who can afford to travel to New Zealand then if the visa is not granted, fly back?"

A representative of