And other multilingual experiences of a traveler to Tashkent: Buyer Bedazzled, by Ronald Cluett. Via Kip, who links to it in the course of a long reminiscence of being an American kid in ’70s Iran (in a town confusingly called Arak) that is well worth reading for its own sake.
I did not know “Arak” was also spelled “Iraq.” (I mean, if I had, I’d’ve made hay of it, to be sure.) Wow. Learn something new every day…
So, Kip, did you learn any Farsi while you were there? (And if so, do you remember it?)
I’ve spent nearly an hour admiring the view from this lovely link ladder. Thank you.
In the course of fixing the dead links in the post I was gobsmacked — and, of course, pleased — to discover that Kip’s blog is not only still there but is still being regularly updated. (I provided an archived link to his reminiscence for a nostalgic view of what the blog looked like a couple of decades back.) I was also gobsmacked to realize I had ignored this bit from the Cluett post:
How could I have failed to mention that I also own a Pashto-Russian dictionary!
Barf detergent sounds dimly familiar, I think I must have read about it on Language Log (2008).
Ronald Cluett apparently believed in the hoary old “Chevy Nova” urban legend when he wrote that piece (no date on the page, earliest archive capture is from 2001). Oh well, maybe by now he knows better.