Yegparian: Mishmosh

This week’s going to be a medley of topics appearing on my radar screen. Hopefully, given all the Thanksgiving eating you’ll have done by the time you read this, you won’t get indigestion from the strange mixture, not to mention this interconnection of metaphors.

Last Friday, I had the honor of interpreting for Artsakh’s President Bako Sahagian at the Orange County World Affairs Council dinner. What added spice to that event were the picketers outside and the questions inside. I was told the “Turks” were outside. By the time I went out to look, they were gone. Perhaps it was the same group of Azeris who were also inside and submitted a number of questions, at least some of which were asked. They received good responses from Sahagian. Then they were outside picketing again as people were leaving. Ridiculously, one of the picketers was holding a sign that read “I AM FROM SHOUSHI…” but confessed he wasn’t from that city! They got minimal, if any, mileage out of their presence, but it did add excitement.