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Day 7: Sixteen years old

January 18, 2009


It would be nice to sleep during the night. Ever since I took this job, to which I roll in at 1 pm at the earliest, I have inhabited a different night-time world, chiefly distinguished by its different inhabitants: insomniacs, the unemployed, freelancers. I now have friendships that I pursue exclusively from 1 to 4 […]

Day 2: The buckles

January 13, 2009


Yeah, I’m sticking with this painstaking transcription, even though clearly hardly any of the 82 permitted people read the last one. Well, it can just be a diary then.I spent most of the morning with DNA, a man who is so profoundly strange and unusual that I should have felt no surprise when he announced […]

Day 1 of my millionth vacation in Kuwait

January 11, 2009


Kuwait is a hole. A pervasive odour of restlessness and suppressed energy hangs over the whole place. You’d think that the mere lack of alcohol and clubs wouldn’t be such a debilitating handicap for a country, but it certainly feels that way to me, even though I don’t even really drink that heavily or go […]

In Kuwait

January 10, 2009


It’s as surreal as ever. But in the course of our usual long-ass arrival chat my mom casually remarked that she had in fact read this blog, and ought I not to consider being less explicit on here? This is disaster. I’m making this thing private for good this time! And after I was going […]

December 18, 2007


I’ve been super busy at work for the last while, although plenty of bloggable stuff has happened. Or least what I consider to be bloggable, since it seems I am self-indulgent. This is probable, but at least I don’t burden the internet (or subscribers) with my FEELINGS much like some writers. I’m off to Kuwait […]

January 6, 2007


I forgot to mention another nugget that delighted me: apparently Blues Boy’s dad is now in the Guinness Book of Records…for collecting the largest number of rosaries (seba7). Page 104. This is what spending a lifetime in Kuwait drives you to.

Geoffrey with a touch of gas…

January 5, 2007


I would possibly prefer to spend my days here shopping, eating and sleeping, but feel like I owe it to my youth and to my friends to go out and see them. Yesterday, this involved doing exactly what I did last Christmas. I went out with Blues Boy; he and everyone else we met talked […]