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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 […]

Executive Summary

January 2, 2007

I had a seriously kickass new year at a friend’s place in Cairo, filled with raucous Copts and odiously drunk members of the Shabab (which is what W decided, one day, to call our friends, although this does not distinguish us from any other bunch of shabab in the country). W made a speech and […]

Irresolution

July 1, 2006

I’m growing increasingly apprehensive about this move to Egypt, although at this point I have no other alternative (it is too late for me to go back to Canada, as the annual bar exam is already over, so I might as well stay around the M.E. until next summer). And I’d really hate to have […]

Requesting virtual hugs

June 21, 2006

I just found out that I didn’t get this internship I really wanted. It was basically part of a project where the Canadian government pays young professionals to intern internationally for six months, and the one I wanted was at an NGO in Egypt called Africa and Middle East Refugee Assistance. They offer legal aid […]