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Day 7: Sixteen years old

January 18, 2009

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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 […]