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Days 4-6: A bunch of crap

January 16, 2009

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Went right off daily blogging suddenly, and now I’ve forgotten a lot of notes I made in my head. My short term memory is generally shot. I should start carrying a notebook around like a journalist or something. Let’s see: shopping copiously accompanied by two friendly African American ladies who giggled and said “Hah” and […]

Day 3 Part II: Special K

January 14, 2009

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This vacation is spiralling downhill. Today I spent the evening with my worryingly apathetic and depressed friend the Source, who the financial crisis fucked and who I can’t help. Where the hell are the personal bankruptcy laws of this country? Can someone direct me to them online? Because it sure kills a vacation to worry […]

Day 3: Regression

January 13, 2009

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Day 3 isn’t nearly over yet but so far it’s started off with a bang: me slamming my bedroom door in anger when my mother asked me who I’ve been hanging out with in the past year that I’ve gotten so impatient and aggressive. According to my mother, I used to be gentle. This is […]

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 […]

Call me irresponsible

November 16, 2008

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This month, I quit my respectable job as a corporate lawyer, bidding good bye to swivel chairs, bonuses in dollars, and hateful high heels, to work at a magazine where all the chairs are tall and fuzzy and only have one arm, and the toilet is on its own throne-like platform. Instead of hearing “sabah […]

July 3, 2007

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In my dad’s efforts to make life easier for the Piglet and I, he hired a woman to clean the house. This is a female who asked me why I kept leaving the house in the morning at the same time. I mean, she works, why shouldn’t I? Presumably, if I didn’t work, then I […]

I want to be a part of it

June 7, 2007

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It’s a relief to have recovered from my Dubai-induced disgust of Cairo. For a few days there I would corner people making off-hand polite inquiries about my trip, and explain to them in detail that all the paving stones in Dubai were straight and the sidewalks even, unlike the veritable wellspring of shoddy workmanship in […]

Roundaboutation around roundabouts and rumps

May 11, 2007

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A couple of weeks ago I left my cell phone in a taxi. I didn’t realize I had done so, since I frequently leave it at home and so I assumed when I called it and it rang repeatedly that I had left it under my pillow (my usual reaction to a ringing cell phone […]