AndFarAway

A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.

Month: August 2006 (Page 1 of 3)

Snow

My two weeks are almost over and I feel the wave of appreciation ebbing away.

(The television shows an old black and white Egyptian movie, the man is wearing a fez. Their voices are horribly squeeky, but they’re both dressed so gorgeously, and they’re totally making out. Why are modern day Egyptian dramas filled with kitchy gold for both rich and poor and men with a million wives? So much for the days when half naked didn’t refer to a pair of shorts rather than women seriously scantily dressed. Not that I have a problem with people being scantily dressed, I don’t see why everyone tries to control everyone else. Arabs should seriously learn to mind their own business.)

It’s really hot, and it’s almost September. When does it start getting cool again? I always try to remember to blog something when the weather starts cooling down (or heating up when I’m freezing and waiting for the summer sun) as a mental note for a time like this, but for some reason, I never get to doing it.

(I’m reading this really good book that talks about a Greek family, a lot more on that later, for now, I’ll just mention that that I find it amusing how Greek culture is so much closer to the Levantine culture than the other Arab cultures like those of the Gulf, Egypt, and North Africa. A Greek salad is the salad we make for lunch everyday and baklawa, baklava if you will, will always be a delicious local variety to me, one you can buy from Zalatimo.)

With the summer winding down, the crowds are finally starting to thin. The Jordanian license plates are appearing to be on the increase (although its really all the other varities of plates that are actually decreasing), but the crowd is still a killer most of the day.

(An old Fayrouz play is now showing, I think its “Baya3 il Khawatem”. I adore Fayrouz to bits. A3teeni il naya wa ghani. Pass me the flute then and sing, the best of prayer is song, and even when life perishes, the flute continues to lament. Have you spent an evening as I have done among vines, abstaining from all that will come forgetful of all that has passed? Forget illness and its cure people are nothing but lines which are scribbled on water.)

I’m also in a particularly homely mood, trying to finish all the stuff I need to do and trying to redesign this blog, which I’ve decided has too many bugs to fix, so I might as well start from scratch. I’m dreaming of pixels these days, and I mean that quite literally.

(Abdel Haleem brings a perfect end to my night on the television along with the call for prayer that I hear outside, gana el hawa, gana. I think what’s showing on tv is also out of a movie, set in Beirut. Ah, Lebanon, picking up her pieces, healing her wounds. Ya rameeny be seihr eneik el etnein, matooly wakhidny we raieh fein. Why not tell me where we are headed? To a new wound? Or nowhere at all? Walla alla fahr mewadeeny? The poor Arab world, I just read that 25% of the Palestinian Parliament is held by Israeli forces. Ramana il hawa, ramana.)

Off to more pixel dreams on a hot summer night.

Yeah, pictures

– “I’m not exactly dying on going to grad school but if I end up deciding I want to get a Master’s degree or something, there’s no way I’d do it in the US, I’d definitely go to Europe.”
– “But at the US you’ll get the best of what Europe has to offer with their centralized education. You’ll get the best of Italian professors, the best of French professors, and the best of everything.”
– “Who cares about education. They don’t have the Louvre do they?”
– “No, but they have really good pictures of the Lourve.”

(pasted from a conversation with the Sandmonkey)

Pictures! Hear that? PICTURES!

Admittedly, the MoMA sounds a lot more appealing to me than the Louvre, and I’m so stupid with foreign languages that the US of A sounds so fantastic in terms of not having to worry about Mazen’s Italian or Margerie’s mix of French, Dutch, and English, but whatever, eh?
15 more credit hours left for me to get my Bachelors degree, and quite honestly, aside from a few classes over the past few years, I learned everything I know now from books I bought myself and from the internet, so why should I go waste more credit hours watching the seconds handle of my watch spin around? Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

On other thoughts, do you think I can write a book? Some people have accused me of being too random. Then I said, so what if I’m too random, I can still write a book. Then they said, “Yeah, but who will want to read it?” So question is, if I’m ever to write a book, about whatever topic in the universe, will you read my book?

Finally, moving on to the completely random fact of the day, but a fact that’s so vital that I’ll dedicate a post to it and it alone sometime soon- I HATE PEOPLE WHO USE A LOT OF EXCLAMATION MARKS AND QUESTION MARKS AT THE END OF THEIR SENTENCES.

Sort of like this?!!?!!!

Seriously, dude, one is enough. One is plenty. I GET THE POINT. It’s even ruder than yelling in caps. Get the point?!!?!!?!!

Quoting Hala, effft!

And…

Roba passed Oloom Askareyeh :)
Yipee.

So long Batelco!

I just switched to TE Data.
What can I say?
In my most authentic Jordanian accent, ma3 il gal3a!!!

Regular blogging and hopefully a faster email reply service should resume shortly. Online life is hard when you’re under 40kb/s of speed.

The Room (Representing Movement)

Shoe Therapy

Nothing feels as good as going shopping and emerging with three pairs of shoes.

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Although the reaction to these shoes was “Yeah, you should go demonstrate against the war in Vietnam”, they are most definitely my favorite buy out of the three. I absolutely adore flat boots, especially when they come with a tag that says 75% off! Bargain.
Now all I need is a pair of skinny-leg jeans for the winter and I’m set to go. Yay.

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This pair is the most “me”, especially as I already have several pairs that have a similar look. I like their color, it goes with everything, and they’re cool for daily hustle and bustle, although they’re not as comfortable as they look.

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Finally, the shoes that are the least “me”, but they’re the closest to what I had in mind without an overpriced price tag. I only bought them cause I need a pair of heels… I actually was looking for something more like this:

Bas yalla, summer is almost over.

… but words can never hurt you

but words can never hurt you

(sticks and stones can break your bones)

I hate Batelco.

Hate. Hate. Hate.

(typed while running a 40kb/s internet connection)
(it should be 520kb/s)

OMG

http://ju.edu.jo/

Monsters

lema 948

Attack.

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