AndFarAway

A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.

Month: October 2007 (Page 1 of 2)

On October

Last night, we were sitting at a place we visit often and we noticed that the huge bright lime-green Omnya banner that has hung on the building across all summer is gone, replaced by an equally gigantic but quite morbid image of a parliamentary campaigner, complete with the evil look and all.

As we sat and stared silently, the street much emptier than usual, it really felt like the campaigner’s serious eyes have signaled the end of summer and the beginning of winter. I do not really like winter much, I get gloomy and pessimistic as the leaves start falling.

But well, winter hasn’t really started, October is now done and Amman is still seeing 30 degree weather.

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Beit Teta

… where much time was spent, a lot of growing up was done, and where decades of love and life echoing loudly from wall to wall now echo-
[tired dusty objects once grand. photographs of days gone by.]
 

It’s 5:10…

and it’s pitch black outside.
I hate it when they revert from daylight saving time.

A Conversation with my favorite Shopstress, and downright one of my favorite 10 people EVER

Hala: http://www.eluxury.com/estore/promotions/denim/index.jsp
Hey look, 7 days of unaffordable denim. Which day is you fave? I picked 3.

me:
Wait let me see. 2of what is this website, its sooo slow.

Hala
:
Are you serious? It’s pretty fast for me! Maybe that’s cause my computer is used to online shopping by now [grin]

me: 
Haha, mine is a novice. Anyway, I don’t like any so far, the skinny jeans make a size 2 model look stocky.

Hala
:
Yeah, it sucks. Your skinny jeans are hot though, you better wear them. Remember what I preached at you a few months back? LOVE the skinny jeans. LOVE the heels. LOVE the skinny jeans with heels.

me: Hehehe, well, I HATE heels, plus, I can’t drive in them.

Hala: Ahooooooo, hopeless case. Your red heels are gorgeous, and practice makes perfect, I cant drive in flats.

me: The red heels are currently laying on the backseat of my car.

Hala
:
Ahooooooo, let me explain why you shouldn’t and why I cannot drive in flats. It’s cause when MY HEELS are on the floor of the car, they turn BLACK. As in heel of foot, however, when wearing high heels, heel of foot is thus elevated, and toes are the ones doing the driving, and everyone knows that one’s strong muscles are in one’s toes, so there you go, this is why it’s much easier to drive in heels.
Plus it’s good exercise for your calf muscles, contract – relax – contract – relax.
Hello, you still there? Ok, ok, wake up, I know this is boring for you.
OY. DUDE. Fine, I’ll stop harassing you with shoes and jeans and boots and heels. Wanna talk about coats instead?? Ok, I’m kidding, kidding. Eft. Come back don’t desert me.

me: Hehehe, wow,  I go away for like 2 minutes–

Hala
:
Why, wow? You know I can very easily entertain myself and talk to myself for at least two hours–

me: — and have as much reading to do as I did collectively during my four years of college. But that’s why I love you.

Hala — if not for three.
Ha Ha. very funny.

me:
[smile] mwahhhhh. I’m so blogging this.

Hala: Fine. Blog it up till here. Don’t leave anything out.
Let the world know the truth. Then maybe freaks will stop e-mailing me once they realize I really don’t care about much in this world other than fashion. Am gonna go back to my trusty shopping sites now, you go save yourself whilst you can. As for the pants, I like three: the working girl one, the coffee time one and the date night one. The rest suck.

me:
Wait, let me tell you which pants I like. I like 5 and 7.

Hala
:
OK, 5 is like mine, the date night one. But I like 1 and 3, not 7. Cool, we have different taste, and yet we are friends
I think this is known as democracy! Or some such shit. Can you blog ‘shit’?

The Dull Colors of the Rainbow

After they closed off Rainbow Street for over half a year for “renovation”, the top part of it is finally open again, unveiling to the public a partially cobalt-covered road, bigger sidewalks, and nothing much else.

Most of the stores are still dull and irrelevant to the “culture” the street is supposed to represent, including a handful of dust-covered clothes shops that were cool 40 years ago, overpriced antique stores, and several gun-collector paraphernalia shops. On the corner, Rainbow Theatre, the first theatre to stage daily shows in town, is rundown and appears to be out of order.  The few bookshops scattered on the street do not really deserve to be labeled as bookshops, due to the measly quality of their books and the lack of diversity.

A little into Rainbow Street, there’s the Saudi Embassy, with its fence so high you cannot see anything of the actual structure inside. There’s some sort of governmental organization with a plethora of multicolored flags waving hideously in the air.  Right across from it, there’s the British Council, with barracades stacked and patterned with “you’re not welcome here” on its tiny sidewalk, and several armed security personnels standing threateningly outside, glaring at any happy teenager who tries to park anywhere near the vicinity.

Abu Il Dahab Center, which spells happiness in the hearts of a lot of Amman’s 20-something population, stands dark and shutdown somewhere in the middle. It breaks my heart to see it looking so forlorn and empty. When we were children, it  housed two stories of arcade games, and going there was always the ultimate treat of the year. Some of my best childhood memories were formed in those halls, running around during the birthday parties and learning how to bowl on a kids-sized bowling lane right across from the cafeteria that served Slush Puppies. As we grew out of the games, we moved our outings to the last floor of Abu Il Dahab, which had the only bowling alley we ever bowled at, as well as some pool tables, a few computers, and a cafe. We would always bowl for a few hours, sit around and laugh for a few minutes, then go downstairs to Falafel AlQuds and eat falafel on the sidewalks. Then we would hail several cabs and we would all go home.

The restaurant and cafe scene is slightly less dull, as Rainbow Street is home to some of Amman’s most beloved eateries, the most successful one being Falafel AlQuds, established in 1966. Their stock for the day usually runs out by 7:30 PM, and thereafter, you resort to going to the late-night sandwich places, like RnB or Batata (and who doesn’t love Batata?). For breakfast, The American Bakehouse around the corner has been a favorite to fafi Ammanis for ages. There are several gorgeous coffee houses on Rainbow Street as well, my current favorite being Coffee and News, where we sometimes sit on the sidewalk and drink our coffee. There’s Duinde Gallery, which has unfortunately been closed for a while, and Basement, which college students seem to love. Towards the end, there’s La Calle, the streets only bar, masquerading itself as an Italian restaurant.

During all the time in which Rainbow Street was closed for cobbling, I was hoping that the grandeur of it will somehow be regained, but somehow, I found it more old and forgotten than ever. I know it is too early to tell, but hey, at least half of it is back.

The Blouzaat Store: إنتاج شركة بلوزات للجرائم الغذائية

The clock struck 7:00 and the excited audience flocked their way through Rainbow Street to witness the brilliantly colored first breath of an urban art project breeding on the H20 of Ammanite culture. There were no ribbons cut by anonymous people with large names (bire3ayat il ameen il 3am), nor were there silver trays filled with petit four; there was Pepsi on the walls, tshirts tucked lovingly in wooden boxes, and a whole lot of slap-happiness.

The changing room went crazy as Blouzaat finally unburdened their graffiti-covered shutters to unveil a little store of unique status in our little city.

Aside from the awesome urbaness of the store, you can actually now get some t-shirts with local blood running in their veins at the Blouzaat Shop, as well as funky recycled bags made by importing ruralism of other countries, and yet more to come.

Exciting to see such initiatives. 

How can you get to Blouzaat?

إنتاج شركة بلوزات للجرائم الغذائية

Architecture of Density

These are absolutely mind blowing photos of architecture in Hong Kong from German born photographer Micheal Wolf. It really amuses me how simple it is for architecture to cease looking like architecture, but instead, start looking like images of scrolling binary code.

[via Computerlove]

Winter

Our fifth winter here and I’m still trying to figure out when it gets cold. I mean, it’s mid October and we’re still having 30 degree weather! I’m not complaining though, I’m just trying to figure out if I’m dreading (cold hands, rainy afternoons, dark days, and the flu) or looking forward (hot chocolate, rainy afternoons, new red wool skirt, and the cosiness) to winter.

So, when does it usually start?

Rule of Thumb

You should look back. You can’t look back. Otherwise you may get run over. You do look back. It’s bad to look back.

Whatever.

Quick Note

I liked it a lot better when bridges and tunnels had informational signs with directions that made it easier to find your way around Amman than the ugly ads that cover this public property today. I mean, you make rules to take off the billboards from the rooftops, and then you decide to pollute the city in worse ways by having ads cover up signs all over the damn place?

Shu hada…

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