AndFarAway

A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.

Month: April 2016 (Page 1 of 2)

Leila…

My dear idiot countrymen and women,

Thank you for jading me. Numbing me. Locking me into a bubble. Thank you for making me not care anymore, about anything, really.

Somewhere along the years, I’ve lost hope in you ever growing brains (or logic). At this point, I’m almost okay with your idiocy, because you’ve convinced me that we really don’t deserve music. Or fun. Or colors. Or happiness. Or a life in general.

I hope you rot in the misery of your disgusting thoughts.

The spring that never came: http://www.andfaraway.net/blog/?s=mashrou+leila

Recommended reading: The Black Iris on the topic

A Thank You Note to Toyota Jordan #ToyotaComedy

I don’t think I’ve done this before, but kudos must be given when kudos are deserved: Thank you Al-Markazia (Toyota Jordan) for your efforts in spreading comedy in Jordan, and for supporting entertainment and the arts.

They’ve been doing it consistently for years and years (I remember my brother joined one of their stand-up competitions a gazillion years ago), and I can’t imagine a better way to do marketing for good (and laughs!).

Around 2007, it was trendy for corporations in Jordan to support art and entertainment in Jordan. These days (and I know the times are tough), the list is quite narrow, and art is dying. I almost want to hug Toyota for the positivity.

I was following last week’s Nemr Abu Nassar #ToyotaComedy show on Twitter, and seeing messages of laughter, joy, and happiness from the audience made me really happy, too.

The world in 1986

The Atlantic collects beautiful photos from 1986. This was the world when I was one.
Better? Worse? At least it felt hopeful.
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Angel Song

This is the best thing I’ve seen online in ages.

Jordan Gate Park: Genius Idea by Hanna Salameh Design

Here’s a genius idea on what we can do with the horrendous towers shamefully lining Amman’s skyline with their constant reminder of corruption, retardation, and poor planning.

Hello, US Aid, GIZ, et all… help us with something we actually need, please?

I Successfully Ate Half a Smoked Turkey Sandwich

Okay, so turkey.

I have been exercising regularly for almost three months. I’ve never been much of an exercise person, so it’s actually a big deal for me. Being a child of the super-trackable, super-measurable internet world, I’ve found that systematically doing a body-composition analysis, on the (very) unreliable InBody analyzer, and logging the journey into an Excel sheet really helps me stay motivated.

Except that last month I only gained 100g of muscle. Not so good for motivation when you spend 5 hours each week tearing down your muscles in an attempt to grow them. I was speaking to a trainer about it when she asked me the dreaded question: are you consuming enough protein?

I’m getting 50g of protein on a good day, I said.

That’s not enough, she said. You need at least 120g, and that’s not enough even.

How the hell am I supposed to get a 120g?

Eggs. Tuna. Protein shakes.

I do all three above. That’s 62g. Where am I supposed to get the other 60g?

Meat. Chicken breast. Turkey.

But I’m allergic to chicken and turkey and I really am not a fan of red meat.

Fish.

Fish in Amman? Are you crazy? I’m not rich.

And so, I must find new sources of protein.

After my bad experience with chicken in November, I went back to stubbornly avoiding poultry like the plague. The human brain is an amazing thing, isn’t it? I just did not want to feel that familiar chicken-induced nausea.

But after my conversation with the trainer, I had the fatalistic attitude of screw-everything-where-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-get-60g-of-protein-from. I got home, and without thinking or dreading, shoved down half a ready-made turkey sandwich that I found in the fridge.

And guess what?

Nothing happened.

No red dots on my tongue. No weird, bloated tummy. No feelings of nausea.

This is a really big deal because I’ve always been the sad child who ordered club sandwiches with one empty layer (where the turkey is supposed to be), and never had Hawaiian pizza (because they always make them with turkey or turkey pepperoni).

The turkey sandwich was even delicious, which chicken is not.

Wow.

My life will change.

Previously:
Being Allergic to Chicken
Discovering that my Chicken Allergy is Gone
This Was the First Bite of Chicken in My Life
Second and third experience with chicken… good and not so good

Ghazal from the East: Farida Khanum

I urge you to take 15 minutes to read this piece about a Pakistani classically-trained signer called Farida Khanum, ملکہ غزل (Queen of Ghazal).

Khanum is a legend in Pakistan. The piece covers her recent journey to Kolkata, the city where she was born. Partition forced her family to move to Pakistan when she was 6-years-old.

You can read the piece on Caravan Magazine.

How I Feel About the World These Days

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Happiness 101: “Let reality be reality”

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Little pockets of wise insightfullness are not usually found in publications like The Guardian. Until they are, that is.

Here’s a lovely little piece on accepting things for what they are.

Often, it’s more stressful to try to zone out from [unpleasant situations] than to accept them for what they are. This first struck me forcefully when I started running without headphones. True, listening to music or podcasts did distract me from the discomforts of physical exertion, but it also served as a constant subliminal reinforcement of the notion that exertion was something unpleasant from which I needed distracting.

With the earbuds off, there’s at least a chance that I’ll actually enjoy the running. Research suggests even intense physical pain can be reduced through paying mindful attention to it; by contrast, mental gymnastics to distract yourself from the situation you’re in never definitively works – because you are, despite all your inner efforts, in that situation.

“Let reality be reality,” said the ancient Chinese sage Lao-Tzu, who admittedly didn’t have to deal with a gruelling commute, not least because he may never have existed. All the same, he’s right: “acceptance” needn’t mean resigning yourself to fate; but it does mean stopping pretending things aren’t how they are. You’re on a late-running, scandalously overcrowded train, and you hate it. So quit your job! Or don’t quit your job. But don’t imagine that half-quitting it – quitting on the inside, but not the outside – will help. The external world is annoyingly stubborn like that.”

Indeed, it is.

Jordanian Lama Qubbaj Wins International Jiu Jisu Championship

Just found out that Lama Qubbaj, who won gold at the World Jiu Jitsu Championships in November, is now fourth in world rankings. The January rankings by the International Jiu Jitsu Federation also list Lama as the top Asian fighter for the start of the year.

THAT’S BEYOND FREAKIN’ AMAZING.

I feel terrible that I only just found out. Late is better than never, and who wants to miss out on the few silver linings we have in our cloudy lives?

Congrats to Lama, and congrats to Jordan. What an accomplishment.

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