Lumps
Lovelies, Gaza, and more.
Here I am in Second Cup again, about to order mine, and that artful masterpiece by the Black Eyed Peas, Lovely Lady Lumps just came on the PA. If you can’t ascertain from the title of this gem, it is a song about feminine anatomy, and quite filthy. I am trying to figure out how this stuff gets played in Egypt of all places, no matter the location. I fear that I am turning into a complete puritan. I have always thought of myself as liberal, but good Lord. Maybe it is more a matter of taste.
In other news, I will never connect to the internet from my apartment. At least, not in the foreseeable future. I knew that there might be complications with moving and having DSL connected in yet another place, but I never thought it would be this bad. It is a simple process complicated by endless bureaucracy. Figure it out Telecom Egypt.
My friend Mamoon recently had his phone line switched because of complications with his DSL. Somehow, in the month that he was on vacation out of Alexandria, the company managed to actually switch his phone number! They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his internet for weeks and then said, “Oh! It is because you have a different phone number now!” ???!!!
There are no words for how stunningly, dazzlingly ridiculous that is.
Ah well, nothing to be done about it.
Before I go though, check out what is happening in Gaza at Rafah on the Egyptian border right now. Pretty crazy. I guess someone had to figure out a way to survive. Well done everyone.
Pressure on Gaza’s Border Mounts – 24. January 2008
Egypt ‘won’t force Gazans back’ – 23. January 2008
Gazans flood through Egypt border – 23. January 2008
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It is pretty amazing that song gets air time there. I mean, I think we were offended by that one years ago when it was played at the bowling alley.
Got to see your Grandpa John today. We gave him hugs for you. He was out so we could take care of the mess of a situation we have at Cat’s Hair regarding the cars. You probably know your car broke down yesterday while Jeff was going to work, so I won’t tell you that story. In addition, Charlie’s car is taking coolant into the engine (which I assume is bad). So he has been using an extra car of his dads. Now that car needs a new exhaust, and plugs and wires. Plus we let Pinky borrow the truck because her car is F’d too. So….Kai took me to work, Charlie is working on his dads’ car, and Gpa is working on your car once we get it out of impound. Hopefully this all works out in the end.
Kai left for Germany today also, that was pretty fun. I think he had a good time doing next to NOTHING the whole time.
Also, Charlie has been told he is an excellent candidate for Boeing – which would be pretty great for him but means a relocation to Seattle. I’m not going to worry about it too much, since he hasn’t even interviewed for the position yet.
We put a sticker on Layla’s neck where she couldn’t scratch or bite it off. She DID NOT like it – but it was very funny.
Okay, back to work…… I miss your face.
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Maybe this will help explain (warning: offensive language)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=cUEkOVdUjHc
http://youtube.com/watch?v=0kIo0wjkwPY
mustafa
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NPR and BBC radio are covering the Gaza story, but as far as I’ve seen, television coverage has been about 30 seconds of just-another-Palestnian-dustup: a little vague about where Gaza is, what exactly the Egyptians have to do with any of this, dusty desperate people, soldiers of an unspecified country and a reporter in a safari jacket, men in suits express concern, the Israeli spokesman says something more-in-sorrow-than-in-anger, untranslated Palestinians scream at the camera about a dead kid or something. Sorry. They could’ve phoned it in without ever leaving home. If, however, you’ve like to know every conceivable detail of the actor Heath Ledger’s death, they’ve got simultaneous panels of reporters on CNN and Headline News. Oh, and Ricki Lake’s weight loss.
Pop music has reached such a disconnect between tune, words and meaning that I predict five years from now, “Lady Lumps” will be used in a commercial to sell some completely unrelated product. A mini-van, maybe.