My views, observations, questions about everything in this world ....and that country they call Egypt.

13 January 2008

Can You Spot A Pattern?

To further prove the randomness of this blog, here are some excerpts from my life/thoughts:

A friend of mine just had one of the weirdest dreams I've heard in a while. She dreamt she gave birth to twin tea cups. And yes, the cups come complete with the tea! She'd be constantly afraid that the cups would spill if she gave them to someone. If you stir the tea in the cup, a digital number appears on the surface indicating the number of defects in her baby tea cup!

I stayed up all night the other day writing the saddest song ever. It somehow moves me whenever I sing it and I get a lump in my throat and my voice trembles. My voice still sucks nonetheless as you should already know. Let me tell you, it is a little freaky to be moved by something you wrote yourself, but the song is so damn bleak there isn't a shred of light. The lyrics are up for interpretation of course but the tune itself is dark. Err, can't get it out of my head! When my friend Dim came over to try to sing it, he was like "What is this man? I'm choking up"

I had a chance recently to sit down with one of the top 5 religious figures in Egypt. Someone I know set up this appointment for me so I can discuss atheism with this guy. Now, I wasn't the one going after this meeting but was more like coerced into it. They were like "Just try, what is there to lose? maybe he'll answer your questions... etc." So I didn't wanna be the one backing out so I decided to go.

An atheist friend of mine was interested so we went together. After a few failed attempts to see this guy (he's very busy as you can imagine) we finally sat down with him. I am not gonna go through our debate, but it's enough to say that the guy was overwhelmed. I don't wanna be biased but I don't think he was able to answer any of our questions/arguments successfully. I as disappointed and satisfied at the same time. I was disappointed that a guy in his status has such embarrassingly weak positions against what we said. I mean, my friends give me a better run for my money. And satisfied cause it enforced the idea that all my reading/pondering is not trivial after all, that it at least can make a few faithful people stop and think for a bit.

We spent the last half hour of the meeting talking politics and making jokes, as the dude realized that we were not getting anywhere with our discussion. It was a dead end; he could not answer us, and he's obviously not gonna give up his faith.

I was riding the car with a couple of my friends when one of them exclaimed "We were just saying that you've been acting strange." (Arabic "ghareeb al atwar"). So I asked him what he meant when he said we. He then listed 4 or 5 names. Hmm... I didn't know what to say. I wasn't in the mood for confrontations... hearing how people feel about me and telling how I feel about them, so I brushed it off. Do they see me as the outcast now? Is it my atheism? Is it my secrets? Is it my libertarianism? It my quietness? (I tend to speak when I have something useful to say, I don't ramble) I don't think I care that much though, I sorta agree anyway!

"But the ancient Egyptians show little inclination to distinguish consistently between the two [event and ritual], and indeed it might be argued that Egyptian ideology during the pharaonic period was reliant on the maintenance of some degree of confusion between real happenings and purely ritual or magical acts." ~The Oxford History of Ancient Egypt, page 4

Still true now, isn't it?

03 January 2008

There Is A Woman In Somalia

There's this song that has always managed to bring me down even in my happiest moments. The song is called Pearls, by smoky Sade (go check it out!). I keep wondering if it is the song or if it's the mysterious human need for melancholy. I also keep wondering if it is a human need or specifically my own! Or is it me miraculously anticipating what is to come? Actually, believe it or not, I did write the last few lines in my happy times, part of an unfinished draft post. But, alas, it's no miraculous anticipation; there is no reason to feel gloomy after all!

In spite of my weak memory, I do remember. I vividly remember it, my uneventful life. I would estimate that it has been so until maybe 5 years ago. The change was gradual but lately it has been too eventful; I feel like I'm in a movie or a book or something. This stuff doesn't really happen, does it?? This stuff is crazy man. But hey, at least when I'm an old geezer I'll have a few stories for my grand children. I guess the grass isn't always greener on the other side after all; I'd rather be it too eventful than monotonous. Is there a chance that I'll ever take that back?

Do you ever meet friends that ask questions like "What's new man?" or "What have you been up to lately?”? Well, I do all the time and my answer is pretty much the same. "Not much" or "Same Old" I say with a silly smile on my face. Oh if they only knew! It is very nasty keeping things to yourself, not being able to share. When someone asks me that, my brain always does a quick ctrl+F for any tellable news that I might have, yielding no results usually. I too, like everyone else wanna seem interesting. I too wanna raise their eye brows or shake their heads. Instead, I have to look in their eyes, smile, and hide the mayhem inside me. At least on my blog I can say that there are things that I cannot say :D.