This is what really matters

We all know the importance of hair. Historically (Samson and Delilah), biblically (washing feet with it), economically (you can sell it for wigs at a good price), sexually (otherwise why would some suggest women hide it?), children's books (Rapunzel) and socially (oh girl, you got that good hair). So while the fires of revolutions rage throughout the Middle East (a region particularly adverse to hair), Europe gets bailed out and America attempts to get rid of all forms of social welfare programs I say we focus on what really matters: the hair of important people or people we see on TV a lot. There are a few standout men and women in the public eye who would clearly be less important without their hair. Here are my nominations for best hair on the heads of a semi-polical figures.

Best Braids: Omar Bin Laden, son of Osama.

Hot dam his hair is sexy. 

How can Obama ignore his request for more information about the death of his father when faced with such sexy braids? He can't. Expect a press release soon and those photos people won't stop whining about.

Best Dye Job: Mubarek

His 30 year rule played second fiddle to his hair's eternal darkness. Like the Pharaohs before him, beauty mattered. Check my last post on his personalized pin-stripes.  Unlike the Pharaohs Mubarek did not prepare for his after life with the same vigor and we must be assumed his hair has faded, his riches will be looted and his tomb will go undecorated. 

Hair as Stupid as its Owner Sounds: Donald Trump

I am not a fan of "The Donald" and his hair does not help the cause. I do find it amazing that the stupidity of his hair style has been trumped (pun intended) by the stupidity of his "presidential campaign". The biggest crime Donald commits is giving red heads everywhere a bad name as most of us have wonderful hair. He should be kicked out of the tribe and forced to go brunette. I bet Mubarek's colorist is unemployed and could help him out with that transition.

Best Follicle Reason to Put a Ring On It: Kate Middleton

Apparently Kate's hair is her best asset. I doubt that, but it did become the most asked for hairstyle in New York salons almost overnight. 

Cairo 1950s

 

"Who's goals are different and destinies intersected, the struggle between life and people gets more intense. Life is as vibrant as this timeless river and people live it heading for the unknown."

That suit!

There is no reason for this post other than the photo below. You know you were a gangster when you had a pin-stripped suit with your name as the stripes.  WOW. Do you think Qaddafi has one? Would he know how to spell his name in English? Qaddafi Gaddafi, Kadaffi, Q'addafi and the list goes on. Even Hosny is potentially misspelled. Could by Hosni. Hope his tailor did not get in trouble for that. What do you think it is like to the tailor to someone like Mubarek?

This photo is second possibly only to the creatively hilarious website that is...

Kim Jong-Il Looking at Things. You will not be disappointed.

Or is the winner the Will Ferrel as Harry Carry vs Qaddafi mashup?

Not sure who wins. 

Maybe this amazing story I heard from a friend about Libyan state TV before Qaddaffi started killing everyone. The brother in law of my friend, let's call him Jim, was in Libya for work. Noting the extreme lack of night life Jim went back to his hotel room after dinner to watch some TV. A few minutes into his program the broadcast cuts and Qaddaffi appears on screen for a service announcement. In this announcement he immediately begins to yell at the TV audience, screaming "You are wasting your lives watching TV. You are useless, lazy and good for nothings. Get up and do something." The PSA  abruptly ends and regular programming continues. Um, what? Can you imagine watching a CSI rerun and all of the sudden Qaddaffi is on the screen screaming about how lazy you are for watching state TV? Amazing.

But, I don't want the epic stories of craziness to over shadow the cruel, murderous and senseless actions of Qaddaffi. Crazy or not he is one horrible SOB who is joined by far to many dictators we tend to pass off as "crazy," "delusional," or "eccentric". When really they are just murders.

Cairo-2011

If I wondered, and I did, if I would be here for the “big one” my dreams/fears you came true. Egypt, from Aswan to Alexandria and Cairo to the Sinai blew up. Millions of people came out and displayed civic and democratic sensibilities which most of the world did not think existed in Egypt. Mubarek sort of stepped down after many people were killed and many voices were threatened with violence. You have all watched the news I assume and unless you were watching FOX Not-So-News then you should have a good idea of what happened.

I arrived back to Cairo on Wednesday. Went to work on Thursday. Went to the peaceful demonstration on Friday, “The day of Remembering the Martyrs,” where the crowd resembled that of a country fair without the rides or livestock. If you have been to a country fair you know they are a real cross section of people. In America the cross section tends to be horribly unattractive, mainly interested in fried Twinkies and spattered with the young kids completely enthusiastic about rides, 4H and the freedom you have when you run through muddy grass fields to wait inline to win a silly carnival game.

In Cairo much was the same, but different and with less grass. There were bystanders stopping to watch a speakers in corners, kids crying and begging mom for a shoulder ride, loud speakers, vendors shouting and then you had a few “main stage” acts vying for visitors.  Tahrir was crowded, not hostile, you had the sense most were “tourists” not the OG Tahrir protesters and all seemed happy. Various “marches” went around the square, up to the edges, ventured in and then left again. There was the march for tourism in Egypt, the large flags busting through crowds like Chinese New Year Dragons, the faces of the dead help up on signs, flags for sale, ribbon for sale, stickers for sale and even some water for sale. All in all, a lot like a country fair.  I was happy I went and got over the small amount fear I had about coming back to Cairo. I also know I missed the real thing, but don’t have to many regrets about not being in the thick of it. I think there is another demonstration next Friday. I expect there to be one for many Fridays form now until things actually change.

After the protests on Friday the Cairo Jazz Club opened, from 3-11pm, for curfew style bar hours. The place was packed and the song below was blasted no less than three, maybe four or five, times and everyone sang along each time. “Sout Al Horreya,” written and performed by a local rock band and is a truly beautiful song. The video is all footage from "real day" in Midan Tahrir and gives a really good idea of just how many different people were there.  For now people are cautiously optimistic I would think. They are dealing with a new sense of freedom and a newfound ability to voice an opinion.

There are many who are committed to making sure real change in the civic society and government happens. There are many who want a secular Egypt. There are many who want those responsible for the crimes of the past three weeks held accountable. There are many who for the first time feel proud to be Egyptian.

Up next I think we have continued action in Bahrain, Libya, Tunisia is still going, maybe Iran and the rest of North Africa. Get ready and while you do listen to my new favorite song about Africa.

Turns out it is a revolution

I have a heavy heart because I left Cairo. Currently I am in the UK, safe, happy, loved, damp from rain and baking cookies. That sounds trite. I don’t really know how to talk about this whole experience in any other way. I feel as if I was dating someone and then their family started to hate our relationship so we tried to be secretive about it for a while and then I started to feel horrible about causing family troubles and left. I walked out of the door with a lot of love, respect, two heavy suitcases and sadness in my heart. Does that make sense?

I feel like cheating for leaving. I feel like a weenie, I also feel like there was no place for me there. I was under the feet of the people I lived with. I was not working. As much as foreign support for the protests matters, it was not my fight to be in the middle of on the ground. I could not really leave the house. Effectively I turned into a housewife.

Here is a little breakdown of what I was doing during the days I was in Egypt for the much needed revolution. I stayed inside, I watched TV, I cleaned up a bit, I organized a closet, I did my nails, when there was no phone or internet I did not use either, I checked in with the embassy and got conflicting reports about evacuations every day, I helped Ayman make the house safe, I got into the car twice to take two exploratory trips, I let my nerves and fear get control for periods of time and then calmed down, I stared at screens when thugs on camels whipped people, I was scared when I heard gunshots outside, I worried the people I knew and loved were getting hurt, I made food, I cried when I thought about leaving, I did dishes and when there was phone and internet I checked in with friends and family. My birthday happened on the most deadly day of the protests. I was unhinged because the life I had built (and was really happy with) was being torn away so unexpectedly, but at the exact same time beyond happy it was happening at all.

When I first moved to Cairo I wondered if at some point “shit would hit the fan” in the Middle East/North Africa. Maybe it would be Israel or Sudan. Both those guesses are, for the moment, wrong and for better or worse I was in Egypt. I have many foreign and Egyptian friends who are still there, a few who have left for good and a few doing exactly what I am doing.

I left with the intent of letting things calm down and then hopefully return. Nothing has really calmed down and nor should it. Nothing can calm down until the very simply stated and clear demands of the Egyptian people are met. Egypt is a beautiful country and it deserves a real government, one that does not torture and oppress the people it represents.

Ultimately I am in awe of the absolute people power exhibited almost out of nowhere. Before this revolution I had not heard one single Egyptian say, with a straight face, they were proud to be Egyptian. Now you have millions screaming it at the top of their lungs. With that sentiment and hte bravery shown by so many I remain in awe and I hope I can go back to a new and more beautiful Cairo. I actually really like my job, I have great friends I would like to see and I want to make fancy cocktails for Cairo Cocktails. All that seems trivial and I feel like a turd for thinking such thoughts, but at the same time people are revolting for a real democratic and stable life. Aren’t things like silly parties and work part of stable life?

Revolution?

As you may all know Egypt is experience a moment of revolution. Since the 25th of January men and women, old, young, long haired, veiled, educated and uneducated have been taking to the streets to protest 30 years of Mubarek's rule, impoverished living conditions, a police state and a general lack of true freedoms. The first day of protests I was out of town. Yesterday the protesters were met with immediate police force. Beebee gun bullets and tear gas were used to separate the protesters, who were then chased through Cairo's streets and separated. Today the streets are unnaturally quiet for a Thursday night and it can be assumed that people are either afraid to leave or resting for tomorrow's events.

Tomorrow after noon prayers a large demonstration is expected. "They" have blocked facebook, blackberry networks are down and twitter has been blocked for the past few days. Proxy servers seem to be working. But, considering how few people have actual access to internet (especially compared to numbers in Tunisia) the gatherings have been large.

I have registered with the embassy, two years later, and no warnings have been sent out. I am safe and will not be taking part in the protests. While I support the idea and motivation of the protests, this is not my fight and is not something a foreigner should be involved in on the ground. The best coverage I have seen is the Guardian UK, they have pretty good updates. If you search on twitter #jan25th or #egypt a good thread should show up. If I am not on facebook this is why.

Email works. I have no clear idea of how far this will go and expect that the strength of tomorrow's demonstrations will set the tone for the rest of what could become a revolution.

Thanksgiving in Cairo- the pilgrims would never want to be here but I do.

After the whirlwind trip to the USA I returned back to Cairo to keep working at Square Cube Communications and keep living in Heliopolis. Well, those two things are over! I have moved down to Maadi and in with Ayman. Life simplified a great deal with one cross-town move.  I am now closer to most of my friends, closer to Ayman, across the street from one of the best restaurants in Cairo (Cellar Door Bistro), two blocks away from the metro and living in an incredibly pleasant home.

Then at the beginning of October Anastasia came to visit. Luckily I had a vacation and we went out to the Sinai. Of all the people I have wanted to show the Sinia to Anastasia was number one. We stayed at the Good Life, got a little tan and chilled out.  Then we went back to Cairo and I went back to work. Ana did some epic tourist activities with the help of Chrissie and a few solo.  We went out together at night. Not everyone I wanted her to meet was around and I was stuck at work during the day, but she caught a glimpse of my life here.  One of the best things about sister visits is that Anastasia takes amazing pictures, all the photos below were taken by her.

 Red wall at the Good Life :)

 Daily Nescafe 

 Side street downtown on the way to check out the Townhouse Gallery

 A gaggle of ladies alongside the Nile 

 How many dirty kitties can you see?

Anastasia walking through Khan El Khalili alley ways

While Anastasia was here I interviewed and was hired for a new job. Yes, another new job. Why you may ask? Despite the correct job title and initial interest in the work my daily activity had slowed to a standstill. The account I was hired for was drying up and there was little English work to be done. In short I was being wasted and was so board I wanted to cry everyday.

I now work at Rania’s Corner, a concept boutique. We sell high-end furniture, clothing knick-knacks, jewelry and other fun things. I manage the shop and assist Rania with what ever comes up. So far I love it. We had a fun event this week, a jewelry showcase. Plus, the customers are amazing people, the environment is fun, I get to wear better clothes and I am actually being used.  Even if all that was not true my new commute would make the change worthwhile. 

Compare:

Old work: 30 plus pounds in cab rides daily, wait at a gross gas station, drive through around two hours of nasty traffic both ways, and arrive at workplace in a not so developed new development.

New work: Two pounds daily-plus coffee, nice walk to nearby metro station, about an hour and half both ways,  metro allows for ipod listening and reading, exercise in the form of walking to and from stations, pleasant scenery and necessities nearby.  WINNER!!!!

 Winning at life-Anastasia and Faye.

In other news Chrissie and I launched a business. Cairo Cocktails, please become our friend on facebook. After being here for a while the two of us noticed a real gap in the service and quality of bartending at events and parties. Either you pay a ton to import fancy shmancy folks from Europe or you are stuck with cheap local bartenders who do not drink and make martinis with Martini and Rossi over ice. We are somewhere inbetween. We have great experience in customer service, bartending, are professional and passionate about bringing real cocktails to Cairo. We work with a host to prepare a specialized cocktail menu, make our own syrup infusions and have gotten a few gigs so far. 

Plus, Chrissie is a networking queen and has found a few other excellent Americans with bartending experience to help us out. Hopefully we can really get things going and have more fun.  People in general are enthusiastic about the idea and really supportive. We got a great write up in Quintessentially,  a concierge service found in almost every major city around the world.

 Jimmy and Ramez at their camp.

So life in Cairo goes well and I am fairly happy. We just had a big long vacation. I went back to the Sinai with Cairo friends and Fran (from UW-Madison), who was teaching in Tanzania and now traveling with her friend Jeffrey. They will be eating Thanksgiving Day dinner with us tonight.  Yeah, life sounds pretty good right?

Far far away in the Middle East/North Africa there is a girl…

Faye, who has very many things, people and places to be thankful for.  She is thankful for a family who makes her feel loved enough to do crazy stuff and takes their time and money to come visit (all of them now!), thankful for friends in Cairo who make this crazy city feel like home, thankful for business partners/best friends who put up with her, thankful for a new roommate who made his house her home and thankful for this big crazy beautiful, strange and loving world.