Sunday, April 28, 2013

Thanks John! You tha man!!! :)

Link to John Hayes' article  in Kuwait Times on Kuwait Bloggers (including lil ole me).




Credibility. Blogger. Combining the two words produces a person who has the power to influence beliefs and actions. For example, commercial bloggers (as opposed to hobbyists) write, “Gadget A is better than Gadget B” and “Buy these brownies – they’re yummy!” Consumers believe the bloggers, until they lose credibility. Loss of credibility doesn’t mean the bloggers lose their audience, but they do lose the power to influence, and some lose respect. Every year my students study the Kuwait blogosphere, and every year they bemoan blogger credibility. “Bloggers just want money,” a group of students reported. “They’re not interested in serving the readers.”

KD 400 to post!
Once the readers turn on a blogger, advertisers are not far behind. In response to my previous columns about Kuwait blogging, a Kuwaiti businessman told me about his distasteful experience with a blogger. “We invited him to our business and afterwards he told us he would post an article for KD 400. That didn’t feel honest to us.

If we wanted to buy an advertisement we would have done so. We didn’t want to pay him just to say good things about our business.” Some savvy bloggers have figured out how to get the best of all worlds: serve the readers, earn money, and keep credibility and respect. To wit, Heather Armstrong was a young and financially struggling Salt Lake City mom when she started writing about her kids, her husband, her pets, her depression, her liberal views, etc., in a blog called Dooce.com (for which she was eventually fired from her full-time job).
Today her site nets nearly 1-million monthly visitors, and she earns more than $50,000 a month. At one point she was the only female blogger on Forbes’ list of the Most Influential Women in Media. Does she write about gadgets and brownies? Sometimes. And when she’s paid to do so, she says so. “Kuwait bloggers don’t have to tell us they get paid to write their ‘awesome’ reviews,” a student told my class. “We already know that.” Even so, credible bloggers divulge that information, including how much money they received for a review. I’m in favor of paid reviews, or what’s called an “advertorial,” meaning a combination of advertising and editorial. But why not call it what it is?

Who are the bloggers?
Curiously, many Kuwait bloggers not only hide their review policies, but their identity, too, and yet their identities are widely known. Otherwise, how would all those invitations, not to mention the yummy brownies and cash payments, mysteriously appear at their doors? Most bloggers have full-time jobs, most blog for the fun of it, and many have explained to me that they don’t want their coworkers to know who they are (understandable) and they don’t want the government to know, either (and yet, if my students know who they are, how difficult would it be for the government to know, too?). Of course, the bloggers know the bloggers because they show up together for events closed to the public. I’m in favor of that, too. It helps cultivate a blogger’s community, which in turn could help improve the credibility of blogs in Kuwait.
By the way, if credibility continues to decline, the day will come when the blogs are as popular as textbooks. In spite of my critical eye (or perhaps because of it), I admire the Kuwait blogosphere, and my daily routine, in and out of the country, includes reading newspapers and selective blogs. I rely on both media for information and entertainment, and often as a source for lectures. The late American speaker Charlie “Tremendous” Jones used to say, “Five years from now you will be the same person you are today except for the books your read and the people you meet.” I agree, but nowadays I’d throw bloggers into that mix.

Bloggers enrich our lives
My life in Kuwait is more satisfying because of bloggers. For example, Mark at 248am taught me about the virtual private network (I hope the government doesn’t mind that I use VPN). I laugh every time I read a Desert Girl experience – she’s hilarious and could be a novelist. Melwyn at Expat Voices writes well and for all I know may be a journalist. His & Hers – “the bird who fell in love with a fish” – posts thoughtful observations. The Grapevine tells me what’s happening in Kuwait. 7aji Dude brings three different perspectives to the local blogosphere, sometimes with too many photos, but they often write objectively.
Kuwait Music is serious, quality reporting. Kuwaitiful keeps posts short, to the point and easy to read. Expat and the City posts offbeat international updates and includes a Reviews link where she explains her policies (good for her!). I could go on, but you get the idea. It’s worth reading Kuwait blogs, although you have to be selective, and you must read between the lines when you read the reviews. “People have this impression that blogs are all about making money. It doesn’t have to be that way,” said Blogger Mathai. Well, truly, it isn’t that way.

Most bloggers in Kuwait do not make money (more could if they understood how). “Blogging is satisfaction,” claimed the blogger at Magic Hands. Bingo! It is satisfaction for bloggers, a large number of readers, and some advertisers. I can only hope that bloggers will protect their credibility, and that one day I can join the Kuwait blogosphere. When I do, I won’t mind receiving those “yummy” brownies, and you can be sure I’ll tell you exactly what I think, good or bad. By the way, my wife makes the world’s best brownies, and she doesn’t pay me to say so.

Dr. John P. Hayes teaches online marketing at GUST. Contact Dr. Hayes at questions@hayesworldwide. com, or via Twitter @drjohnhayes. Note: No blogger paid for this column!
By John P Hayes
local@kuwaittimes.net



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I met John and his very lovely wife when they first arrived to Kuwait several years ago (gosh - how many has it been??).  I've enjoyed his articles ever since.  I regularly receive random questions and it becomes a challenge for me to find answers.  John posed one of the most interesting questions:  Where can I find a piano in Kuwait?  I had some ideas, but ultimately, John found his own piano.  I later went to hear his wife play at a local hotel; she played out of joy, not for the return of a big paycheck.  It was lovely.  They are lovely.  I feel blessed to know them both and for being allowed to read John's unique perspective of Kuwait - and his perspective of us as a group of bloggers.  Thank you, John, for your continued friendship and for your wonderful positive energy.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Goat Cheese: How much it meant to me



So, since the Very Scary Night earlier this month, I have been too embarassed to go to visit Bu Khalaf and our friends.  I felt awful having to call him that night and so I thought I would wait.  I guess I waited too long. 

I think Bu Khalaf knew how I felt.  He is a gentle giant, who much prefers the company of nature, his sheep and his goats, to humans.  He takes a very quiet approach to handling problems - which is probaby why he has so many friends who would do just about anything for him.  He's a no-nonsense, no-drama guy; very practical and analytical.  Salt-of-the-Earth kind of guy. 

Last night, he called me.  In the almost-17 years since I've been here, Bu Khalaf has never come to see me at my house.  He's always very inviting, but never once invited himself to my house.  He's a little religious and extremely respectful.  When he called, he said he wanted to come over because he wanted to give me cheese he just made that morning.  He makes cheese and buttermilk and other things from his goats and sheep.  The cheese tastes wonderful with the fresh tomatoes he grows. 

I knew it wasn't about the cheese.  He sat down and asked me what had happened.  I told him. He asked me one question that seemed to really bother him, "Were you afraid?"  I told him I was.  He got very quiet.  Looked at the floor.  That was it.   He told me to come to his farm because they miss me.

Then we walked outside onto my terrace before he left and he explained how I should care for all the plants that I have. 

Some people just have a calming demeanor; an energy that makes things simply fall into place. He came and got me to pull me back into the herd.  He didn't even have to say very much; just a few questions.  And handed me goat cheese.  And I felt so much better.

I guess I didn't realize how strongly The Big Scary Night affected me.  I was harboring a little depression (but it was a combination of events that just vaporized when I got back).  Extremely bad acquaintances have gone away and have been replaced by extremely kind people (and kind gestures from a few random strangers).




Monday, April 22, 2013

Gas Pumps

These are real gas pumps.  Why can't we have them in Kuwait?



Nice gas prices, eh?  Guess they're paying for the pumps...

Pillow Dive: The Shroud of Rumaithiya

As anticipated, I crashed in the late afternoon yesterday.  (Stella, stop reading this NOW.)  I was at my desk, put my head on my hand and fell asleep.  I have never ever ever in my entire career - anywhere - done that.  (Although the 'betes meds do make me very sleepy right around 3 pm - that is a recent development.)  To make matters worse, our marketing manager came in to talk to me, called my name 3 times, and decided to let me sleep. Oh.My.Gawd!  I apologized and left early.  At least I wasn't "singing opera" (aka "snoring").   I was really wiped out.  Went home and did a pillow dive, fully clothed. Huge lipstick smear all over my pillow case.  Whatever.  (Incase you were wondering - no, that's not a first.  Sometimes it gets a full facial impression.  You get eyebrow make-up, mascara, eyeliner, foundation, and lipstick.  It's like the Shroud of Turin only not as holy and a whole lot more... well, colorful, I suppose, without being trampy, of course.)

Later, A came over and cooked me kabsa.  It took him 3 hours (my stove is electric and it sucks), but it was really good.  At Hour 2, I asked him if he just wanted to finish it on the barbecue grill outside.  I've got to stop eating rice.  These rice guys are killing me.   I love it how rice-packer dudes insist that YOU need to get more fit; while hand-feeding you mountains of steaming spiced rice and meat.  It just isn't FAIR.  Stop, stop.... no, don't stop, don't stop....

By the by:  Why don't they have a WholeFoods in Kuwait?  WTF.    I love that place.  My sister calls it, "the hairy-legged woman place."  Says that all the shoppers there don't shave their legs and their all so self-important that they ram their carts right into ya.  Whatevah.  I ram back. (And no, I do not have hairy legs. Ew.)  Why is it that I have to pay like 30KD for 3 apples and an onion at (that usual Westerner place I go to in Kuwait) and most of the produce is usually bad?  Why can't I have a WholeFoods?  Why? Why?

Back to our story...

I'm going to have to think of a nickname for A.  I don't know what yet.  It hasn't hit me. Anyhoo, he's been really sweet and helpful and totally got me out of my bad funk/element.   He's my Calgon.  Maybe I should call him that (not sure yet).  I'm grateful.

So I asked A's dad what he would like me to bring him from the States. He said, "A beautiful American lady..."  So here's what I brought him:



Ask and ye shall receive.  Bada BING.
(There's a hole in her plastic container.  Do you think it is so she can breathe?  I was always under the assumption that Barbi could breathe through her ears...   I also can't tell if it is Birthday Barbi or Bride Barbi.  Could be either.)

{23 April Update:  "A" told me that  his dad loved the Barbi and immediately set about taking her clothes off.  [Me:  look of shock.  Him:  "He's Bedouin!  What did you think he would do?" (He said it - not me.)]  A added, "Did you know that she had underwear?"}

His mom wanted shoes (you can't find good leather shoes here that don't cost 50KD - add that to the 3 apples and an onion for 30KD and you are looking at a car payment.)  A and his mom haven't been speaking much; she's mad at him because of something stupid.  I thinked receiving the shoes helped smooth things over.  (I got yo' back, buddy.  Nothing like a new pair of shoes to make mommy smile.)

A got me a license plate holder for my Camaro while I was in the States.  I'd been searching for one of those damn things.  Dealer dudes got me one o'dem long, European-style license plates and I didn't want to just randomly drill holes in the front bumper, so I've been driving around with the tag in my front window.  Not having a front license plate was an excuse for every police officer Tom, Dick, and Harry to pull me over.  "Hey, there's a blonde in a sports car at night.  Let's go get her..."  So I am very relieved that the 5-O has no reason to stop me now (other than being blonde, but as far as I know, that is not a crime..... yet.)  A also had some maintenance things taken care of for me.  I love having a man who can cook AND maintain. ... RrrrepreSENT.

Something completely different...

So, with all these earthquakes going on in Kuwait, our office is moving to the 30th floor of a building downtown with floor-to-ceiling glass panels.  That should be fun.  I'm afraid of heights.  My palms are sweating right now, just thinkin about it. Am I even capable of running down 30 flights of stairs in the event of an emergency?  Must I start training now?  What happens if the elevator goes out?  What happens if I'm wearing heels? Should I buy a parachute? There are so many what-if's.  30th floor?  Eeeek.  I worked for a construction company here before.  I know what goes on.  I'm not at all comfortable with this.  Nobody asked me.

I miss my family.  That sucks.  I had such a nice trip.  So relaxing and fun.  My sister really went above-and-beyond to make me happy.  She felt that I had the need.  I so did.  Wish I had more time to spend there.  ... summer plans.

I have nothing to report from Kuwait.  Nothing has really happened yet (other than falling asleep at work even though I had an __itload of work to do.  Shameful, really. Quite appalling.) 

Oh, I ran into my friend in Kuwait customs coming through the airport. There were like 6 guys standing with him.  I turn the corner around that gynormous x-ray machine and thar he was.  I shouted out his name (forgetting where I was).  "(Dude!) you lost weight!  How is your sister?  Where is the logaymat?"  Then, it occurred to me that his friends were all staring at me (not the "I'm hoping to get in your pants" stare either.  More like, "You are odd and I don't know what to make of you" stare).  No, I wasn't drunk (although the 2 Percocets I had on the plane may have had some residual affect).  Anyhoo, gave me a chuckle.  I used to have a lot of friends in Kuwait customs.  Seems like every time I went through the airport, I was taking some guy's number in the hopes of bringing in contraband refreshments (yes, it actually did work and I maintain my friendships so now most of those guys are supervisors). Now that they got those G-damn x-ray machines and surveillance cameras (surveilling the surveillers), it has become a lot more difficult (and yet, strangely, do-able).  And then.... my leetle Mexican friend, Jose, and I walked out together, arm-in-arm into the sunset.

Along the lines of surveillance - a security guy on the plane told me that last year, 800 seasoned police officials were early-retired, leaving a tremendous void in the knowledge pool over here.  I hadn't heard about it, but I don't doubt it.  Did anyone else hear about that?  That may be a factor in why there are so many incidents of violent crime lately. Wow. 

GTG now.  Catch y'alls later.

Bless your heart.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Help the Kuwait Zoo

Mark posted this a while back and maybe I can help bring attention to this problem (and ask people for their help).  I haven't been to the Kuwait Zoo since I first went there in 1993.  At that time, seeing the wolves and the way people treated them literally broke my heart and I vowed never to return again - just can't do it.

I hope they will find help for the poor animals.

Mark's full post is below (from 248am.com)

Why the Kuwait Zoo is a disaster


Everyone who’s been to the Kuwait Zoo knows how sad and depressing the place is. I’ve written about it a number of times and it’s just something that has bewildered me for a very long time. Why is the zoo the way it is? I always figured the people who worked at the zoo didn’t care about the animals but after meeting a few of the staff members recently I now know that’s not true. Turns out there are two main reasons why the zoo is a disaster, the first is the zoo visitors and the second is they just don’t have enough money to make it better.


The Visitors
Majority of the people who visit the zoo do not respect the animals nor do they respect any of the rules. On one trip to the zoo during the daytime when it was fairly empty I witnessed three different incidents in a space of 15 minutes that summarizes the problem with the people at the zoo. The first incident took place at the elephant enclosure. We noticed a woman with her young kid had climbed over the fence, through the cactuses all the way to the wall of the elephant enclosure and were taking pictures next to the trunk of the elephant that was sticking out. One of the zoo employees who was with me yelled at the women to get away from the elephant because it was dangerous and the woman just coldly took her time making her way back out over the fence as if she had done nothing wrong. A few meters away on the other corner of the enclosure there was a kid next to his mother with a bag of oranges throwing them at the second elephant. Again the zoo employee had to stop the kid from throwing oranges at the elephant while the mother was pretending she wasn’t noticing any of this.



The third incident occurred just a short distance away at the baboon enclosure. As we arrived we noticed a kid was on top of the fence sticking french fries into the baboon cage trying to feed them. His mother and his sister were standing next to him watching and then the baboon stuck his hand out of the cage and the little boy tried to kick it hard but ended up missing and hitting the cage. The zoo employee I was with yelled at the boy to get down and then pulled the kid down but the kid kept climbing back up wanting to feed the baboons. The employee was telling the kid how dangerous it was since the baboons can bite and scratch people when his mother started shouting at her. She told the employee that no one cares about her kids more than her and if this was dangerous she wouldn’t be letting her kids feed the baboons. I was just standing there going WTF?

Visitors are one of the biggest issues of the zoo. I’ve already posted about how some kids try to kill the animals with slingshots and how the trash people throw into the cages end up killing the animals as well. A lot of kids are uneducated and abusive throwing whatever they can at the animals or in the case above trying to kick them. This is why the zoo tries to protect the animals using chicken wire (a fence with very small openings) around the cages, cactus plants, higher fences and security guards. But even those defenses fail all the time, people still manage to shove food into the cages, they pull down the chicken wire fence and put it on top of the cactuses so they can walk on them towards the cages. Even security guards get ignored and the guards are too afraid to confront the visitors anyway.

No Budget
Now this second issue is the bigger of the two. The zoo has limited financial resources. Although Kuwait is a rich country, the zoo and animals aren’t really a priority. Right now there are two major enclosures for example that need to be changed or fixed but the zoo staff haven’t been able to secure the budget for them.



The first problem is the elephant enclosure. Right now there are two elephants and the enclosure is pretty tiny. The larger of the two elephants has started destroying the walls of the enclosure because of frustration. The zoo submitted a proposal to double the size of the enclosure since there is an empty plot right next to the elephant enclosure but the proposal was rejected. Instead a construction company was brought in to install large metal beams around the elephant enclosure as a solution (pictured above).



The second problem that is in dire need of attention is the chimpanzee cage (pictured above). There are four chimps in one of the most depressing cages I’ve ever seen. They have no entertainment whatsoever inside, it’s just a rectangular dark cage with concrete floors and thats it. But, there’s a great spot in the zoo which the staff want to convert to a chimp enclosure. It’s a large space (see below) that can be planted with trees and greenery and chimps can roam free in it. The plan was proposed but rejected due to budgetary reasons. So now the space is gonna be turned into a reptile enclosure filled with a few crocs and turtles which is going to be a complete waste of space.



So although the staff do want to improve the zoo they just don’t have any money do so. It’s very depressing. Even when it comes to fixing enclosures or purchasing new medical equipment it’s all handled in the same low priority “put a bandaid on it” way.

The Solution
The visitors problem is very difficult to fix. One way would be to increase the prices of the tickets (currently it’s 500fils) in hopes that would stop or lessen the amount of visitors that come to the zoo. Educating the parents and the children is too large a task for the zoo to handle and signs and leaflets really have no effect. The most realistic solution to the people problem is to continue and try to protect the animals (I suggested replacing cactus plants with barbed wire) and hiring Kuwaiti security to replace the current expats.
The solution with the budget should be simpler… just increase the budget, but that’s not happening. A more realistic option we discussed is sponsorship by private companies. Companies could sponsor an animal enclosure and the money would be used to build it or improve it. It’s something that’s done in other zoos around the world and in this situation it would be a great way to solve a lot of the problems.

By the way you’re a company and are interested in doing this, email me for more details [Here]
It’s really sad that the zoo doesn’t have any money to improve the situation for the animals. It’s not only the elephants and the chimps that are in trouble but those two are the priorities right now. The baboon cage for example has around 70 baboons inside and is over crowded. The tiger needs more space, the hippos need a new water filter for their pool and one of the giraffes is limping but they don’t have a portable xray machine to check and see why. They even have one animal enclosure nicknamed Guantanamo because it’s that bad.
The problems with the zoo are major and hopefully I was able to bring it some exposure.

Birthday Week

I just got back from Virginia last night.  I had a fantabulous time with the family and friends - as anticipated.  I had to get out of Kuwait for this special occasion because I was determined to make it better than other sucky occasions earlier this year - and it worked.

[I'm not writing anything more about Desert Guy, Teddy, or even The Romanian.  All that is off the radar.   New life has begun and I'm happy (Mashallah); despite some misguided attempts by the aforementioned players to the contrary.  You can't start a new chapter if you keep re-reading the book....  bygones.  Adios.  Vija con Dios.]

I had several very good/very deep conversations with my sister.  She has helped me put things into perspective and has let me see a righteous path towards solving my recent difficulties.  I feel so much more centered and grounded and I feel good about myself.   My mom always does that for me too.  This time around, I had the added bonus of being in the company of two of my long-time friends in DC for a birthday dinner.  Everything was just content. 

It was Spring in Washington - which is probably my favorite place to celebrate the season.  Everything was green and the flowers were out this week in particular.

I had a lovely flight back - slept most of the way - and woke up this morning at 3am (which means I'm going to crash sometime this afternoon).   

I can't wait to go visit my buddies; South on Thursday night and North sometime in-between now and then.  I miss them.

Thanks to all of you who sent me birthday wishes. :)





Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Monday, April 08, 2013

Not Without my Camaro

(Mom, don't read this.  Nothing to worry about now.)



My psychic friend has been reading my coffee cups for the past few years.  She's usually reeeeeeaally accurate and being the "tell it like it is" girl that she is, usually gets all up in my face if she feels that I'm doing something that isn't healthy in my life.  During the past few months (the saga of Desert Guy et al) has been knockin me upside my head saying, "What are you DOING?"  She was not shy in telling me what she thought about him and his friends.  Foresight.

And with good reason.

They are bad bad bad.  Teddy, who I thought was a dear friend, was no exception.  In fact, he was the worst of the wolf pack (no disrepect to wolves because there is honor and dignity among wolves).  Desert Guy was a walk in the park compared to this creature from the wacked lagoon.

I was already having a hard time with Teddy because I just told him over and over that he was being disrespectful to me.  You don't just show up at my house to talk at me and drink. Have respect. He invites all his 4.5M female "friends" to coffee and dinner. Why am I the only one he is "comfortable" with?   As he said, he comes to my place because it is "home sweet home." Uh no, it isn't your home. When asked why we couldn't just meet over coffee or dinner, the response was, "I'm not trying to sleep with you." So, I refused to talk to him for a few weeks.  Respect.  I shoulda known, a dawg is a dawg (and I mean that as no insult to dogs.  The more I get to know my dog, the less I like people.)

This past weekend, I had the misfortune of having it driven into my thick skull that he's an evil lowlife piece of crap (tell us how you really feel, Desert Girl).  I  listened to his pathetic pleading, "I really really miss you.  I'm sorry....  You're my best friend...  Let's just go out and talk... I'm coming to get you...."

And then..... 

He left me in Kabd with people I didn't know (well, I had seen one of them maybe 3 times years before and I knew that he knew some of my other mutual friends).  Regardless, Teddy just left me there.  I turned around and he was gone.  No car.  No way home.  It was a situation that could have turned really bad, really fast.

I don't cry - as you may know from previous posts. I cry at stupid things like coffee commercials and shows on Lifetime.   I cried this night - big, uglycry, mascara-all-over-your-face, sobbing and shaking kind of cry.  Fear isn't something I'm accustomed to.  Neither is being a simpering girly girl.

SNAP out of IT!  I called Bu Khalaf; his farm is located not-too-far away..  Immediate protection from All Things Evil. 

The guy I had met before, that Teddy left me with (or "to" - I don't know what his intent was, but I have a distinct gut-level feeling "to" might be closer to the truth) is a ranking police officer.  He promised Bu Khalaf that he would get me home safely and he did.  But not before taking me to get something to eat and stopping to buy me a small gift because, "Not all Kuwaitis are bad."  He was a gentleman and told me outright what he thought of Teddy, "He's not a man." 

99.9% of the time, I never drive with anyone else.  I always always take my car.  This time was an exception because I TRUSTED Teddy.   I shouldn't have.   His character/ being a whore (and no disrespect to whores) aside, I considered him a friend and never would have imagined that he would be so low  (I guess when a dog runs after a cat, he loses his frick-in MIND.  DGy called him and he was off in chase of cats; leaving me to fend for myself.)

I can count on one hand how many people have been truly bad to me since I have been in Kuwait (almost 17 years now).  The number doesn't even reach the last digit.  Teddy is number 4.

Usually, I'm all preachy to people about having a back-up plan, but I let my guard down and I didn't have one this time (or my pepper spray or a weapon).  Stupid.  It was late and I had to scramble to think of someone to call.  Thank God, he answered the phone.  Thank God I was protected by good people. 

Just wish my back-up plan came with a Louisville slugger and an aptitude for revenge.

Let me reiterate that in almost-17 years, nothing like this has ever happened to me in Kuwait.  I am much more likely to have something violent or scary happen to me in the US (at home in DC) and an count several very uncomfortable if not downright dangerous situations there (like gunfights, being chased home when I was a teenager by someone who later turned out to be a serial rapist, etc.)

I've had an internal debate about posting this story. But then I thought it might maybe trigger something in someone else; maybe you should have a back-up plan too.  Don't leave home without your Camaro. ... The're a reason for everything...  That kind of philisophical crap.

This skumbag is the reason my best friend of 16 years dumped me (making her... well... just as bad I suppose.)   This whole situation has taught me so much.  I asked God to protect me from enemies, and I started losing friends. If anyone asked me six months ago if any of this could ever happen to me, I would have laughed at them. 

Just a few more days and I'll be on the plane.  It is always nice to return to Kuwait, refreshed and renewed; welcoming the big change that inevitably comes after every plane trip out and in.  Last time, the change that came was to teach me life lessons.  I really hope that the next change will come in the form of something superficial and happy (if it isn't too much to ask).

  

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Bill Proposed to Allow Foreigners to Own Property in Kuwait

 Can it be true?  Can there actually be forward-thinking individuals within the parliament?  Wow.  Do you mean to tell me that Kuwait is actually seeing the benefits of an economic boost - similar to Dubai's?  Shocking really. 





Arab Times
KUWAIT CITY, April 6: Secretary of the National Assembly MP Kamel Al-Awadhi proposed a bill on Saturday to allow foreigners to own property in Kuwait. He said the bill aims to provide foreigners with a stable means to carry on their business and will be beneficial to the real estate market.

In light of the high population of expatriates, Al-Awadhi added, his proposed bill will allow new investment opportunities as foreigners will be attracted to invest their savings in the local economy instead of outside Kuwait.

Al-Awadhi proposed the amendment of law number 8/2001 concerning the regulation of direct investment of foreign capital in the State of Kuwait to allow foreign residents and investors to acquire residential and business properties.

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Hilux



So, I was up in Kabd with my Azmi buddies and they were making fun of one of the cousins.  He had been to the States and bought/had shipped a Toyota Hilux (1-8) because he wanted a SIX cylinder (gear aadi, of course!) and only the 4 cyclinders are available in the local market.   My friend, Bu Khalaf, looks at him, scoffs, and says, "...Yeh!  and HE doesn't even own sheep!"  LOOOOL!!!

(Ok, have a Kuwaiti explain this to you if you don't get it.)

Kuwait Sex

... Now that I have everybody's attention, my birthday is April 16.  Just thought I would mention that in passing.  I'll be 29.

Here's what I would like:
  • My mother to live forever
  • A mini pony
  • Donations to K'SPATH
  • World Peace
  • An end to the Bedoon situation in Kuwait
  • To be remembered in your prayers.

... I got everything else covered 'cause I'm blessed.

I took Stella to the airport this morning.  Sniffle.  She had been staying with me for the past few days, as she had packed up her Kuwait apartment and she was getting ready to move to Dubai. Thank God, our business owner talked her out of moving to her retirement villa in Florida (for another year).  She's got a very cool-sounding place in Dubai where she and my Irish Cousin will be chillin.  I have my own room (I hope its PINK!).  I'll be there a lot soon.  Woo hoo.  (Double Decker Pub, here we come!!!)

I don't like life here without Stella.  Yeah, so like we'll still be working together and all that, but she's been my friend, buddy, and Guardian of my Sanity for the past 2.something years.  She's got more integrity than any other people I know - with the exceptions of my mother and my sister.  I never thought anyone could compare to those 2, but I have found that in Stella.  I am so glad that I have had the HONOR of working with her and getting to be her friend.  She's been a mentor, a friend, and someone I can truly rely on to give me sound, grounded advice from the heart.  She's got an intuition about her that cuts right through the bullshit and gets down to the core.  (I've received some very good advice from her this past week which has allowed me to see my recent problems with more clarity.)

In the past year, Stella's got her groove back and I'm glad that I've been a witness to that:  She bought a home in Florida, she got married to my Irish Cousin (a man who I admire to no end), and she has made some life decisions that have (I think) made her a happier person.

I'm not just saying all this because it is bonus time, either. (Crackin myself up!)   I mean it.  Some people come into your life and you just know that God sent them to inspire you to greater things.  She and Irish lift me up. They are quality people; the kind that you want in your life for the long run.

I shoulda thrown them a big party, but they're not that kind of folk and I think it probably would have embarrassed them.   

Stella, I miss you already. Thank you for EVERYTHING you have done for me while you lived in Kuwait.  You have been a gift.  I hope you will have a wonderful adventure/next step of your journey in Dubai.  Get that tequila ready for me - I'll be there soon!

Ok, back to our previously-scheduled programming:

Did I mention that my birthday is April 16th?  Yeah, that's right....

I'm going to be in Virginia with the family because:
  • New Years Eve SUCKED
  • Valentines Day SUCKED
  • National and Liberation Days SUCKED
  •  Even the Day I Got my New Car SUCKED
and I'm not going to ALLOW my birthday to suck.  The Haters can just KMA on a dirty day.  I'm flying to have fun.  Bada BING.



(Have you pervs read down this far and come to the realization that this post has nothing at all to do with Kuwaiti sex?  HA!  No pictures?  Awwwwww, poor you!  Yala blow up my hit counter!)

  



Tuesday, April 02, 2013

BFF



I haven't been posting a lot lately because I've been trying to kick back and evaluate what's been going on in my world.  I also have had to take a few steps back from the picture so as not to be completely negative about it, place blame, or point fingers - because honestly, that's not what it's all about.  It just is what it is.  ( I have had to fight a seemingly-overwhelming desire to post negative passive-aggressive images and comments, but I did and I hope I have taken the higher ground.)

I have been blessed in my life.  I try to find blessings (signs too) in everything I do. I believe that we are all guided by a Higher Force.  I believe in God.  I’ve been receiving a lot of signs lately – some overt and some the kind that sneak up on you when you least expect them, in ways that you couldn’t have imagined.

People change.  Not all your friendships or associations will last.  Even relationships and marriages come and go.  Nothing is forever, but some things last longer than others. 

My BFF of 16 years, The Romanian, and I just had a major falling out.  BFF means Best Friend Forever, however, how long can that really the case?  If a friendship was meant to endure forever, the phrase wouldn’t have been developed by a teenager, but more likely someone of old age.   During the past 16 years, The Romanian and I have  had a lot of ups and downs.  We have learned to forgive each other when we have had problems, and we have moved past things to find a deeper friendship.  But again, people change and move in different directions;  what was true years ago may not be the case now.

I have had friends for 30 years or more.  I value, maintain, and even fight to keep friendships together.  Some friends and I can catch up after years apart as if nothing ever happened.  But – these are friends that I don’t see or talk to every day. They don’t know intimate details of my life like The Romanian does.  With "friends at a distance," there is less reason to judge or to be judged; less information.    I’ve heard the phrase, “Never get too close to people.”  This is a valid point.  Impractical, I think, but valid.

This winter, The Romanian and I lived in the desert with guys we were dating:  cousins who were best friends. (You know this from previous posts.)  It wasn’t without drama – like it would be in a family.  We had arguments, got back together, had more arguments, got back together.  Now the group is effectively apart.  I’m not talking to Desert Guy.  His cousin, Teddy, and I became close friends (for a while - see post below) -- which eventually caused the rift between the Romanian and I.  Our peripheral camp “family members” and I have nothing in common; no glue to keep us together.  Like a scene from some summer romance movie with all the lovers, friends and acquaintances going back to reality at the end of the season; it became my own reality.  However, I always assumed that my friendship with my best friend would endure through anything, but perhaps we just got too close during this final scene.  Maybe it is just time to put some distance in between and see what will happen in the future. 

Spring is a time of renewal and rebirth. Quality of life has become my priority.  Sweeping out negative to make room for positive.  Reflection followed by positive action.  Letting go where I have to in order to let in where I can.

I am always grateful for my blessings.   I make friends easily, I’m always busy, and I know that there are indeed a few things that are constant in life:  strength of character, resilience, and the ability to adapt to change.  Maybe this change is giving way to something new for both of us.  Like all my friends, I wish my (former?) BFF the very best.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Spring in Kuwait: Why are you sending me pictures of your personal?

Is it just me....

Lately, a very odd phenomenon has been happening to me.  I meet men.  You kinda haveta weed out the good from the bad, but this is different.  I've met men lately - from different walks of life -  who are sending me unsolicited random photos of their penises.  Not one, not two, not three.....  These guys are business professionals, mature, and people who you would never in a million years expect to send photos of their tallywackers.

I don't know if it is just me.  I mean - do I have a face that says, "I really want to see your dangly bits"?  I don't ask them. I don't even have time to respond before BAM  - there it is.  Eeeeewww...  I'm not saintly or anything, but OMG.  Whyyyyyy???  I'm not talking dirty.  I'm not behaving in a way that would solicit this kind of behavior.  I'm just going about my life as usual. 

....we have now reached a whole new level of low-class....  I have reached a whole new level of disparagement over my single status.  Is this the future?

And what does this say about the senders?  I guess a picture says a thousand words:  That their entire existence revolves around their schlongs?  "This is who I am."  Wow.  Has society become so base?  Does it really come down to (on average) 6.5 inches?  "This is all I'm worth."  (Well, okay, I have to admit that one was REALLY impressive, but still....)

God forbid I start getting videos...

Dudes, if I wanted to see neked pictures of men, I would log onto one of those sites specifically for that.  Where is the mystery?  Where is the intrigue?  Put your clothes on, let's go to dinner and let's get to know each other.  WTF. Whatever happened to talking to a girl?  Can you imagine:  "How I met my wife...."  

Mafi ayeb bil Kuwait?  Wallah?  Killish?

Sometimes I think that I have issues and then I realize how truly phucked up other people are.  Sigh.


Foreigners are to blame for everything

I ran into an old friend the other night (Lebanese) who said that all everyone is talking about are the plans to eliminate the number of foreigners in Kuwait; some overt, and some aimed at charging expats separate prices for services/items.  He was overtly upset by this, almost to the point of taking a personal offense.

C'mon - has the Kuwaiti blame game extended this far?  Why does Kuwait stagnate so much?  Because everybody is busy pointing fingers and blaming other groups (until recently, domestic groups) and meanwhile, the country is floundering in a cesspool of  bad business while the rest of the Gulf is excelling.

They even want to mandate a separate price for gasoline for foreigners and Kuwaitis.  Puhleeze - have you seen the lines at the gas stations in Kuwait?  They can't figure out how to install updated (current-century) gas pumps.  How would they handle separate lines/separate pricing?   (I long for the types of gas pumps they have in the States where you can just swipe your credit card and go.) 

Then, the  plans for apartheid in the healthcare system, segregating foreigners from Kuwaitis with different operating hours for both.  Yeah, that is definitely a step in the wrong direction.  Imagine that happening in Western countries; suddenly imposing the same laws on any foreigners... let's say Kuwaitis would have to wait until the afternoon for treatment at a London hospital.  It would be the end of the world.

Cutting 100,000 jobs to foreigners per year.  Okey dokey - let's start with the street cleaners, domestic workers and drivers.  Bada bing.  Put your big girl panties on and deal with it yourself.  Or perhapsee waiters and waitresses.  From my perspective, following the first 3 categories I mentioned above, the largest number of current foreign-hires are wait staff and restaurant workers (kick ass, Shaya!).  (Let's be real - the only businesses that thrive in Kuwait are food-related.)  So, I completely agree - less of all of those categories and more jobs for Kuwaitis.

I was so happy to see young Kuwaitis serving customers through LOYAC's internship programs.  Is there shame in those jobs?  No, and the kids loved it.  They had pride in their accomplishments and a sense of responsibility.  Is that a bad thing?  LOYAC's model is simple:  Do something for your community and for yourself.

Why are countries like Qatar and Dubai thriving?  Because they are working in cooperation with their foreign/professional workforce (just look at the number of universities and hospitals they work with).  They LEARN from past results of business models brought in from other places; other ideas, other perspectives.  You don't see countries like Dubai trying to cut expat jobs; they open the door to other nationalities.  Come on in!  Buy our land.  Add to our flourishing economy and tourism sectors.  Bring your families!  Spend, spend, spend.  Hey, now that is a novel idea:  Benefiting the local economies.  Huh.

I love Kuwait and I hate so see all this negativity.  Open your minds.  Stop blaming, start moving.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Law on Music Concerts in Kuwait




Obtaining a permit to have music even at a private party is a royal PITA.  I've never tried to obtain one for a concert, so I can only imagine how difficult it would be.  We wanted to get a guy to play oud once at a hotel venue and I needed wastah even for that.  Pathetic.  And the MOI often sends concert monitors to ensure that no one is dancing. 

Kuwait used to be a leader in the arts in the Middle East before all the conservatives set about to destroy it.  I am seeing some real talent coming up recently and I hope that they will be allowed to CREATE in Kuwait.

Finally, someone with the right attitude in Parliament (see below)!  Using the law to change the balance.... This is exactly what MPs in the past could have done to counteract some of the "foreign influences"/conservative policies used by lawmakers of previous parliaments.    I don't know anything about MP Al-Fadhl, but I'm liking him a whole lot today! 

Arab Times Today:

MP Nabil Al-Fadhl queried the Minister of Information Sheikh Salman Sabah Al-Salem Al-Humoud Al-Sabah on the reasons why a 2004 ministerial decision, that sets stringent conditions on music concerts, has not yet been abolished.

Al-Fadhl said the decision violates Article 14 of the Constitution, which states that “the State shall promote science, letters, and the arts and encourage scientific research therein”, as well as Article 30, which states that “personal liberty is guaranteed”.