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Weekend

Sunday, April 26th, 2009

It’s been a busy weekend here in the khowaga household.

Let’s see.  On Saturday, Ray and I went to San Antonio, to the King William Fair.  Ray’s co-worker’s parents live on King William Street, which is the old-money/rich gay district, and every year they have this big street festival where they have a parade (first thing in the morning – we never make it) performances and food booths and arts and crafts and whatnot.  So, we chugged on down there.

It was supposed to be overcast.  It wasn’t.

So, here’s an old truck all festooned out …

… and a cute little house with a banana tree in front of it …

… and, oh, my God, these were some terrible bellydancers.  They were in front of the house where the party was, and I had to stop and stare and … OK, I know you’re probably thinking that I’m an expert on bellydancing or something because of what I do, and so I’m holding them to a really high standard of authenticity, but you’d be wrong.  I do, however, know what it’s supposed to look like, and it’s not middle aged white ladies in costumes swaying to 70s pop music.

The proper term for bellydancing is raqs sharqi, or “eastern dance.”  This is more like raqs shitty.

We got there just in time for the mariachis to start playing.  The guy in the white shirt and ballcap in the lower right is Charles Butt, owner of the HEB grocery chain (it’s huge in Texas).  He lives next door …

… in this little shack with the Texas Historical Landmark plaque in front.

So, Ray and I went walking round the fair, which was crowded despite the heat (it was 86 / 35) …

… stumbled across a house that we would very much like the owners to leave us in their will …

… funnel cake!  How’d that get there?

… and joined the lengthy line of gay men taking photos with the world’s largest bougainvillea:

Then we drove back to Austin, where I had to turn around almost immediately and go into campus for a special evening event: a private concert with Lebanese musician May Nasr.

She played an acoustic set – woman with guitar on her own, but she has a powerful voice and it was an incredible hour and a half of just sitting and watching her spin her tale.

I bought her CD (and she autographed it – yes, you may touch me), but I found it a little overproduced.  Her voice is still powerful, but it gets kind of buried in there.  I liked her better on her own…

Anyway.  So, that was my weekend.  Hope yours was awesome!

Reality Check

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

One of my friends on that dreaded social networking site has, of late, begun posting status updates written from the point of view of a stuffed toy.  “Teddy thinks that Joanne has had a long day and deserves to veg in front of the TV!” or “Teddy is happy that all of Joanne’s prayers have been answered!  Thank you, Jesus!”  (Joanne’s a bit religious, you see.)

Facebook has started to lose me of late.  To begin with, I do not like the fact that my intro page is now covered in the results of quizzes, gifts, Easter eggs, and other ridiculous minutiae from friends.  I have one friend that clearly needs an intervention, because if I have to find out which model Stormtrooper best represents him … again … we may form our own private lynch mob.  Nor do I particulalry like that my available resource is now only to block the friend from my newsfeed altogether, rather than simply electing to see less of this person or ask not to see updates generated by a particular application.

And don’t get me wrong.  I have cut people out of my newsfeed entirely.

However, the introduction of the voice in the back of your head is entirely new and terrifying.  I wonder what next we’re going to learn about Joanne from Teddy:

“Teddy thinks Joanne’s new haircut makes her look like a slut.”
“Teddy thinks Joanne is having a fat day.”
“Teddy bets Joanne doesn’t know that she’s got cellulite on the back of her thighs!”
“Teddy’s praying to Jesus because what Joanne and her boyfriend did last night is a big sin!”
“Joanne thinks that Teddy doesn’t know she’s got a ziploc full of weed stashed in the toilet tank, but she’s wrong!”
“It’s a good thing that Teddy can’t talk, because he would have told the police officer that Joanne’s boyfriend really didn’t tell her that he was going to visit his mother and that he’s actually providing fertilizer for the tomato plants….”

Stephen King better not steal this for his next novel.

If you’re just about Facebook-ed out, watch this:

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And don’t forget to join the group “Timmy Gordon’s a Real Wet Blanket” afterward!

12 of 12: April 2009

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

Yes, indeedy, it’s time once again for 12 of 12!

9:30 am: Putting it all back together

Living room

Friday and Saturday were spent watching someone else put down hardwood laminate in our house.  Although it doesn’t carry over the photos, it’s a fairly thick (12 mm) laminate that has a hand scraped look to it.  The living room, dining room, and kitchen are all joined together, and we had three different types of flooring down, so we decided to bite the bullet and replace it all in one fell swoop.  I like the look, but it’s going to take some getting used to.

We’re also going to be spending months putting everything back the way it was … and we need an area rug or three.

For the insane among you, there are “before” shots here, here, and here; and more “after” shots here, here, and here.

10:27 am: Bougainvillea Break

Bougainvillea

I recently … once again … acquired a bougainvillea.  I think they’re gorgeous, and I would love to live in a climate where they can grow outside year round.  Unfortunately, we’re on the wrong side of one of those USDA “hardiness” lines.  All I know is that they grow fine in San Antonio (60 mi/100 km south), but here they’re really delicate.  It’s been really windy lately, and the flowers keep blowing off.  Last night there was a torrential downpour.  So … I’m taking photos so that when I invariably kill it, I’ll remember what it looked like.  Sigh.

11:27 am: Fixing the FloorMate

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We own one of those Hoover FloorMate things that scrub hard surfaces.  Now that we have significantly more hard surface to clean, I imagine that we’ll be using it much more often, however, the cleaning solution wasn’t dispensing properly.  So, Ray decided to fix it, which he can do …

12:18 pm: 10 Pounds of Love

Barney

My folks invited us over for lunch.

Barney lives next door to my parents.  He’s such a cute little dog, very sweet.  He always runs right over to the fence whenever anyone is in the backyard to say hello.

My parents are starting to look for another dog, and mom says she wants something a little larger than Barney because, well … there’s something alarming about a dog that you could accidentally punt over the fence.

12:44 pm: Mocha

Mocha

Mocha, as usual, is completely immune to Barney’s charms.

12:45 pm: Backyard chat

In the backyard.

It was pouring first thing this morning–just in time to drown out all those sunrise services–but by early afternoon it was beautiful, sunny, 80 degrees.  Just perfect!

1:13 pm: Hope Springs Eternal

Hope springs eternal.

Mocha knows I won’t feed her from the table.  My mother, on the other hand, is an easy mark …

2:08 pm: He is Risen!

He is risen!

I’ve pointed out before that my parents live in a community that’s a little reminiscent of Stepford.  A good number of the houses had these plastic crosses in front, given out by the non-denominational church that serves the senior community.  Apparently, you’re supposed to put them up on Good Friday, blank side out, and then turn them around on Easter Sunday to reveal that “He is Risen!”

We went by one house where the cross hadn’t been turned around.  “They didn’t turn their cross around,” my mother observed.
“Maybe Jesus saw his shadow and decide to sleep for six more weeks,” I suggested.

Yes, I’m going to Hell.  No, that’s not why…

6:15 pm: Using the FloorMate

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Making a rare appearance in my own 12 of 12, I decide I’ve had enough of the remaining sawdust on the floor and use the FloorMate, since my previous broom-and-dustpan, dustmop, and vacuuming hasn’t quite done the trick.

7:11 pm: Burgers on the grill

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Quick-and-simple meal.  Because it’s such a lovely day, I decide to grill something in order to spend a little more time outside.

7:34 pm: Making Mocha Miserable

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Mocha hates to be picked up and/or held.

7:50 pm: Entourage

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A little crap tele to wind down the weekend.

And how was YOUR day?

Easter hangover

Monday, April 9th, 2007

After a solid week of parental supervision, Ray and I just wanted a nice quiet weekend to ourselves. The weather didn’t cooperate much — we were treated to a weekend of utterly awful weather — it hit the low 30s on Saturday (during the day, no less), with sleet. Those of you who live elsewhere who wonder why the Republicans doubt global warming, this is why: sleet in Texas in April.

I didn’t get any chocolate from the Easter Bunny, and I’m afraid to go look in the back yard to see if that’s because the dog ate him. I did get one hell of a hangover in the middle of the day, though, and it’s all Ray’s fault. (OK, I can’t back that up. At all. In fact, I’m the one that mixed the drinks.) We went over to our friends’ house — we did remember to eat something beforehand, but the libations started flowing and it all went downhill from there. By the time dinner was done, I managed to make it to the sofa and the next thing I knew, it was 45 minutes later. Some house guest I am.

On Easter Sunday, I like to pause and reflect on a very important question: where did the Easter bunny come from, anyway? When I was in college, I tried to explain the whole concept to a friend of mine who was from Thailand, and it didn’t go so well:

Him: So, what’s Easter again?
Me: Easter is the celebration of Jesus’ resurrection.
Him: Right. And he came back as a rabbit?
Me: No. You’re thinking of reincarnation. Jesus just came back from the dead.
Him: Like a zombie?
Me: No. Well, sort of, but I think he was still capable of thought. And he wasn’t hungry for brains … look, he just came back from the dead, OK? Then he ascended into heaven to be with God.
Him: So, he ascended into heaven on a rabbit?
Me: No … I mean that would have to be a pretty big rabbit. And rabbits don’t fly.
Him: Neither do reindeer, but at Christmas–
Me: We’re not talking about Christmas.
Him: (smirks) Of course not. You know, the Hindu god Ganesh rides a rat, and he’s an elephant.
Me: Is it a big rat?
Him: I don’t think so. I think he’s just normal rat-sized.
Me: Huh. Anyway, no, Jesus wasn’t riding a rabbit. He just sort of … ascended.
Him: Like Superman?
Me: (sighs) Yes, like Superman.
Him: So, where does the rabbit come in?
Me: I dunno.
Him: And the eggs? Does the rabbit lay the eggs? I mean, rabbit poop kind of looks like little chocolate eggs if you squint just right …
Me: Shut up and have some chocolate.

I digress.

Anyway, I have three days in the office this week before I head out to New Mexico, and I am so ready to be away for a little bit. Of course, I have a bunch of stuff to get done in the three days before I leave … so, naturally, I’m blogging.

Happy Monday!

About the Banner: Cairo

Saturday, October 28th, 2006

Time for another about the banner column.

Tannoura Dancers

The original picture is here:

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Here’s the short version: this is the Egyptian Heritage Tannoura Dance Troup performing one of its twice weekly public shows — at this time, they were on the Cairo Citadel, but have since returned to the wikala of Sultan al-Ghori in the old city, across the street from the Khan al-Khalili bazaar.

If you want to stick around for the long version in which I discuss my long love affair with Cairo, you can do so after the jump.

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