So… the Arabic, made–for–desert headdress — known as a keffiyah or shemagh — has now turned into a fashion.
I see folks here in England, both men & women, wearing it as displayed above in a scarf style. Cool, but it really feels weird that people have simply taken something used as a barrier against sand & heat and subsumed it into a fashion culture.
I wonder how many of them have any understanding of Arabs whatsoever…
Work = horrendous.
Feeling dazed & confused, but not over a woman.
Emails piling up with people making ridiculous demands.
No–one else handles delinquency so I have to do it. Today MKash sent me a spreadsheet with all the scum fund loans that needed chasing and guess what? 57 new ones I need to send off to our debt collecting company.
Boss bollocking me for arriving late today, then claiming I have done so consistently every Thursday for the past few months(!). Instantly felt like screaming: “You lying pissing BASTARD! I can see the nads in your mouth because every time you open your gob you spew up an enormous fountain of bollocks!” DIE! And then murder him. Well… you KILL the Boss at the end of the level, don’t you?
And so a Malaysian newspaper has reported that Iran has decided safely to release the 15 British military prisoners it held, accused of straying into Iranian territory, as a gift to Britain for Easter. Read the article here. Great news, I feel!
I never once considered that Iran’s government held any malevolent intent towards them. Their proclamations (no more trustworthy than those of the British and American Governments, I personally believe, cf: Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction) that they did not hold them in exchange for the release of Iranian prisoners, treatment of the prisoners healthwise (in comparison to those at Guantanamo Bay), and suchlike made me believe they would not hurt them.
I cannot comment on the ‘confessions’, except to state that they did seem too … convenient to me. I kept thinking they must have ‘forced’ those confessions out of them in some way.
At any rate, the British media itself engaged in some wild propaganda of its own (something it accused Iran of doing). Referring to arrested personnel as ‘kidnapped’ and ‘hostages’ speaks volumes, especially compared to the coverage and treatment of prisoners in Guantanamo Bay by Poodle Blair’s ally in George Bush’s TWAT (The War Against Terror), namely America.
We had new counters installed at work on Saturday. We had to close (we usually open Saturday mornings), and when I walked in to work today the single counter had extensions to it, and large glass counters replacing the previous unimpeded face–to–face contact we used to share with customers (whom we call ‘members’).
I took a picture of our new look counters and should upload that later when I install Bluetooth software onto my home computer. Alas my previous computer conked out, meaning I have many pictures & songs on there I can’t access; I never made a backup of them because my old computer didn’t have any CD– or DVD–writing capabilities. I realise I never took a picture of our old–style counter, so a pic of the new counter only looks impressive in context… Hmmm.
Other than that we have had numerous problems with our computing software, mainly due to us not taking the time out to iron out all difficulties prior to opening to the public. We should have closed until lunchtime, come in early and fitted all the computers, ensured they worked fine in conjunction with our server, and only then opened to the public — instead of all these farts & arses we’ve now had to endure.
Score: p00 out of 10.
— Aldo Kraas.
I don’t feel in control of my life enough to make this a reality. I don’t feel I can make time to reflect on myself, and things which take place in my life. When I find some respite in order to try and compose a few words regarding my feelings, or simply a description of events, too much time has elapsed and I can’t capture the moment.
Take this weekend. I had a big argument with my Helen, and it seemed to kick off about nothing (always a sure sign of deeply embedded issues & possible resentments), but I couldn’t take stock. As brilliant playwright Peter Handke once wrote: “Write your way out of everything”, but I couldn’t do it. So I had to bury my thoughts, which caused my feelings to take over and send me crazy. Collapsing to the ground, rushing around needing to get away (in the end I bolted and legged it for a tram and train outta there). Not good…
I think I stop keeping diaries for this reason. Too much time passes by, feelings grow stale and eventually it feels pointless to me to continue logging half–arsed attempts at a journal. Pah.
Currently reading: Colonialism/Postcolonialism by Ania Loomba. A well–written introduction to, and account of, colonialism and postcolonialism, their relevance in today’s world, and issues related to these (sexuality, racial divisions, capitalism, globalisation). I’ve only read a few pages, but it does read very clearly.
Alongside this, ‘lighter’ reading I suppose you could call it, I have picked up The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. I’ve never read it before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even seen any filmic renditions of it — only the cartoon show Dogtanian & The Three Muskehounds as a child. All together now: “One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready…”
I shall post thoughts on these books as I make further headway.
