MathMan sent me this link because he thought it might interest me. He was right. It does.

I haven't written anything for a long time in this blog, primarily because as I come to the end of my time in Kuwait, I can feel myself psychologically and emotionally disengaging, and as a consequence, the things that I disliked or distressed me before, now enrage me.

I came across this blog post today, and it struck a chord in me ...a really really big one with bass profundo and high treble.

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Recently, I had occasion to speak with a friend who is married to a Hoo Ha! Native Son. My friend was wearing abaya (not normal) and when I commented, she told me she'd been attending the Aza (funeral) for her husband's uncle.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about music lately. There’s a new worship leader on Fridays, and he is shaking things up a bit. This is not a bad thing. For one, he’s introduced the practice of sending out YouTube videos with the weekly e-notices.

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I'm sitting in an old chair, propped up by a pillow because it's so deep, laptop on my knees, looking out the window at rain pouring down on the Maine coast.

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whining  present participle of whine (Verb)

Whining is a joke in our family. Mostly because nobody does it - at least not regularly and certainly not for long. The family "Whine-O-Meter" goes right off the scale after about 30 seconds, and a response will be forthcoming.

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I am on holidays.

Whatever that means. I am still tied to work, checking emails, responding to queries, and putting out fires from thousands of miles away.

But I feel holidayish.

June 10th

SandyTown has initiated a cleansing of sorts. 100,000 expats per year are to be summarily declared persona non grata and the overall population reduced by 1,000,000 over the next 10 years. "They," say the disgruntled, "are taking the jobs away from Native Sons. Go home."

Alrighty, then.

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