Catching Up | February 25th 2008
Prior to my previous post, I hadn’t written anything for a little over two months. I’ve missed out on wishing you all a happy Christmas, Eid, New Year, etc. I suppose it was the transition into 2008 that I didn’t want. Perhaps it was a form of delicate denial? I had such a great ending to 2007, I didn’t want it to end, I didn’t want December to come to an end because it would mean I’d have to put the events that made me the happiest behind and move on, conjure them when I want to smile again instead of living off the aftereffect.
What I’m trying to say is by posting this, and attempting to change the layout of my blog, I’m trying to start anew. I’m coming into terms with the fact that we’re n 2008, I’ll have more happy experiences (although so far this theory has proven to be a total failure), I’ll encounter new people, etc, etc. So here I am, in 2008. What have I done in the past two months? I’ve made a fantastic new friend; she’s as crazy as I am and super funny. Apart from that, nothing interesting has happened.
I started the spring semester last week and I’m overloading myself with class because a) I want to spend as much time out of the house, b) I need to push up my dwindling GPA, c) Have I mentioned that I want to spend as much time out of the house as possible?! Thing is, I’ve come up with the theory that staying at home, in close proximity to mother dearest, means more clashes, more arguments and more heartache than I can withstand. It’s a phase, right? I’m sure things will cool down and one point or the other, but till then, I’d rather keep my distance.
I’m reading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein for one of my classes at university, and so far so good, I’m enjoying it. Will write more about it when I’ve got a clearer picture in my head on what’s going on in the novel. I read Schiller’s Don Carlos for another class and I must say, I fell in love. I absolutely love the play (and I can’t believe I’m about to say this) but I can’t wait till I watch the operatic adaptation in two week’s time. I absolutely hate the opera, I hate it with a burning passion actually; nobody seems to believe the fact that I’m literally allergic to the opera - I’m not kidding, my skin breaks out into rashes! Yet here I am, anticipating the Don Carlos opera. Not liking the opera, does it make me an uncultured person? I doubt, I’m really into any other forms of “art”, but certainly not the opera; I can’t explain it, but I really detest it, wouldn’t you if it caused you to break out into painful rashes too?! Needless to say, I’ve stocked up on histamines.
On a lighter note, I came across a Lebanese artist called Rabih Abou-Khalil last September, and I’ve been entranced with his music ever since. I’m not sure I can place him in a specific genre, but his music is predominantly Arabian fused with jazz. From his latest album Songs for Sad Women, here’s The Sad Woman of Qana:
To everyone in Kuwait: Happy National and Liberation Days!
Till next time world.