Egypt Pics
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Next post: my traditional look back on 2007.
Political, social, scientific and literary commentary from Dr. Raywat Deonandan: scientist, author, rogue and knave.
The timing was particularly bad because today was to be the culmination of
a lifelong dream... to see and touch the Great Pyramids of Giza, towering
structures of fame, mystery and foreboding, and the pinacle technological
achievement of humanity's first true civilization. Few landmarks have
elicited such imagination, fantasy and anticipation.
But the back ache gave us the excuse to do the tourist thing and rent
camels. Yes, we were bilked. But whatever. The fact remains that we rode
camels --named Michael Jackson and Bill Clinton (Clinton had diarrhea)--
through part of the Sahara desert, arriving upon the Giza plateau to behold
mankind's most ancient physical achievement.
So many things in life fail to live up to their expectations. The pyramids
are not among them. Considering when they were built, they are gargantuan.
Their blocks are gargantuan. They were built, no doubt, by giants: men
whose imaginations, power and will dwarf those of we pathetic modern
mortals.
And there is every indication that the pyramids were built by mortal,
fragile humans, however colossal their dreams and achievements. The
pyramids are imperfect, and one can almost smell the blood and sweat
spilled in their backbreaking construction. The lesser tombs of the
workers are visible in the great tombs' shadows, as are the ornate
underground tombs of the architects.
And it is there, in the lesser tombs, that the disappointment of modern
Egypt arises; for despite necessary restrictions on the use of cameras (in
order to preserve these fast fading treasures of humanity), every minor
official offers tourists the chance to snap a photo in exchange for a
piddling bribe of a couple of US dollars. Even I enjoyed a priceless
scamper up the side of one of the great pyramids, in defiance of reasonable
law, and in exchange for pocket change.
The decline of the greatness of Man is measured in nickles and dimes.
And yet I do not regret my transgression. The pyramids were meant to be
touched, just as they were meant to scrape heaven.
Tonight is New Years Eve. Andrew and I will attempt to return to the
plateau to welcome 2008 by beholding the profiles of antiquity, cut out
from the backdrop of Egyptian winter stars.
...That is, until we flew over the pyramids. The only words that issued
from my lips were, "Wow. Wow. Wow." If the plane had turned around then,
I would have been content, having seen the last standing wonder of the
ancient world with my own eyes.
But it did not turn around. I am in the Meridien hotel in Cairo, literally
across the street from the Great Pyramids of Giza. They fill the bedroom
window.
The pyramids are history's greatest and most profound architectural
achievement. The big one stood as the highest manmade structure for
millennia, finally overtaken by the Eiffel Tower in only the 19th century.
To sleep in their shadow is literally a dream come true.
And so now I shall dream... Of pharaohs, belly dancers and kebabs. The
ancient wealth of Egypt awaits in the waking morn.
Droogies, I am minutes from boarding a flight to Egypt. My back has been spasming all week. It was almost at the point where I'd be forced to cancel my trip, as I was almost in tears a couple of days ago, lugging a light backpack on the subway in downtown Toronto; downtown Cairo would have killed me! But the miracle of chiropractic "science" has stepped in to win me some pain-free reprieve, and I am sufficienly recovered to chance this voyage to one of the finest destinations on the planet. A crap-load of cheap booze helps, too.


OK, let's begin...



"If you have a flat chest like me don't take this class because you will de disappointed with outcome at the end of the semester!"I managed, as well, to find one of my favourite Canadan academics, the University of Toronto's Mark Kingwell, a philosophy professor whom I've always found inspiring for his ability to straddle the worlds of both serious academia and pop culture relevance. But this post is about politicans in academia, and Kingwell does not qualify...yet.
"Very sexy. Lets TAs do all the grading. Extremely popular with mid-careers, so classes always oversubscribed. Doesn't particularly care about his students unless they are former political prisoners or attractive coeds"In addition to Iggy, I found a review of another Harvard professor, one Kim Campbell, Canada's former (and first female) Prime Minister. Campbell was the lamest of ducks and perhaps the most unpopular PM in my lifetime. But, post-politics, she's managed to create an image of herself as distanced, self-mocking, easygoing pointy-head.... which is a good thing.






"Sadly, the poppy acts more as a rallying cry to support military solutions to the world's problems, instead of a heart-felt and genuine plea for an end to the suffering of war."How does it do this? Pro-war politicians use Remembrance Day as an opportunity to sing paeans to the current military efforts, and to more vociferously deny anti-war voices. The result is that pro-war faces are always seen brandishing poppies, while anyone opposed to the war must remain silent, lest they be (illogically) seen as not honouring the sacrifices of soldiers.

"hi my nameis paul and i seen you on her and you are breth taking butefall im very happey all the time and my age is 33 i would like to ment sumone that likes to light ass much as i do and has the saminchrests ass me hop you will e mial me back."Well, aren't we all looking to find someone who likes to "light ass" as much as we do?

