by Natasha Tynes | Sep 29, 2004 | Everyday me!, Music, Shutterbug
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I’m not sure if anyone out there is familiar with the Lebanese band Soap Kills, but I really dig them.
For the past hour or so I have been busy making a carrot cake while listening to their album “Cheftak” or “I saw you”. It is really great stuff. Their music is a mesh of jazz, downbeat electronica with oriental influences.
I attended one of their concerts last year in Amman at the Blue Fig and I remember being well impressed by not only their music but by their animated stage presence.
I vividly remember keyboard and guitar player, Zeid, jumping from the top of one table to the other in attempts to get the crowd, who seemed far too involved in the eating, to dance and groove along. Maybe their music was too complex for patrons of Blue Fig.
These are a few pictures from the Blue Fig show last year taken by my one and only hubby.
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by Natasha Tynes | Sep 28, 2004 | Film
If you are planning to watch In the Cut anytime soon, don’t. The movie is horrible, horrible, horrible.
I don’t know how people can get away with making such crap. The story was disjointed, the plot was mediocre and the characters were out of place. What is this? Really??! I give it 4/10.
I think the movie was just an excuse to show Meg Ryan naked, thus shattering the image of the good girl she always enjoyed! Awful material, really. Don’t ever rent it.
by Natasha Tynes | Sep 25, 2004 | Media watch
Good news for those who read the Jordanian press: Al Rai newspaper has launched a new website. It is actually pretty impressive compared with the horrible one they had previously.
The site is fast, easy to surf and user-friendly. If you can read Arabic, take a look.
by Natasha Tynes | Sep 22, 2004 | Doha affairs
We had a very pleasant evening yesterday with Amal. It started with a nice
dinner at an Italian place at the Intercontinental Hotel called Za Moda,
followed by cappuccino at Najjar, a new Lebanese coffee shop here.
The atmosphere at both these places was lovely and somehow felt very
normal, as if we were not living anywhere near a conservative Gulf country.
I guess this the best way to survive this place; pretend you do not reside
here.
In other developments:
- We finally have wheels. We rented a Renault Clio and we are gonna keep it for a month. Living here has a new meaning when you are the king of the road.
- I’m currently reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Euginedes. It is the story of a hermaphrodite. Interesting stuff.
- We finally got to watch Spiderman 2. I loved it. I thought it was even better than the first one. Toby Maguire’s performance was top-notch.
- We are planning a short trip to Dubai in Oct. It will be a celebration of our one-year anniversary. If all goes well, the trip will be a great chance to meet up with Dalia and Duri and see their newborn baby, Sanad.
Meanwhile, I’m still cooking and having those complex, vivid dreams. Blame it
on the mattress cover. Life goes on.
by Natasha Tynes | Sep 18, 2004 | Everyday me!
I had a weird dream last night. It was so out-of-place that I decided to share it here, hoping someone out there might help me interpret it.
In the dream, I was sleeping in our bed here in Doha when I was awoken in the middle of the night by Jeff’s voice, speaking to someone. He sounded nervous as he was saying “Who are you,” “How did you get here?” “What do you want?” I opened my eyes to see a young Filipino woman standing by the side of the bed and pointing a gun at us. It seemed very real.
As soon as she realized I was awake, she looked at me and ordered me to guide her to the place where I was “hiding the money”. She kept telling me she knew that I was hiding the money somewhere. So I got out of the bed and walked to the entrance of the room where there was a Christmas stocking hanging on the edge of the wall.
I took out all of the money hidden there and gave it to her. While I was doing that, I looked closely at her face and realized she was the same woman who came to our place to clean it. [We don’t actually have a cleaner. This is only a dream :)]
After seeing the look of shock and betrayal on my face, the woman felt surprisingly sorry for me and decided to give me her gun. “Here,” she said “Take this in case my friends outside decide to attack you … Take it for protection.”
I took the gun and rushed to the TV room and there they were: her accomplices. Her partners in crime were two other young Filipino women standing in the middle of the room with guns pointing at me.
While I was digesting this troubling scene, my parents showed up on our doorstep out of the blue from Amman for a visit. I got tense and decided to act fast. Not wanting to make my parents worry, I approached the menacing women, put my arms around both of them and introduced them to my parents as my “best buddies in Doha,” whom I was just walking out.
After the criminals left the apartment peacefully, my father told me: “Natasha, for some reason they didn’t strike me as people you would choose as your friends.” I had to confess. I told him what happened and then I showed him the gun the woman gave to me. “Look Dad, she even gave me her gun,” I said, then looking closely at the weapon and realizing it was only a toy gun!
Fin.
Can someone out there explain this complex and extremely vivid dream to me?
