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Victory

Photo of the week/month/year - from the We Oppose Emergency Rule in Pakistan group on Facebook. When I first saw it, I thought he was being carried along in the protest, then I realised that the carriers are cops, and that he is getting dragged away. Victoriously. I love that the only comment on this photo's facebook page is "I salute you old man". Beautiful. In other comment threads they are calling him Baba-E-Democracy (the father of democracy). He is more powerful than all of us combined, and in my imaginary universe, seconds after this photo was taken he floors all the policemen with a flying roundhouse-dragon-kick to the head(s).

The Genius of John Howard

Can't stand the guy and what his party has stood for in the last ten years, but he is a brilliant politician. In his last message to the country before election day, he appeals to the risk-averse voters, that enormous swath of Australia who are indebted up to the eyeballs with cheap mortgages and enjoying the fruits of one of the world's best performing economies. People in Australia have gotten seriously rich, and seriously in debt, in the last five years. His key message: Why risk change when everything is so good? It is a fundamentally tame, unexciting vision, and I hope he loses. But I get the sinking feeling this kind of talk is exactly what a huge chunk of Australians want to hear:
"Australia will not be the same if the nation elects a Labor-union government.

We must all be mindful that there are some dark economic clouds on the horizon with the credit squeeze and a possible downturn in the US economy. For Australia, this global uncertainty will require extremely careful economic management. Otherwise, inflation will rise and this could mean interest rates rise too.

Only a Coalition Government can successfully navigate our $1.1 trillion economy through these uncertain times. One wrong move by inexperienced amateurs could lead to an inflation breakout and inevitably a significant lift in interest rates. This would directly affect every Australian household."
It will be an interesting day on Sunday...

Nail in the Coffin...

The Australian election happens this Sunday, and the currently Liberal coalition government, in power since 1996, is pretty much certain to lose. The finishing move for John Howard might have come in the form of this dirty little piece of anti-Islamic fearmongering:
"PRIME Minister John Howard's re-election campaign has been dealt a devastating blow two days before polling day by a hoax pamphlet distributed by Liberals in a marginal Sydney electorate...

...the address was overshadowed by the pamphlet, dreamt up over a few beers by the husbands of outgoing Liberal MP Jackie Kelly and the woman who wants to replace her, Liberal candidate Karen Chijoff.

Gary Clark and Greg Chijoff designed and distributed the flyer, which purports to be from the fictional Islamic Australia Federation and says the ALP wants the Bali bombers forgiven and backs construction of a mosque in western Sydney."

It's actually much worse than the fairly pro-government Australian newspaper makes it sound - check out a PDF of the flyer here. It is deliberately written in bad English (because we know those damn Muslims can't spell), features a crescent-moon flag overshadowing a much smaller Australian flag (because we know where their true loyalties lie) and claims to be from the Islamic Australia Federation, who want to show "christian Australians the glorious path to Islam".

This one seems to be getting little defense from anyone - even Andrew Bolt, whose political orientation is slightly to the right of Ghengis Khan, is panning them for it - although not without some weasel words about "faint elements of truth" that are "legitimate" election issues. But there really is no defense for this kind of craziness, and as far as I can see, noone is offering one.

It's fun watching the death throes of a dying government - and hopefully a dying ideology - but scary that these people, presumably political professionals, believed that associating their opponents with Muslims was the best way to win votes. I hope they were wrong.

I'm going to Dollywood

A really fun article in The Economist about Dollywood, and what it says about the culture of the American South:
"NO ONE goes hungry at Dollywood. The cake stands at Dolly Parton's theme park in Tennessee sell slices of apple pie that weigh three pounds each, and that's before you bury them in ice cream. The mixed appetisers at the best restaurant consist of a heap of battered and deep-fried cauliflower florets, a mound of deep-fried cheese sticks and a pile of potatoes slathered in melted cheese. The next course might be a vast platter of southern-fried chicken. Only a real man still has room for apple pie after such a feast, but there are plenty of real men at Dollywood. And real women, too. [....]

...the folks at Dollywood like to celebrate their own folk culture and music. Parts of the park looks like a 19th-century Appalachian town. You can watch real artisans blowing glass, making lye soap and carving chairs the old-fashioned way. Some have developed a country sales banter. “No cameras,” says Tom, who makes wooden wagons. “The law in Mississippi's still looking for me.”

Indigenous music is everywhere. In one corner is the Smoky Mountain String Band—three guys in blue dungarees with a banjo, fiddle and upright bass. In another is a bluegrass band called Naomi and the Wood Brothers. In Europe, exhibitions of traditional music and crafts tend to be subsidised and unpopular. At Dollywood, they are neither."

It's rare to read anything about the South that isn't outright condescending, so a sympathetic take on such a truly unique culture is quite refreshing....

Monthly self-promotion hour

It's been a quiet month for the blog, so if you've been scratching your eyeballs out just shivering with withdrawal symptoms, feast yourself on my stories in this month's Business Today Egypt:

Fully Furnished - Inside the fast-growing, export-friendly Egyptian furniture industry. As Malcolm Gladwell says, certain stories have a high "degree of difficulty" when it comes to making boring topics interesting. Did I manage to make furniture interesting? You decide.

Power Corrupts - An editorial on the culture of corruption. I had a lot of fun writing this one.

Is That a Phone in Your Pocket, Or... - A side-by-side comparison of the four best new smartphones on the market. Yes, the iPhone wins hands down, although the competition was more impressive than expected...

We use culinary science to form an alliance more powerful than NATO

When Farzina and I team up for a tag-team kitchen dominance, it's a meal to behold. The menu tonight:

Roasted Sea Bass with Sambal Olek
: Farzina's sambal was fiery and furious, and gave the fish an awesome zing. Roasted whole fish and blazing chilli just belong together.

Pho Ga: Inspired by Jesse's post on the nomadlife food blog. The gorgeous fragrance of the coriander and mint steaming up from the soup defined this one for me. Got me psyched for the furious noddle soup eating I'll be doing in four weeks time...

Sago Gula Melaka
: Farzina had a packet of tapioca pearls shipped over from London in the suitcase of a man named Moses purely so we could enjoy this dish. Enough said. This trippy Malaysian dessert finished things off authoritatively.

Full-frontal Cairo Burger Steel Cage Deathmatch

Lets get ready to rumble! In the left corner we have Time magazine's Cairo Bureau Chief, Scott MacLeod, declaring that Cairo's (and maybe the world's) finest hamburger can be found at Lucilles in Maadi.

In the right corner, the young upstart Jonathan Spollen, writer for the Daily News Egypt (and Egypt Today alumni) is declaring Zamalek's Crave to be the surprise winner of his comprehensive search for the finest burger in the city, with Lucilles relegated to second place.

They report, we decide! Lucilles makes a solid burger, no doubt, but Jonathan's raving support for Crave (apparently, their offering "demonstrated the flair and imagination of an extraordinary hamburger") makes me think twice.

Perhaps only I have the distanced objectivity to settle what could become a dangerous fault-line within the journalism community here. Crave is about 500 meters from my house, but always gets looked over for the more commoner-friendly Eurodeli next door. May the finest burger win.

When craziness collides

One of the best things about fundamentally terrible ideologies is that self-destruction is for some reason central to their DNA - from Napoleon to Stalin, from colonialism to fascism to communism to fundamentalism, the tendency to burn out under the weight of your own craziness seems to be found everywhere that bad ideas call home.

It's nice to get real-world confirmation of this inescapable truth every now and then, so it was cool reading this story about the collapse of the far-right bloc in the European Parliament. Far-right is a bit of an understatement - these guys are so far to the right that they'd probably beat up Hitler for his suspiciously ethnic-looking brown eyes and moustache:
"The European parliament's far-right bloc faces collapse after Romanian MEPs said they would quit over an Italian colleague's "xenophobic" remarks.

Italian MEP Alessandra Mussolini, the grand-daughter of fascist dictator Benito Mussolini, reportedly described Romanians as "habitual law-breakers".....

The newspaper also quoted Ms Mussolini as saying Italians saw little difference between Romanian immigrants and Roma (Gypsies).

The Greater Romania party has itself campaigned on a fiercely nationalistic, anti-Roma platform." (BBC)

Heh. Possibly the only time that racism can be fun is when a Romanian racist who hates the filthy Gypsies gets railed on by an Italian facist colleague who hates the filthy Romanians. In theory, therefore, wouldn't putting all the crazy right-wing nationalist leaders in the world together in the same room put an end to crazy right-wing nationalism?

The future over there

I love this piece on Japan by William Gibson, mostly because I know basically nothing about the place myself. But loving insight is instantly recognizable, and this lucid, fun, sprawling piece strolls effortlessly from A-bombs to Robotic Sushi to Japanese slackers in Vancouver in a way that only something written by an outsider truly engaged with a very, very foreign culture can. I hope that one day I'll be able to write about my adopted corner of the world even 1% as well...

"The techno-cultural suppleness that gives us Mobile Girls today, is the result of a traumatic and ongoing temporal dislocation that began when the Japanese, emerging in the 1860s from a very long period of deep cultural isolation, sent a posse of bright young noblemen off to England. These young men returned bearing word of an alien technological culture they must have found as marvellous, as disconcerting, as we might find the products of reverse-engineered Roswell space junk. These Modern Boys, as the techno-cult they spawned came popularly to be known, somehow induced the nation of Japan to swallow whole the entirety of the Industrial Revolution. The resulting spasms were violent, painful, and probably inconceivably disorienting. The Japanese bought the entire train-set: clock-time, steam railroads, electric telegraphy, Western medical advances. Set it all up and yanked the lever to full on. Went mad. Hallucinated. Babbled wildly. Ran in circles. Were destroyed. Were reborn.

Were reborn, in fact, as the first industrialised nation in Asia. Which got them, not too many decades later, into empire-building expansionist mode, which eventually got them two of their larger cities vaporised, blown away by an enemy wielding a technology that might as well have come from a distant galaxy.

And then that enemy, their conquerors, the Americans, turned up in person, smilingly intent on an astonishingly ambitious programme of cultural re-engineering. The Americans, bent on restructuring the national psyche from the roots up, inadvertently plunged the Japanese several clicks further along the time line. And then left, their grand project hanging fire, and went off to fight Communism instead.

The result of this stupendous triple-whammy (catastrophic industrialisation, the war, the American occupation) is the Japan that delights, disturbs and fascinates us today: a mirror world, an alien planet we can actually do business with, a future."

Read the whole thing.

Where's my Goddess?

I'd settle for a Princess, but the Egyptian ones are way out of my league....

"BANGALORE, India (AP) - An extensive operation on a 2-year-old girl born with four arms and four legs went ``wonderfully well'' doctors said Wednesday as they announced that she was safe and stable after more than 24 hours of surgery...

The girl, named Lakshmi, had been revered by some in her village as the reincarnation of a Hindu goddess....

Children born with deformities in deeply traditional rural parts of India, like the remote village in the northern state of Bihar that Lakshmi hails from, are often viewed as reincarnated gods. The young girl is no different - she is named after the four-armed Hindu goddess of wealth.

'Everybody considers her a goddess at our village,' said her father, Shambhu." (the Guardian)
I'm guessing that if you have to pick anywhere in the developing world, a place that worships a four-armed goddess is a pretty lucky place to be born female and four-armed....

(In)Justice in Egypt

Forging signatures to register a political party that wins 7% of the vote in a presidential election? 5 Years.

Being a naive young asshole who writes an incredibly offensive blog? 4 years.

Raping an innocent detainee in the ass with a broomstick for fun? 3 Years.

Understanding the moral compass of the Egyptian justice system? Priceless......