Round Two

Its been a year now since I began this blog and like most bloggers, I definitely fell off of the horse here and there due to time constraints and so on. I can't make any promises as to how this may go in the future -- less bumpy, more mallowy, etc. -- but I plan to keep writing about what appeals to me. At the least this means that you won't find things that aren't interesting to me here. But is that enough to occupy you? Hmm . . .

Imagining a "Planet of Slums"

The London Review of Books sez: "If there are countries in the South where more people live in slums than live in cities proper, and if by 2020 half of the world’s urban population will exist in poverty, then the slum deserves more attention than it’s getting from planners, sociologists, environmentalists, epidemiologists and demographers."

And so the last few months I've spent a lot of time thinking about Mike Davis' book Planet of Slums. Its got a little bit of something for about everyone, especially apocalyptic types. Though I don't often find myself among their numbers, the book really poked at my imagination. I have some quibbles with it, but the overall thrust is a fresh and urgent view on the future of the developing world's cities and their inhabitants. Since Cairo is one of the many cities Davis cites, its helped me to reposition my own interests in human rights and to consider tentative ideas about a thesis.

An interview with Mike Davis from ZMagazine. And UN-HABITAT is on a parallel track with some of Mike Davis' concerns.

Spring Break in Ethiopia

It was that rarest of spring vacations: no MTV cameras and no BBQs on the beach, as Ethiopia is landlocked. My friends Aidan and Dalia and I took ten days in Ethiopia; we flew from Cairo into Addis Ababa, the capital city of Ethiopia, and from there bussed to Bahir Dar, a regional capital next to Lake Tana, where the Blue Nile begins. We took a day trip to Awra Amba, an atheist weaving cooperative in rural north-central Ethiopia. Then we came back to Addis and flew back to Cairo. Politesse and poor lighting in music-rich bars meant that I wasn't able to come away with all the photos I wanted on this trip. But what's below is partly from Dalia's collection as well, so thanks, Dalia.

Westerners spending a few days in any part of the country would very quickly lose any expectations of a dry, arid place where drought might be common. We saw a rather green country with lots of lakes and rivers. According to Robert D. Kaplan's book on the Cold War in this region, Surrender or Starve, it took the Western media years to reverse initial incorrect reports that Ethiopians were dying by drought during the 1970s and 1980s. Kaplan writes that famines were actually created by the Derg (or "committee" which ruled the nation after Selassie), to harm targeted sections of the country's population to the point of forcibly displacing farmers at harvest time. In our travels, we saw some evidence of the civil war in the form of the occasional defunct tank, long abandoned, and never cleared from its position near a country road. Today, the Meles Zenawi government may again be trying to trigger a famine in the Ogaden region, according to CNN and other sources. The government continues to enjoy significant support from the United States, despite numerous human rights problems and various tensions in different regions of the country. A short article on recent fighting in Ogaden was printed in the Guardian.

Addis Ababa is the home of the African Union and was home to its predecessor, the Organization of African Unity, beginning in 1963. Today the city is possibly as large as 1.5 Million people, and as ever, is stable, hilly, rather pretty, and full of interesting restaurants, bars, markets and other sites. Addis is large but manageable for the layperson because it is walkable throughout and relatively quiet in the downtown areas. Travel books we read warned us of pickpockets and con men, but we fortunately encountered none of this, just very kind people (and the occasional "tourguide"). Many tourists come as Ethiopia is known as a birdwatching paradise with good national parks, and its wonderful food is very popular, as exemplified by this adjective-laden tourism article from the New York Times.

Despite the discouraging political situation in Ethiopia, we had a wonderful trip, learned a lot, ate very well, and met interesting people. The trip made a big impression on me and I hope to return some day.


Perhaps 80% of Ethiopians live in rural areas and small towns, which is strikingly rural in comparison to most African countries. Here's a glimpse of a small village we drove through not far from the Blue Nile Gorge.


I took this picture of the moon going down when the sun came up from our window at Addis Ababa's wonderful Itegue Taitu Hotel.



Dalia and I dressed to blend in with the law department building of Addis Ababa University (note the Lion of Judah).


A juice bar window made the difference between chiarascuro and just a mediocre picture of Aidan. The juice bar was on this rather typical street in Bahir Dar.



These pictures are from Awra Amba, an atheist farming and weaving cooperative in central Ethiopia between Bahir Dar and Woldiya. Note the bicycle wheel wool spinners.


While staying in Bahir Dar, we took a day to cross Lake Tana by boat and visit this church. The priest pictured here showed us illustrated scriptures on goat skin, written in Ge'ez, a language now only used by the Ethiopian Orthodox Church.



The Blue Nile, 300 kilometers into its 2,750 kilometers to Cairo.

Food & Drinks in Ethiopia

I finally, finally, finally got a chance to update the blog and so as to remain somewhat chronological, I begin here with some reflections on my trip this spring to Ethiopia. Here are some notes on Ethiopian gastronomie without any real method of organization other than the photo-caption-photo-caption kind.


My friends Dalia and Aidan are sitting here at the friendly Itegue Taitu Hotel in the Piazza district of Addis Ababa. This city of 4.5 million or so is the capital of Ethiopia, and Piazza is kind of its uptown. This little patio is a terrific place to start the day with really good coffee and oatmeal. The hotel features posted prices, BBC on satellite, and a phone for customers that is dialed out by a switchboard operator on the hotel staff.


Delicious machiattos and donuts at the Tomoco Coffeeshop, also in the Piazza region of Addis. A kilo of freshly roasted beans (Ethiopian) would cost you less than $5 here. The place was apparently founded by Italians in the 1930's.


This is a photo of macchiato in a brown mug on a white tablecloth with blue stripes on it.


I don't remember what this coffee drink was called but it featured condensed milk or something like it.


This is spriss, from a small juice bar in Bahir Dar. The top 1/3 is a mix of banana puree and lime juice, and the bottom 2/3 is avacado puree. Totally fresh, brilliant, healthy, awesome. Also comes in squash and orange.


My apologies to this German girl whose name I forgot. I selected this photo because she kind of snaps the Ras Dashen beer into the territory of 70's magazine advertising. This was at the Ghion Hotel in Bahir Dar, on the bank of Lake Tana, the headwaters of the Blue Nile. Ras Dashen beer is a welcome and robust counterpoint to any spicy Ethiopian dish. Cheap by Egyptian standards, it is far better than Egypt's Stella, and features a pleasing label around a classic brown bottle. There is basically no reason to drink imported beer in Ethiopia.


While walking around and checking out some churches in Entoto Hills, north of Addis Ababa, we took a break at a wonderfully restful little dining room that was kind of an extension of a small bar. The owner of the place was kind enough to bring us some tasty wat with huge chunks of homemade western-style bread as well as some beer. This is St. George's, which is simply awesome. Its label matches the matches label. It started raining quite hard after we took this photo but we decided to leave anyway and got soaked on our way back to the bus station. Delicious rainy day food and drink, but no photos of the wat.


This was taken in the aptly titled Addis Ababa Restaurant. There are a variety of little gravy-like dishes here, many of them vegetarian, but some from lamb or beef, laid out on injera. That's like a floppy pancake made out of something called tef flour. I think Ethiopian cuisine is simply awesome, its very healthy and filling, and its great for cheapskates who eat in a group. Some of my friends occasionally hire Ethiopians living in Cairo to cook and I need to look into this.


Tej, or honey wine, brewed by the aforementioned Addis Ababa Restaurant. Usually you get tej in a place called a beat, but this is a rare exception. I can't really describe the taste, a bit . . . waxy?

Imagistic Homesickness

Over the last few weeks I have begun getting a little inkling of what it will be like to be home this summer for a while. It does not exactly feel like homesickness but it has that form. It consists just of images:

visiting friends at their apartments
green plants in parks with lakes
miracle whip
guacamole
fried tofu
iced tea
thunderstorms
sailing
lemoncello and wine in the back yard
lighter fluid smell from the neighbor's grill
baseball on the radio
college radio
the public library
news hour
street fairs
driving
bicycling and drinking out of my water bottle
internet at home
drinking beer at concerts
free thursday nights at the walker art center
monday movies at loring park
listening to tapes in the car
talking with mom and dad about politics
mowing the lawn
ice cream from grand old creamery
the errand trifecta: groceries, post office, library

Miscellaneous Photos

Here are several photos I have been unsure of where to post so I'll put them all together.


These are the grounds of Ben Ezra Synagogue, rebuilt at the site of an earlier synagogue. This is one of many ancient churches and synagogues in the neighborhood of Coptic Cairo. Around this corner and to the left is where Moses as a baby is said to have been found in the reeds.


The strange and wonderful Sinai town of Nuweiba at dusk.


This grocery store near my apartment in Cairo was one of many that redecorated to sell treats in advance of Moulid (Muhammad's birthday).


My parents visited in January. This is my favorite picture from then. We were in the back of a 4 x 4 driving through a bumpy patch in the Black Desert in central Egypt.



Beautiful people wearing beautiful hats helped me to celebrate my birthday. Here are just a few of them.

"I See What You're Doing There"

Brogan and Sherief, pictured above, are the originators of this banal, yet entrancing gambit. And I think it's fair to say I'm its chronicler. We've been hashing out the details here at parties, workshopping it among the AUC expat community, and are now ready to unveil it to the interweb community.

1. Someone does something slyly referential and possibly edgy or self-deprecating, likely taking the form of a joke at a party.

2. To enhance a spirit of playfulness, you address them with the following speech acts:

A. "i see what you're doing there"
(sometimes alt. "i don't see what you're doing there,")

B. "i understand it"
(often alt. "i don't really understand it")

C. ". . . and i like it."
(often alt. ". . . but i don't really like it.")

Glasses are knocked against each other and teeth are revealed. . .

3. The other parlor game participant can respond IN THE SAME WAY in which you referred to them. Specifically, Did THEY see what YOU were doing? Did THEY understand IT and did THEY like what YOU did?

TIP: Deviating from the form stated here robs the tradition of a certain weightiness and comedic timing but you can do two of the three for the sake of variety, or change the wording, so long as you keep each unit of meaning in order.

Now you're ready - Make it your own!

Mugabe continues attacks on MDC

The ruling ZANU-PF party's Robert Mugabe has been President of Zimbabwe since the first post-independence election in 1980. Here are a few links on the recent detentions and tortures of members of the MDC, Zimbabwe's major opposition party.

Sokwanele/Zvakwana features a good slideshow recap of media reports. There are some rather graphic images of people who have been beaten by police, but this is a really good capsule on the recent spate of beatings. Things like this make the internet valuable - highly recommended.

The BBC offers this roundup of blog opinion from Zimbabwe.

This background article on Zimbabwe's prospects for political change from the Globe and Mail is more realistic than the chirpy and somewhat ill-informed backgrounder from CBS News. If a transition of power was simply based on the public's recognition of growing problems in Zimbabwe, there might have been a change of power in Zimbabwe some 15 or 20 years ago, before hyperinflation, before shortages in food, oil, and concrete, before massive refugee flows, and government-sponsored demolition of housing, and so many cases of rape and torture of citizens.

Here are some better background articles from the Guardian on Zimbabwe's political crisis.

People like Mugabe rule with the correct calculation that - at best - people outside of Zimbabwe are simply not paying attention - and at worst - that people outside of Zimbabwe operate on the assumption that Africans are unable to govern themselves and that whatever happens in one Southern African nation will have a negligible impact elsewhere. I am doing a paper this term on Zimbabwean refugees and I hope to post more on the subject soon.

The Law Students Association

Some of LSA's high board in the P. R. glitz of Club Week.

Finally - my first posting in weeks. One reason for this lag has been that I'm a bit busy right now as President of something called the Law Students Association. We host lectures and films and we are a vehicle for student concerns, and hope to link current students with internships and other opportunities. Its been very satisfying so far to hang out with students and faculty and learn more about the future of our department, but it is currently consuming about 20% of my free time with emails and meetings and so forth.

We recently helped the department host a lecture and discussion with Aaron Page, on the plaintiffs' team of the Aguinda v. ChevronTexaco case. An NGO partner of the plantiff's team maintains an interesting website on their case. Among other charges, the plantiffs, indigenous people in Ecuador, claim that toxic waste from Texaco's oil explorations has given them cancer and prevented their access to clean water. (I'll let you guess which side of the case has deeper pockets.)

Finally, here's the webpage for a group some of us are volunteering for currently, the Sudanese Community Development Project. They operate a small school that I visited recently. As many Sudanese people live here in Egypt without the refugee status that would allow them to attend public school, places like this are their best option for learning in a structured environment. Unfortunately I don't have much time to help just now but they have a very good thing going.

Last but not least, there's even a modest LSA webpage on the Law Department website now. We are proud of this little technocratic miracle. More "content" to come there so stay tuned . . .

Extraordinary Rendition on trial

Here's a brief article on the Italian case questioning the "extraordinary rendition" policy of the Bush administration. It is alleged here that Egypt is one of the countries in which detainees taken in the War on Terror have been secretly tortured, and the court is holding CIA personnel responsible.

The "Arab Street" - Home of the Hummer?

My friend Bill just told me about this video clip taken by some US soldiers driving a Hummer in Iraq. It offers some insights into the so-called "Arab street" we don't see on prime time news in the States.

"Bold, distinctive and uncompromising," we are told by Hummer, "the H3x forces a double-take, wherever you're headed."

Christmas and New Year's in Malta

Moored boats in Bormla, Malta.

A Christmas Eve procession in Paola, Malta.

A long walkway between homes finally came to an end here in Rabat, Malta.

Elaine at a portside boat house, Marsalforn, Gozo.

Me standing next to salt pans in Marsalforn, Gozo.

A quiet street in Valleta, the walled capital of Malta.

Between Christmas and early January, I visited the Mediterranean nation of Malta with my friend Elaine. We travelled through the larger islands of Malta and Gozo, but we bypassed Comino, the small one. From an informal survey I conducted, it seems that most people I know are familiar with Malta, or at least the word Malta, from the film The Maltese Falcon. The film's okay but its landscapes and set pieces can't hold a candle to Malta itself, which is in color. Imagine using telephones, opening and closing doors, and accusing business associates of wrongdoing in color, instead of black and white.

It gets better: Malta has a pretty extraordinary cultural and political history, with some human-made structures dated at 7,000 years old. Numerous civilizations each left their mark with temples or crypts or cathedrals or military bases or industrialization or something of the kind. Arabs conquered the islands in the eighth century and left behind the basis for what is now the language of Malti/Maltese. Over time on top of its semitic root is a lot of Italian influence among some other European languages that have come into play. People speak Malti with an Italian cadence to my ears, and that's not surprising, as Malta is near Sardinia. Lots of Maltese people speak English as well, since the most recent occupiers of Malta were the English, who threw in the colonial towel there in 1964. An interesting aspect of recent Maltese international relations is its "refoulement" of Eritrean asylum seekers back to Eritrea. This has led to human rights criticism from by Amnesty International, among other organizations.

Well, we discovered that visiting Malta in the off season when the resorts and many shops are closed, is a wonderful and relatively cheap way to see Malta. The busses run well and are very affordable with service to most parts of Malta and Gozo. I suggest staying at the eccentric and well-maintained Asti Guesthouse in Valleta, which is about as close as you can get to a hostel. Malta is in the EU but for now they still use the Maltese Lira. There are some nice links on Malta here.

A bus terminal outside the city walls, Valetta, Malta.

Haiku for Microbus Drivers

I am going to go out on a limb and presume that the haiku has essentially no currency here in Egypt. Nevertheless, I rationalize the lack of posts over the last month by providing this little poem to the microbus drivers of Cairo. Please note that a midan (pronounced "mee-dahn") is a square, or a large intersection. Not all haikus are 7-5-7, I admit most are 5-7-5. (I was recently told I had an "inverted" haiku.)



Pressing now into the fray
your crumpled cash hand
sorts traffic at the midan




Happy 2007 to all on the Roman calendar!