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Ideology vs. Evidence

A great speech by former President Bill Clinton at a democratic fundraiser in Seattle, Washington on July 31st, 2006.

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Click here to listen

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(He kind of snuck in a little bit too much of Hillary, but I guess that's a given).

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On a separate note, a federal court struck down President Bush's domestic phone spying (a.k.a. domestic surveyllance, wiretapping, eavesdropping, etc.) program as being an unconstitutional infringement on the rights of free speech and privacy.

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Good news, but still can't take a bottle of water on an airplane.

Observations From a Restroom

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1. Caution!

When you're reading this post, please allow at least an hour before or after having a meal.

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2. Minimum rules and standards.

Just because it's public or at work doesn't free it from having minimum standards.

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3. Not a place for socializing.

The only thing I'd like to have a word with in a restroom is the toilet seat. And when I have it, I don't want to hear others' conversation either. I can tolerate a simple smile with a head nod; maybe accompanied by a hey, hi, or hello, but ..

"Hey Bobby"

"Hey Johnny"

"How's it going?"

"Pretty good. How are ya?"

"I'm alright. D'you get that e-mail Bruce sent?"

etc. etc.

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I don't want to hear that. And for heaven's sake, don't do it while you're urinating.

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4. Try to shake my hand, and I'll kill you.

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5. Brushing Teeth.

Brushing your teeth should only be done in a place where no body can see your teeth nor smell your toothpaste. Don't make it even worse by chit-chatting while you're brushing.

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6. On the issue of urinating.

Though I understand the pleasure that comes with it, when you're urinating, keep your Oooh's and Aaah's to yourself.

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Don't moan, please. I don't want to hear it.

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7. On the issue of farting.

Though I appreciate your courtesy by not stinking up your cubicle, but when you come to the restroom, still keep it silent, will ya?

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8. Take every other cubicle.

When you enter the restroom that has 6 toilet cubicles, and you see me occupying one and the rest are empty, don't use the one right next to mine. The sight of your shoes and lowered pants from underneath the partition is disgusting by itself.

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9. Wash your hands.

Why do Americans only wash their hands after #1, but not after #2?

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10. The bottle.

When you see me taking a bottle of water with me to the toilet, don't stare at me in surprise because if you give it a thought, you'll realize I'm being cleaner than you are.

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That's it.

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Avagoodone.

يــــا ولـــــد

قاعد أمر في أوقات صعبة دراسياً وعملياً وشخصياً ..

ولعدة أيام كنت أعمل على كود كمبيوتر مطلع لي قرون ..

إلى أن اشتغل اليوم ، وبنفس اللحظة اشتغلت هالاغنية في الآي بود ..

ولله الحمد بعد سماعها ..

تولدت لدي رغبة عند الكسرة بالرتم في الأخير بأن ..


ألبس وزار ..

وأعنفص بالصفاة.ـ

May I have a good weekend

Jandeef's Shorelines V

Attempts to sort out my eating habits have been anything but success. Even though I've made great strides by adding lettuce and onion to my ever plain Subway subs, and having an apple more than once a year, it seems like my body is demanding more junk food to counter-act that bit of healthiness.

Actually, I think my eating habits deserve a stand-alone post; more on that later, but I can safely say that I'm probably the junkiest person you'll ever get to meet.

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Besides putting on 5 kilos in the past few months, the reason why I've become health-concious all of a sudden is that there is a nice momentum building up in my stay-fit attitude, and I'm trying to capitalize on it. I've been exercising, swimming, and playing soccer almost daily in the past one and a half months. Prior to that, the last time I moved a muscle was May 2005 playing tennis and squash. Then I hurt my shoulder and that was about it. Add to it the fact that my Asthma doesn't help much. Also, I hadn't played soccer for probably 2 years, so you can imagine the soreness in my muscles and how banged up my knees and ankles are. The best part is that I finally could play continuously for 2 hours without playing goal keeper; in other words, taking a rest.

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Finally; Disturbing news.

One day before his return to Kuwait after his yearly holiday in India, our driver's wife got struck by a car while walking on foot with him. She died from her injuries, leaving him and their 10-year old son behind.

He's been living with us for 15 years now. Hearing the news from mom sent chills through my spine. She described how broken down he sounded on the phone, and that kept him in my mind all day. My deepest condolonces to him and his family. I can't even imagine what's the future going to be like for their son. The poor man still asked my family not to bring someone else, and asked to be given a couple more weeks before returning to Kuwait. Clearly he's more desparate now to provide a living for his son.

Sad. Very, very sad indeed.

Does That Mean Dad Can Sue Me?

A few weeks ago, a man by the name of Allen Heckard has sued Michael Jordan and Nike, and take a wild guess why he sued..

because he looks like Mike!

Only he, Heckard, is 8 years older and 6 inches shorter.

In the suit, he claimed a great deal of physical and emotional damage has been inflicted upon him in the past 15 years for looking like Mike. His friends and family always make fun of him for that; thus, challenging the popular notion that looking like someone like Michael Jordan is a compliment.

Anyway. He's suing Nike because it made MJ the icon he is, and suing MJ because he became .. well .. MJ. For that, he's seeking $800 million (yes, 6 zeros next to the 800) worth of damages.

He dropped the suit yesterday without stating any reasons. Could MJ have paid him hush-hush money? I mean .. he had a good case, did he not?


Please. Do not misjudge the guy. Take a look for yourself.

Poor Allen. Broke my heart :(

Actually, I think MJ has a good case if he counter-sues and says "you have no right to have my copyrighted face."

ترى ما للوليف الا وليفه .. وانت سيد العارفين

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