CheetahhhhhhhBlog Mark III

To add to my no-end-of-trouble entry below.

First, this is a really severe winter in Kabul, the worst I’ve seen since I lived in Minneapolis in the early 1990s. And Minneapolis is pretty snowy and cold. This is the worst I’ve seen since then. About 6 or 7 feet in the mountains I imagine, about maybe 4 to 5 feet in the city which makes a compact baselayer of about a foot of solid snow. And it’s chick-a-lickin cold, and university facilities are apparently unable to make us warmer. This is a point of some irritation and I actually brought it up in one committee, pointing out that I’m freezing my butt off and so is everybody else except maybe the president, and what gives. I put it in more diplomatic terms of course but that was the essence. Seems that facilities are hampered by their budget. I can understand this answer and have basically decided to bite the bullet and endure 3 or 4 more cold weeks. However I am somewhat displeased, and am of the opinion that Kabul is trouble enough already, and a priority should be placed on keeping us warm. I did not express this opinion in committee, even though I think it’s a totally valid point, but I did point out that being cold damages morale, and morale is actually a serious issue here. Sometimes we’re too cold to do anything except lay in bed. Very irritating. Tbe bright side is I think we’re over the really bad part of winter. I just have a feeling, having grown up in the snowy north, I can sense it in my bones or something. Think we just rode over the hump.

In addition I am teaching an extra section to make extra money, and so I’m teaching quite a bit, which is mildly irritating, though I have this racket down pretty solid, and also I have an assistant who I give everything to except correcting essays. So while I’m teaching a lot, I manage to keep my energy and activity level manageable. If my assistant is reading this you should come to my office tomorrow, I need you to correct some quizzes and make photocopies. A bit busier than normal though.

We’ve had no end of trouble since returning to kabul. the big problem is the cold. It’s a really fierce winter, with tons of snow and extremely cold temperatures. Unfortunately the houses here aren’t insulated and so it’s very difficult to be warm. Being cold saps all your energy and leaves you lethargic. Me, personally, I find myself thinking about tropical beaches such as Boracay and Ko Samet. I would give a hundred bucks to anybody who will take me immediately to the Blue Mango on Bora.

Tristan is starting talking a lot. His favorite toy is his shapes from grandpa. He’s a good boy though he’s a bit of a rascal.Stating to yap all day long. His baby accent is a bit thick however and you have to strain a bit to understand him.

The good thing about this fearsome winter is that classes are getting cancelled or ending early, because transportation is a real problem for students in this weather. There is a bit of a lack of good roads here among other things.

We’re back in Kabul after a month’s vacation. Haven’t blogged since we got on the plane in Dec. The thing is, when I go on vacation, I go on vacation. Switch goes off.

Kabul has a foot of snow and sub-arctic temps. Problem is staying warm in the house. For some reason the houses here aren’t insulated and we just have space heaters. It’s really enough to make you a little crazy. The good thing though is that the fighting has ground to a halt. Usually you see NATO helos flying over the mountains surrounding Kabul off on some op. You see and hear them all day long. With the big freeze going on, everything is quiet.

Massive jet lag has turned me into a morning person for the first time in… well, decades… and surprisingly enough I like it. I also don’t use ambien any more which is good. Cure for ambien is to fly into reverse time, ie fly east.

Vanessa the tropical girl walks around the house all day long in legwarmers and a parka. She complains she hates winter. I tell her she better learn to like it because February is coming.

Rest in peace to Mara S., my high school classmate. Only the good die young. Very sad and shocking.

I am only scheduled for one class next semester. This will probably change but I’m keeping my fingers crossed, I might get lucky…

I’ve flown Gulf Air a few times and unless you’re in 1st class, an airline is an airline these days. However I will tell you why Gulf Air really sucks. They cancelled our Kabul flight 12 hours before we were going to go. We’ve spent a total of about 4 hours, literally, on the phone getting rebooked. It’s absolutely infuriating. Anyway we leave 17th, arrive in Chicago 18th. This is cutting it really close with Vanessa’s visa, which expires the 18th. However you can tell I’m a derivatives trader because I hedge everything. I hedged the 18th by 3 days, originally booking on the 15th. Aside from the irritation about wasting 4 hours of my life on the phone rebooking, we also have no food in the house, which is a problem in Kabul where you can’t just walk to the corner store.

I enjoy Swackett, which is a Mac and iPad app. Might be on Windows but I don’t use Windows any more. Apparently the hottest place on earth is in Mozambique with 121F, and the other end is Siberia with -51F. Here in Kabul, Swackett advises a turtleneck sweater, jeans, and sunglasses. This is actually good advice except for the sunglasses. Swackett is obviously unaware that the Afghanis burn wood to keep warm and there is a smoggy haze which will last until it gets warm again, because we’re in a valley between mountains. Indeed the air quality here in winter is really terrible, and is one of my rationalizations for smoking, because with all the smoke in the air, I might as well at least be enjoying myself.

Despite the fact that we have several boxes of clothes waiting for us in the US at my sister’s house, Van appears to have packed the entire house.

The city does not produce enough electricity in our neighborhood to actually have the heaters produce heat. We have a generator and I may end up telling the guards to just run it continuously this winter. This would irritate the finance department and my ears, because the generator is loud.

I am finished with exams and will spend the day in my office calculating and posting grades. The sole exception is 3 jackasses who did not have their presentations ready. I am teaching “Academic Connections” which is basically public speaking and I am not entirely sure why I’m being a nice guy with these 3, but they have 430-5PM to come to my office.

Bug is off to his last day of school, and Van is busy packing. I have been exhausted and crabby, because I’m working my ass off, what with exam week etc, plus my various committees and the university senate, plus the necessity of attending provost meetings because we all want the provost to like us (and actually I like her, the only point is it is consuming my time), plus I am suffering from a very nasty cold just like everybody else in the department, plus I have small children who need attention, plus I have a business to run. All this boils down to me being exhausted and crabby. Yesterday at 8PM I came home from the office and just collapsed into bed.

The bright side is vacation starts in about 6 hours.

It’s my birthday. 42. Good lord.

It’s 12:49PM Kabul time. That means 4 days and 6 hours before we board Gulf Air bound for Manama-Paris-Chicago. In this time I have to give and correct 4 exams and put in grades. Going to be a bit of a b*tch but I can do it.

After Bug is done with school today, we’re going to go to Chicken Street to buy Christmas presents for people. The family Stateside is getting Afghan handicrafts. Then we’re going to Boccacio, the nicest restaurant in town which also doubles as a Ukrainian whorehouse (biggest open secret in Kabul) for my birthday dinner.

My balcony looks out onto the Hindu Kush, which are the foothills of the Himalayas. It’s a very clear, bright day and the upper ranges rising up past Kabul already have snow on their peaks.

One week to go and we’re off. Gulf Air has been making some problems with our return itinerary but I’m not going to worry about that. I booked through Expedia and have always found Expedia to be good at sorting things out, which is why I use them. We’re very excited. Bug is talking about going to America a lot. Counting the days.

Next week is exam week and I am going to have to really scramble to get grades in. I can do it, but I think I will be spending long hours in the office. I am also going to make my assistant work. He’s probably got the best assistant job on campus, I just have him make photocopies and correct the occasional quiz and get me cigarettes. I’m sure he loves me. This week the boy is going to put some work in though.

Today is St Nick’s Day, and the kids were delighted to find candy in their shoes. They are busy gorging themselves on candy for breakfast. I believe this is a Polish tradition. We’re a rather international family.

It’s also the Muslim holiday of Ashera and so no work today. Ashera is a Shia festival and you never saw it in Dubai or Saudi. Apparently some prominent Shia cleric was killed on this day. The holiday is kind of fun because everybody puts up flags everywhere. There are flags all over town, mostly black, but different colors too. People have been driving around with big flags on their cars too. Makes the whole thing festive although it’s actually a day of mourning.

2 more teaching days, then next week exams, then GO. 10 days and counting.

I had to let it happen; I had to change. Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel, looking out of the window, staying out of the sun. So I chose freedom, running around trying everything new, but nothing impressed me at all; I never expected it to. Don’t cry for me, Madison. The truth is I never left you. All through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise, don’t keep your distance. And as for fortune, as for fame, I never invited them in, though it seemed to the world they were all I desired. They are illusions; they are not the solutions they promise to be. The answer was here all the time. I love you and hope you love me. Don’t cry for me, Madison. The truth is I never left you…

My blogging activity is inversely proportional to the about of business I am dealing with in the real world. I’m very busy right now.

Real quick…

12 more teaching days, then exams, then GO. Chicago here we come.

Was accepted for an MBA at the University of Cumbria in England and AUAF is funding half the tuition. Start in Jan. Will have to spend a summer in Cumbria in northern England, which should be fun. Will be a bit of a drain on money, time, and my intellectual ability to take on tasks, but I will worry about this all later.

This is combined with me agreeing to do overtime next semester for more $$… so next semester is going to be a real bitch I think, excuse my French.

Tristan is starting to make real strides with talking.

Anyway it’s 447PM Kabul time and that means I have 3 minutes to walk across campus to my class, so cheers mates.