Don't forget about Anomore (Down with Bad Love)

Hey peeps!
Hope you're rocking out on the dark side.

Just a reminder to send me some shiz for Anomore (Down with Bad Love) when you have a free moment and if you even give a shit. (Anomore is a Facebook Group dissing bad love....)

Go to Facebook and type in 'Anomore (Down with Bad Love)'.

Then share the (bad) love: illustrations, musings, graffiti, thoughts, jokes, whatever.

See you soon!

x
Angelita

We are friends

Dubai and I have a love-hate relationship.
For the moment, we love each other.

Today the silver steel and crane city offers itself to me unreservedly.

Although it is winter.

Perhaps it wants my warmth?

No matter. This season I will share my glow with it; we are good friends after all.

(And what is a good friendship if not a tumultuous and sometimes brutal one?)


We share our stories - drenched in shisha scent (apple and mint) - with mutual friends, who sit bathed in burnt orange light; mannequins of Creek Side.


We bite down on chunks of bread smoothed with butter that boasts a texture even icing sugar would envy.


We watch the cable cars dangle - high above the stretching, reaching, yearning green of Creek Park - like Chinese lanterns celebrating something we don't quite get. (And we all wonder, secretly, what the cable car travellers are thinking; the photos they are taking; the jokes they are telling.)


Fresh pineapple juice burns my throat.


A duck dives down into the water a few feet away; silver head sinking into crushed velvet water the colour of black jaguars in jungles I might never see.

I am the only one (on the entire planet) who saw it go under.

Is that beautiful?

Meaningful?

I believe so.


We shiver.


The cold light of evening creeps along our arms; kisses our cheeks.


I did not bring a cardigan. (Such a funny word: cardigan. I like it.)


Our laughter trickles down my spine like syrup.


I remember that the winter is always good to me here.


It makes me smile; its wicked baby whirlwinds tossing leaves into galaxy shapes.


I love its cooling waters lapping the shore like a thirsty transparent tongue; burnt orange skies, egotistical buildings standing proud on the skyline; fresh fish's cooked flesh like fluffy clouds floating on my plate; quieter sounds that drift lie feathers; silhouettes of birds (we like to think they're bats); loving glance from Aman (sideways and down his nose; a sunbeam through the roof).

 Yes.

Dubai and I are friends.

Today the silver steel and crane city offers itself to me unreservedly.

And I offer it my warmth.

get up stand up

Here's a video of one of my stand up performances. Enjoy!
I am about to eat some butter chicken and dhal now (seriously!) so I will add something else to this blog soon. ;)
Til then, have fun whatever you do!
xxx
Ange

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6dX6C-yjG8

Everyone's invited (for free)!

So, I’ll be performing my stand up act at the Dubomedy International Performing Arts Festival's opening night tonight!

The festival's bringing you four days of shows and workshops, ranging from comedy to theatre, music and more – for free! (Except for the Big Comedy Show on Friday night, which is gonna be rocking and which is so worth paying for!)

Swing by DUCTAC, Mall of the Emirates at 7pm, grab a seat (for free) and check out some styling improvisers, drop-yo-jaw dancers and slap-yo-sides-laughing stand up comics!


Take a peek at the poster (on the left) for more details on where and when and how and why.

See you there!

an ode to stumbleupon.com and other news

It's time for me to just come right out and say it.
www.stumbleupon.com is one of the most underrated websites on the internet. Let me put my opinion of this website across to you gently: It's frikkin awesome, do you hear me?

Instead of spending ALL your time on Facebook and/or Twitter, spend half an hour on www.stumbleupon.com and then paste all the awesome stuff you find onto Facebook and/or Twitter. Smart huh? (And a win win!) (And if you start bitching about how long it takes to register on the stumbler, you're full of poop. Stop telling your friends how wonderful your life is for five minutes and spend two of those minutes getting your registration in order. For the next three minutes, bask in the glory of your geniousness. You'll thank your lucky stars, soon-soon.)

Don't forget you heard it here first. (Sort of.)




Now, onto other news.

Formula One
Aman (my husband) and I watched the Formula One last night. Was a fairly decent race. Nothing AMAZING overall, but entertaining nonetheless. Don't know if you heard, but Jenson Button was almost hijacked in Sao Paulo. (Before the race, not during. Doh.) According to reports, this past Sunday (yesterday) Button was being driven in his armoured car by his plain clothes policeman protector dude (you know, the usual Sunday hangout routine) when five or six armed gunmen sort of "stalked" the car and then started running towards it when the plain clothes policeman got suspicious and began driving through the traffic. (Bashing cars up on the way might I add.) But Button escaped safe and sound and was able to race another day! Thanks plain clothes policeman!

The centre of the galaxy taste of raspberries and smells of rum
Yes. In a bizarre twist, scientists have discovered that the centre of the galaxy might very well taste like raspberries and smell like rum. Yum! Yum! How did they find this out?  Well, the discovery follows years and years of hard slog by astronomers who trained their 30m radio telescope on the enormous ball of dust and gas in the hope of spotting complicated molecules, like amino acids, that are vital for life. Finding these in interstellar space is the million dollar lottery win for astrobiologists, as this might very well raise the possibility of life emerging on other planets after being seeded with the molecules. In this latest observation, astronomers sifted through thousands of signals from Sagittarius B2, a vast dust cloud at the centre of our galaxy and, while although they didn't find evidence for amino acids, they did find a substance called ethyl formate, the chemical responsible for the flavour of raspberries.

Arnaud Belloche, an astronomer at the Max Planck Institute for Radio Astronomy in Bonn, told the Guardian online: "It does happen to give raspberries their flavour, but there are many other molecules that are needed to make space raspberries." Curiously, ethyl formate has another distinguishing characteristic: it also smells of rum. Delish! Now all we need to do is build a time machine and head out there as soon as frikkin possible!

To invisibility and beyond!

According to the BBC's website, scientists in the UK are working on a flexible film that could create something very similar to the invisibility cloak that Harry Potter made famous. The film that the cloak would be made of contains tiny structures that together form a metamaterial, which can, among other tricks, manipulate light to render objects invisible. Nice! Apparently, flexible metamaterials have been made before, but only work for the light of a colour far beyond that which we see.