<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:06:53.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve, Ella &amp; Morgan's Desert Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of updates, photos, and random thoughts from Steve, Ella &amp;amp; Morgan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-5352867504851328737</id><published>2010-03-20T03:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T03:52:05.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can take the boy out of the desert . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the most interesting things to us that we've noticed recently in this part of the world is how attached many Arabs are to their nomadic roots.  During our trip to Jordan--from which I hope to get pictures posted soon--we saw many people living as their ancestors did for centuries, or even millennia.  OK, most of the tents had a pickup truck or SUV parked outside, and I imagine that many of the tent-dwellers have mobile phones, but otherwise life for many of these people hasn't changed much.  Here is a Bedouin tent we saw in the desert at Wadi Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S6R76nc9l0I/AAAAAAAAALU/oCEjXrV9msM/s1600-h/Bedouin+tent+in+Wadi+Rum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S6R76nc9l0I/AAAAAAAAALU/oCEjXrV9msM/s320/Bedouin+tent+in+Wadi+Rum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450617695978231618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here in Qatar, the locals are wealthy enough that I don't think there are many people (if any) left who live in tents.  However, they still have a very strong attachment to outdoor living--on the weekends, the Qataris clog the roads in their Land Cruisers to head out to their desert campsites.  Admittedly, the tents these days have luxuries the Qataris' ancestors wouldn't have dreamed of, such as diesel generators powering everything from window A/C units to TV sets, not to mention porta-potties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have found the most amusing is the prevalence of tents in town right next to houses.  That way the local men (sorry, but I'm guessing this is a guy thing) can hang out in the house for a nice meal prepared by the hired help, and then retire to the tent for an evening of shisha and coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S6R-DyMiiNI/AAAAAAAAALc/z5eJrGho7-4/s1600-h/Qatar+tent+no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S6R-DyMiiNI/AAAAAAAAALc/z5eJrGho7-4/s320/Qatar+tent+no.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450620052504217810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-5352867504851328737?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/5352867504851328737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=5352867504851328737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/5352867504851328737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/5352867504851328737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-can-take-boy-out-of-desert.html' title='You can take the boy out of the desert . . .'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S6R76nc9l0I/AAAAAAAAALU/oCEjXrV9msM/s72-c/Bedouin+tent+in+Wadi+Rum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-1362949032764702120</id><published>2010-03-11T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:56:10.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party on, Wayne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Living in a country where most commerce happens in English, but where native English speakers make up a tiny fraction of the population, linguistic mishaps are bound to happen.  Sometimes they just make you laugh and scratch your head, like the store whose sign says "Al Istliqal for Chicken Sell."  Often, though, there's a double entendre that would be lost on non-native English speakers, and sometimes even those require knowledge of a specific cultural reference to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below truck is probably not the least bit funny to most of the locals, and even to native English speakers unfamiliar with the "Wayne's World" Saturday Night Live skits and subsequent movies, it probably won't mean anything.  However, if you've seen any of the skits and/or movies, you will appreciate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S5kgVP5_jvI/AAAAAAAAALM/t-AWpQBzgCs/s1600-h/Schwing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S5kgVP5_jvI/AAAAAAAAALM/t-AWpQBzgCs/s320/Schwing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447420773700439794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-1362949032764702120?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/1362949032764702120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=1362949032764702120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1362949032764702120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1362949032764702120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/03/party-on-wayne.html' title='Party on, Wayne'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S5kgVP5_jvI/AAAAAAAAALM/t-AWpQBzgCs/s72-c/Schwing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-1750337939442498589</id><published>2010-02-26T11:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:11:11.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve of Arabia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S4lR9lwjHvI/AAAAAAAAALE/tI4czxZRsqM/s1600-h/Steve+of+Arabia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442971743203565298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S4lR9lwjHvI/AAAAAAAAALE/tI4czxZRsqM/s320/Steve+of+Arabia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we really "gone local"? Considering that I know maybe 10-15 words of Arabic after living here for over a year, and that even Ella is a long way from fluency although she is studying hard and knows much more Arabic than I do, I wouldn't think that anyone could mistake us for Arabs. However, we've had a couple of experiences in the last 24 hours that have made me scratch my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we needed to do some grocery shopping for our excursion to the beach and desert today and wanted to combine our trip to the local supermarket with dinner in the same shopping mall. By way of background, our nearest shopping mall has exactly three &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(oops, make that four*) &lt;/span&gt;sit-down restaurants. The first one is Pizza Express, a branch of the UK chain but unfortunately not nearly as good as its sister restaurants in London or even the location across town in Doha. The second (I don't recall its name) is located inside The One, a modern furniture store. We also think that sounds bizarre, but the food is actually quite good (international, with several strong North African dishes); unfortunately Morgan hasn't found anything on the menu she likes since they discontinued the excellent lentil soup they were serving a few months ago. The last one, which is usually our choice by default when we need to combine dinner out with shopping, is none other than T.G.I. Friday's. Anyway, last night we were welcomed back by the always-friendly Filipina hostess, who now recognizes us and always greets Morgan in the same, uniquely Filipino, way: "Hi, baby." We were immediately seated in a comfortable booth and given our menus, but I noticed there was something different right away--the name and logo were on the back. Initially puzzled, I flipped through back to front and saw that, sure enough, we had all been given Arabic menus. Even though we kept them open whenever the server came back, he never noticed and we pretended nothing was amiss since the names of the dishes are in English; otherwise there could be a lot of confusion since there's no guarantee that one of the Filipino servers would understand an order in English. Of course, we pretty much have the menus memorized at this point, so just seeing the pictures as a refresher probably would been good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's experience was stranger and, I think, funnier. I was driving down a dark side street to pick up Morgan from gymnastics when I saw a young Arab man in traditional garb gesticulating wildly by the side of the road. (In case you're wondering, no, I normally would not stop under those circumstances in the States, but since violent crime is virtually non-existent here I saw no reason not to.) When I stopped the car and put down the passenger's window, the gentleman instantly greeted me with "salaam alaykum" (literally "peace be upon you," but used in the way Americans would use "hello"). I instinctively responded with "alaykum salaam" (the standard reply) and when he asked "kaif halak" ("how are you") I answered with "zain" ("fine"). It wasn't entirely surprising that the guy greeted me in Arabic--he probably saw my Land Cruiser, the preferred vehicle of locals, and assumed I was an Arab. However, since he could see me at this point, wearing a Gap ball cap, t-shirt, and shorts, and with my fair Scots-Irish complexion, I expected that we would now have the inevitable switch to English. Instead, the gentleman rattled off something that I could not possibly understand and I confessed that I'd used pretty much all the Arabic I know. He smiled, said "shukran" ("thank you"), and waved good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks, Sybil. I completely forgot about Opera having a cafe--we had lived here for at least six months before we realized it was up there, and always forget about it when we're thinking about where to eat. Guess we should expand our horizons and give it a try sometime, since I know that at least their desserts are good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo effects courtesy of Sybil - Thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-1750337939442498589?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/1750337939442498589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=1750337939442498589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1750337939442498589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1750337939442498589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/02/steve-of-arabia.html' title='Steve of Arabia?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S4lR9lwjHvI/AAAAAAAAALE/tI4czxZRsqM/s72-c/Steve+of+Arabia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-9204309676225551591</id><published>2010-02-24T10:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:20:50.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One year down . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As my Facebook friends will already know, yesterday marked a major milestone for us--it was exactly a year ago yesterday that our flight from Dulles arrived in Doha.  It may say something about the extent to which we're becoming part of Doha life that the reason I didn't post yesterday is that I was attending a board meeting of the Doha Players, our local community theater group.  They needed someone on the board with experience in drafting constitutions, bylaws, and generally doing the nitty-gritty legal-type stuff involved in governing such an organization, so I stepped up to put my legal skills to work in a different setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the one-year mark caused me to reminisce a little about our first night here.  To back up a bit, we were fortunate to be flown business class by my employer on Qatar Airways from the DC area to Doha.  That meant getting to relax at the Virgin Atlantic lounge in Dulles International Airport; as it happened, we were flying out on Oscars night and managed to catch almost an hour of the show in the lounge while enjoying the free food and cocktails.  Fast forward 18 hours or so, after a very restful flight with excellent food and on-demand videos to make the time go faster.  We managed to get through the Doha airport in very little time, thanks to the VIP meet-and-greet service that Qtel gets for its new employees; this means sitting in a lounge and taking advantage of free snacks, juice, etc. while someone else deals with immigration formalities.  The Qtel driver was there as promised, and drove us to the Somerset serviced apartments, which we would call home for about two and a half months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we got into Doha in the evening and hadn't eaten on the plane for a few hours, we decided to check out the American Grill, a sit-down casual place located inside the Somerset and a bit like Friday's or Ruby Tuesday's.  As we sat down for dinner, an American woman at the next table over changed channels on the TV on the wall, and lo and behold, it was the Oscars being broadcast on tape delay.  In fact, the show was within a couple of minutes of where we had left it in DC, so the whole trip seemed rather surreal . . . it was like we had teleported from in front of a TV set at Dulles to the same TV set in Doha.  (Jet lag undoubtedly colored our perception in this regard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for a candid assessment of this place after a year, at least as candid as we feel that we can be when I still want to keep living and working here for a while. Following a vote of the family, here are the top 10 things that we like about Doha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  The fact that we have Chili's, Applebee's, and T.G.I. Friday's for when we want a taste of home&lt;br /&gt;9.  Juice stalls - these are little hole-in-the-wall places that serve up fresh, delicious, and cheap fruit juices (more like a fruit puree) in nearly every imaginable flavor&lt;br /&gt;8.  Weekend brunches at the hotels, especially the holiday brunches, which are even more over-the-top - I had never before seen a buffet with caviar and foie gras stations!&lt;br /&gt;7.  The desert&lt;br /&gt;6.  The fact that high temperatures are in the 80s while our friends back home are shoveling snow&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Museum of Islamic Art&lt;br /&gt;4.  Morgan's school, International School of London in Qatar - it's nearly as good as Washington International School, where she went to two years of preschool plus kindergarten, but costs less than half as much; plus we think it's way cool that the 20 kids in her class represent at least a dozen different nationalities&lt;br /&gt;3.  Souk Waqif&lt;br /&gt;2.  The fact that we can get to some really amazing places for a week, or even a weekend, that would be completely unrealistic destinations from the States for anything less than a two-week trip&lt;br /&gt;1.  Six weeks of paid vacation per year, plus two week-long Islamic holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the things we really don't like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Having only one place, located all the way across town, to buy booze (at least it's available, though!)&lt;br /&gt;9.  The fact that the highs are in the 120s here while our friends back home are enjoying "normal" summer temperatures, which are more like spring here&lt;br /&gt;8.  The fact that Ramadan is strictly enforced in public on Muslims and non-Muslims alike with the exception of a handful of hotel restaurants; in a place where there isn't much to do other than going to restaurants anyway, this means that the place pretty much shuts down for a month&lt;br /&gt;7.  The fact that road trips outside of Qatar require passing through Saudi Arabia; since Qatar is about the size of Connecticut and we have no interest in experiencing the "hospitality" of our southern neighbors, that doesn't leave a lot of places to go by car&lt;br /&gt;6.  Lack of cultural stimulation -- there's only one real museum in town, the Art Center closed in December, there's no ballet and not much theater.  The philharmonic is trying, though!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Housing costs that are kept at artificially-high (and ludicrous) levels due to protectionist restrictions on property ownership by foreigners--is a three-bedroom bungalow here really worth over twice what we paid for rent on a large two-bedroom flat in London overlooking Hyde Park just a few years ago?&lt;br /&gt;4.  Infrastructure that is not at all in keeping with a country ranked first or second globally by GDP per capita, depending on whom you ask; public transportation and roads are a joke and driving is a nightmare (see #1 below)&lt;br /&gt;3.  The sense of entitlement/superiority on the part of a certain segment of the population here, who treat everyone else as either an unimportant nuisance who should get out of their way or as their slave&lt;br /&gt;2.  The dust - I've missed more days of work and Morgan has missed more school due to illness here in twelve months than in the three previous years combined.&lt;br /&gt;1.  The drivers (this wasn't even close!) - the same people who stroll at a leisurely pace through the shopping malls, four or five abreast, and fail to show any sense of urgency in their work, seem to be the same ones who like to get six inches behind you in their Land Cruiser and flash their high-beams at you until you move out of their way so that they can get to the coffee shop two minutes faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, your comments are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S4VbNIA5rXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/91ow5Kh_1zo/s1600-h/Morgan+in+abaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S4VbNIA5rXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/91ow5Kh_1zo/s320/Morgan+in+abaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441856005794803058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-9204309676225551591?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/9204309676225551591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=9204309676225551591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/9204309676225551591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/9204309676225551591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-year-down.html' title='One year down . . .'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S4VbNIA5rXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/91ow5Kh_1zo/s72-c/Morgan+in+abaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-5051580105812482632</id><published>2010-02-01T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:45:10.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>The other day on my way to Arabic class, we circled a roundabout behind the colorful van emblazoned with a message similar to "Want to learn more about Islam? Stop me to find out how." At the time, Steve and I were listening to "Personal Jesus," which in my mind was somehow morphing into "Personal Allah." I've been thinking a fair bit lately about similarities between the Islam practiced here and the prevailing type of Christianity found back in the Bible Belt. I think the bumper stickers here can pretty well summarize the direction of my thoughts. Far more prevalently than even back home, one sees cars plastered with bumper stickers of a religious variety (almost exclusively, except for those goofy cartoon boy outlines or sometimes some sort of a national pride sticker). The most common are "Masha Allah," which I'm going to translate as "Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow," but also conveys a sense of divine fate akin to "Thy Will Be Done," and "Alhamdulillah," which apparently comes from the same root as "Hallelujah" and is "Thanks Be to God." A third phrase that nearly always makes me think of home when I hear it is "Insha'allah," which in my mind becomes "Good Lord Willing." This one is also the root of the Spanish "Ojala." It implies that nothing in the future is certain, but all is dependent on God's will. (Of course, sometimes it has a particular usage trending more toward whatever is being discussed is only going to happen through divine intervention! Context and user intent are key ...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-5051580105812482632?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/5051580105812482632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=5051580105812482632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/5051580105812482632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/5051580105812482632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/02/bumper-stickers_01.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060513359939397759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-6555718297842567136</id><published>2010-01-28T13:30:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:11:23.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They say it's your birthday . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPQcNkQcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lRy5p4pI8FA/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPQcNkQcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lRy5p4pI8FA/s320/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413456896901570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there for a nine-year-old American girl to do in Doha?  Admittedly not as much as in DC, but more than you might think, and Morgan has had a pretty eventful couple of weeks.  We thought her birthday would be a good chance to update everyone on what's new with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPOhQl_jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WfU9Kbh9tL0/s1600-h/matilda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPOhQl_jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/WfU9Kbh9tL0/s320/matilda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413423892037170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th, Morgan and a few of her classmates performed an adaptation of the Roald Dahl book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matilda&lt;/span&gt; for other Year 4, 5, and 6 students (the equivalent of 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade, respectively, in the U.S. system) and parents.  They wrote and staged the play themselves, and pretty much did everything from casting to props and directing.  (Ella did give them a hand with hair and makeup.)  All of the kids performed beautifully, and Morgan seemed to be entirely in her comfort zone hamming it up as Mrs. Wormwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPPG9eWVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YhxKIeyWV1k/s1600-h/falcon+cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPPG9eWVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YhxKIeyWV1k/s320/falcon+cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413434012391762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days later, Morgan and her teammates from the Gymnastics Academy performed in a competition with other local programs.  As with the competition in which she participated last year, medals were awarded to all kids who received at least 14 points out of 20 based on their ability to perform ten skills.  The judging was much tougher than last time, when all of the kids from Morgan's program--and one-third to one-half of the participants from elsewhere--walked away with medals.  This time about half the kids in Morgan's gym received medals, and the other gyms received no more than two or three each.  Morgan stayed calm throughout, did her best, and managed to score 16 out of 20.  That means she will definitely be party of the contingent representing her gym in the next competition in April, and may be competing in May as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPPhCXVLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mP5U2jfpCYQ/s1600-h/high+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPPhCXVLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mP5U2jfpCYQ/s320/high+jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413441012225202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Morgan had the good fortune of having regular classes canceled on her birthday for the school's sports day.  She surprised us and herself by not only taking first place in the high jump among the Year 4 girls, but also beating the girls from Years 5 and 6, despite her rather unconventional technique.  Who knew that doing an airborne forward roll over the crossbar would be an effective way to perform the high jump?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the birthday celebration, Morgan managed to stretch it out for three days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 (Wednesday) - Morgan celebrated her birthday at school with homemade cupcakes and was serenaded with renditions of "Happy Birthday" in four languages--English, French, Arabic, and Dutch.  A classmate also performed the song in sign language for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 (Thursday) - Ella took Morgan and a few friends from school bowling after sports day, and Morgan won with a 98.  (Not bad for someone who barely weighs 50 pounds!)  Then we had dinner with some friends at the Grand Hyatt's casual pizza restaurant, which uses a wood-fired oven to make pizza that is the best we've had in Doha and not far from our gold standard of Two Amys in Washington. The staff prepared a special birthday mini-cheesecake for Morgan, and she was serenaded again, this time with "Happy Birthday" in English, French, and Afrikaans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 (Friday) - A dozen of Morgan's friends came to our house for a "Wicked"-themed party, most of them dressed as their favorite good or bad witch.  Ella &amp;amp; Morgan taught them the song "Popular," with each girl taking just a few lines, and the girls did a performance for parents at the end.  Some of the girls apparently don't like singing nearly as much as Morgan, but they generally seemed to have a good time anyway.  Of course, the highlight for me was the excellent chocolate cake (topped with chocolate ganache) that Ella made from scratch; it was actually good enough to make the rest OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PphKX4yUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TNu-AiAuSKI/s1600-h/birthday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PphKX4yUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TNu-AiAuSKI/s320/birthday+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432442331468450114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-6555718297842567136?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/6555718297842567136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=6555718297842567136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/6555718297842567136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/6555718297842567136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/01/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='They say it&apos;s your birthday . . .'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S2PPQcNkQcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lRy5p4pI8FA/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-3340020182575277810</id><published>2010-01-26T15:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:45:35.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blame Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S19NGAOfFOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OrngmL2gazo/s1600-h/Qtel1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 24px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S19NGAOfFOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OrngmL2gazo/s320/Qtel1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431144441167418594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S19NF_vtgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nO9ObtH9WtA/s1600-h/logo_qnb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 55px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S19NF_vtgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nO9ObtH9WtA/s320/logo_qnb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431144441038340642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As many of my fellow Qatar-based expats can confirm, banking services here leave a lot to be desired. However, even by the low standards that I've gotten accustomed to, the events of the past 24 hours warrant special mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started the 25th, which is payday each month at Qtel.  The electronic deposit of my paycheck wasn't completed until after 6 pm--several hours later than usual--and the funds were still not made available as of bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I checked, and finally QNB was showing that my paycheck was available.  Good news.  Unfortunately, I needed to withdraw cash and discovered that the ATM in our compound was out of service, and the ATM in Qtel Tower gave me a cryptic message about being "unable to process" my transaction.  I called QNB and was told (thankfully) that there was nothing wrong with my card or my account, but of course no explanation was given as to why I couldn't withdraw cash with a properly-functioning card from an account that had plenty of funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work this evening the compound ATM still wasn't working, but we headed out to do our grocery shopping assuming we would be able to use a credit or debit card.  Unfortunately, the staff at Carrefour notified us that their machines weren't working for any credit or debit transactions due to an issue with QNB.  Since we aren't in the habit of carrying large sums of cash, we had to leave our full cart at the checkout register, and exited the store muttering a few choice expletives about QNB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella and I shared a chuckle about how well the term "qatarded" fit the whole experience--apologies to the mentally challenged, as this label is a bit unfair to them--and I started a mental sketch of a blog post that would describe the issues we've had with QNB. (It would be a very long post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to later in the evening.  I'm dropping off my shirts at the cleaners and chatting with a friendly, distinguished-looking Qatari gentleman who jokingly tells the Pakistani at the counter that I'm Steve Martin after I give the guy only my first name.  (I don't think the store clerk got the reference.)  The Qatari gentleman asks where I'm from, and responds "very nice" when I say I'm from the U.S.  Then he asks where I work, and I say I work for Qtel.  He then tells me that Qtel's network to QNB has been down all day so that no credit card transactions can be posted.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't have a problem poking fun at QNB when I encounter a problem that arises out of their complete incompetence, it sounds like in this case there may be a bit more to the story than I'd thought.  In any event, we'll just cross our fingers that tomorrow we can finally take out cash, buy our groceries, and do all of the things we used to take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-3340020182575277810?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/3340020182575277810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=3340020182575277810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/3340020182575277810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/3340020182575277810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/01/blame-game.html' title='The Blame Game'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S19NGAOfFOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OrngmL2gazo/s72-c/Qtel1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-4159827711637255030</id><published>2010-01-22T11:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:33:35.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Idol" Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S1nscaj_rOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SN9JKbpeyzk/s1600-h/Idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S1nscaj_rOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SN9JKbpeyzk/s320/Idol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429630798682631394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For quite a while I had been mulling over a blog post about how technology continues to shrink the distance from home for expats.  I would have described some of the cool toys that let us keep in touch with friends and family, access entertainment from home, etc., and how things have changed since our previous overseas stints.  A future post may go into a little more detail on that, but today I had to share a lesson about how sometimes the simplest solution is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By way of background, getting American TV programming in Qatar isn't difficult at all, but finding what you want is like hunting a needle in a haystack.  Some programs are listed in the daily newspapers, with varying degrees of accuracy.  Normally when we do find a show we like it's at least a season behind and we've already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these reasons, expats often go to great lengths (and expense) to get TV shows from home.  One pricey option is the DVD boxed set, but that means waiting until the end of the season.  For those of us who have U.S. credit cards and billing addresses, Apple TV offers a good but somewhat expensive option for keeping up on current shows.  Otherwise, downloading or streaming shows from sites like Megavideo or Hulu is a low-cost but also low-quality way to get the latest episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been using some of the download sites, which isn't easy since these sites don't usually allow downloading from overseas, and were proud that we had actually figured out a way to get American Idol onto our TV.  First, we set up a VPN connection with a proxy server in the U.S. and downloaded the video.  Then we converted the video since the download site uses a format that doesn't work with Apple TV, and transferred the file from the computer to the Apple TV.  This all is less complicated than it may sound, but it's very time-consuming.  From the time we start downloading a one-hour show until the time we can watch it is at least 5 or 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you can imagine, we don't actually watch a lot of shows this way.  However, we wanted to catch up on this season's American Idol and had some free time on our hands for a change, so we managed to download and watch three episodes from last night through today.  So far, so good.  Then this evening we all sit down to eat our home-delivered pizza (courtesy of Pizza Hut), and just for fun I decide to check the local TV listings.  Lo and behold, American Idol is on at 8 pm, but I'm thinking it must be at least a season behind . . . .  Actually, it's the current season, and the very next episode following where we had gotten with our downloads.  The Arabic subtitles were easy to ignore, and the Arabic commercials provided a bit of fun language practice for Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out that we can go through the whole convoluted process above to watch a pixelated version of the show on our TV, or we can just flip on the set at 8:00 on Friday night.  Guess which one we're going with from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-4159827711637255030?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/4159827711637255030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=4159827711637255030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4159827711637255030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4159827711637255030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/01/idol-hands.html' title='&quot;Idol&quot; Hands'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S1nscaj_rOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SN9JKbpeyzk/s72-c/Idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-6203281616242391069</id><published>2010-01-13T12:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:12:10.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports and culture - in the same week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week was a busy one. Doha hosted some of the biggest names in men's tennis for the ExxonMobil Qatar Open, which took place from January 4 through 9. Morgan's school took a group of kids for an entire afternoon to see some of the early rounds, and since I managed to get two free tickets from Qtel, Ella and I joined Morgan to see Nadal play the much lower ranked Bolelli. There wasn't a lot of suspense in the game--Nadal easily won--but the evening temperature was pleasantly cool for Doha (low 60s) and we enjoyed the chance to see some world-class tennis. Unfortunately, a day in the sun had taken its toll on Morgan so we didn't get to stay for the Roger Federer match that followed, but at least we were able to catch most of it on TV when we got home. Here are a couple of photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S04J-yoTl4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/hRJeR_WmSgY/s1600-h/Nadal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426285575375394690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S04J-yoTl4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/hRJeR_WmSgY/s320/Nadal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S04JnzEGnvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rDH8CjJf0oA/s1600-h/Nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426285180354993906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S04JnzEGnvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rDH8CjJf0oA/s320/Nadal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big event last week was Doha's annual book fair. We showed up not knowing quite what to expect, but it was enormous--the dozens of book stalls completely filled Doha's sizable convention center. Over half of the books were in Arabic, but there were many in English, especially kids' books, and there was even a French section (see photo). The only minor glitch was that there were no credit card machines available for the merchants even though they apparently were expecting them, but QNB did its part to keep the registers ringing with an ATM truck parked right in front of the main entrance. We managed to walk away with our bag full of books and our wallets empty, so I suppose the evening was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S04P2nQdtRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VDqILdYowxc/s1600-h/book+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426292031953417490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S04P2nQdtRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VDqILdYowxc/s320/book+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S. For those of you with whom I'm not already in touch on Facebook, here's one of those "only in Doha" things that I wouldn't have believed if I hadn't also seen it--a large cheetah riding shotgun in a Nissan SUV with its head out the window like a dog. I just hope it was fed well before its car ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://nickandjoce.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheetah-as-my-co-pilot.html"&gt;http://nickandjoce.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheetah-as-my-co-pilot.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-6203281616242391069?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/6203281616242391069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=6203281616242391069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/6203281616242391069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/6203281616242391069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2010/01/sports-and-culture-in-same-week.html' title='Sports and culture - in the same week!'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S04J-yoTl4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/hRJeR_WmSgY/s72-c/Nadal+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-9154450825165778320</id><published>2009-12-26T01:42:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:59:53.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SzW8dQ-Q4dI/AAAAAAAAAI0/edPQDi0ZUFI/s1600-h/15462_1217528972793_1665952249_529222_7361434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SzW8dQ-Q4dI/AAAAAAAAAI0/edPQDi0ZUFI/s320/15462_1217528972793_1665952249_529222_7361434_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419444937568608722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is anyone out there? After relying primarily on Facebook status updates to keep in touch with friends and family over the last few months, we've neglected our blog again but aren't sure who is reading it anyway.  (If you read this, please say hello!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just celebrated our first Christmas in the Middle East, which was different from past Christmases in many respects.  For one thing, few of the stores are decorated and even fewer play Christmas music--the closest we came to music while shopping was the call to prayer blasting out of the mosque next door to the electronics shop where I picked up Guitar Hero - World Tour Edition "for Ella."  :)  The weather is also a lot different, since our high temperatures over the past few days have been in the mid to upper 70s.  Perhaps the biggest change is that this was the first Christmas we've spent as a family in our own home since we were always the ones to travel to Missouri from the East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was our Christmas, other than the above differences? In a word, relaxing. After attending Christmas Eve services, we opened our family gifts on Christmas Eve as we had done in the past, and then stayed up until 1 a.m. playing Guitar Hero and Rock Band: The Beatles on the wii. Christmas morning got off to a relatively late start, and Morgan was delighted to find that Santa Claus had brought her an American Girl doll with some accessories and clothes. Since it was just the three of us, we opted against cooking and went to Market by Jean-Georges, located at the W hotel, for their Christmas jazz brunch. After stuffing ourselves on traditional Christmas foods like turkey and less traditional ones like sushi and hummus, and taking advantage of the unlimited champagne refills, we had a very lazy afternoon at home before making evening calls to our respective parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stayed in Doha for Thanksgiving, but cooked a traditional dinner for a houseful of guests; the menu included a honey-brined turkey, corn bread stuffing with pecans and (turkey) bacon, sweet potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce, garlic mashed potatoes with pan gravy, green bean casserole, beer bread, pumpkin pie, all combined with some very nice French wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of our fall was a week-long trip to the Seychelles in September for the Eid al Adha holiday. The place was absolutely beautiful, and we kept activities to a minimum other than some snorkeling. Mostly, we lounged by the beach or pool and caught up on reading, frequently with a strong drink in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a recap of what else we've been up to since our last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan started a new school year as soon as she got back from Paris in September, and school is going great so far. She has a wonderful South African teacher with 30+ years of experience, who cannot find enough good things to say about Morgan. Morgan continues to make lots of friends, to the point that her music teacher expressed concern at our parent-teacher conference that "Morgan may be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; popular." (Apparently other girls fight over who can be in Morgan's group whenever they divide up for class projects.) She is still keeping busy with gymnastics and ballet, both at a fairly serious level (twice a week), and has resumed piano lessons after a lengthy break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella is starting to settle in quite a bit better, due largely to two things.  First, she got her Qatari driver's license soon after returning from the summer and now takes the car out on her own a couple days a week.  Also, she started an Arabic class that met twice a week through the fall.  I've lost count, but I think this is at least the 11th language she has studied, and starting to learn the language has at least made Ella feel like she has some reason for being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a busy fall with work.  Since the last post, I've had business trips to Turkey, Oman, and Algeria, in addition to trips to Kuwait and Iraq over the summer. The job is going pretty well overall, and while I'm still working hard I enjoy the fact that my hours are much better than at the law firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Serafina (our very large brown tabby) and Lucy (our 7-month-old Boston Terrier) are settling into their new home after arriving in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For anyone who saw the title of my post and thinks I've suddenly become "politically correct"--anyone who knows me well should know there's no danger of that--the title seemed a little catchier than my other choice:  "Merry (Belated) Christmas and Happy New Year, in Case I Don't Post in the Next Five Days." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-9154450825165778320?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/9154450825165778320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=9154450825165778320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/9154450825165778320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/9154450825165778320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SzW8dQ-Q4dI/AAAAAAAAAI0/edPQDi0ZUFI/s72-c/15462_1217528972793_1665952249_529222_7361434_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-2208176565342192374</id><published>2009-09-05T14:03:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:51:53.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm pleased to report that the Rich family is back in Doha after a busy but enjoyable summer, and that we're now getting back into our normal work and school routines so we should be able to post our updates more regularly.  Since our last post, we all traveled together to the States for much of July--I returned on the 19th and Ella &amp;amp; Morgan followed on the 29th--where we split our time between the DC area and Missouri.  Ella and Morgan came back to Doha for about 24 hours, just enough time to unpack their bags and repack, and then left for Paris.  I joined them for the last week of August, which happily coincided with Ella's birthday.  After five days or so together in Paris, we took the train to London and spent 2 1/2 days there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Highlights of the trip to the U.S. included getting Morgan a new puppy, which should be joining us soon in Doha, and spending time with friends in the DC area and family in Missouri.  I especially enjoyed going to a minor league baseball game in Springfield, MO, where Ella and I attended college and met each other, and having dinner at one of DC's best restaurants with my friend and former boss Tara, her husband, and Ella.  My time in Doha was mostly occupied by work, including business trips that took me to Jordan, Iraq, and Kuwait, but was otherwise uneventful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are a few pictures that sum up the past couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcYJ-N0tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LSgTRi6xjM4/s320/ballgame.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380495749887677138" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcX8xv99I/AAAAAAAAAHs/IieUzHn4cGI/s1600-h/Morgan+and+Lucy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcX8xv99I/AAAAAAAAAHs/IieUzHn4cGI/s320/Morgan+and+Lucy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380495746345727954" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcW5XwZHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RxcBjJAKzUM/s1600-h/fireworks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcW5XwZHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RxcBjJAKzUM/s320/fireworks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380495728251528306" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcXTD68_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/88WMRg5RTvQ/s1600-h/Morgan+and+Sami.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcXTD68_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/88WMRg5RTvQ/s320/Morgan+and+Sami.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380495735147656178" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteDJIV4zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kRxT6xIKeNk/s1600-h/Morgan+and+Dad+on+the+London+Eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteDJIV4zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kRxT6xIKeNk/s320/Morgan+and+Dad+on+the+London+Eye.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380497587907715890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteBcV1UdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hzIXyIaf3gI/s1600-h/Morgan+and+Ella+by+Musee+d%27Orsay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteBcV1UdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hzIXyIaf3gI/s320/Morgan+and+Ella+by+Musee+d%27Orsay.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380497558704837074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteBGwFGOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k5o3PbEiT5o/s1600-h/Ella%27s+birthday+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteBGwFGOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/k5o3PbEiT5o/s320/Ella%27s+birthday+dinner.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380497552909342946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteAoaiEvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2BDhmMFpVtI/s1600-h/Morgan+at+Euro+Disney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteAoaiEvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2BDhmMFpVtI/s320/Morgan+at+Euro+Disney.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380497544765903602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteAL9K5KI/AAAAAAAAAIE/n_hewE1jp04/s1600-h/Morgan+at+Centre+Pompidou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqteAL9K5KI/AAAAAAAAAIE/n_hewE1jp04/s320/Morgan+at+Centre+Pompidou.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380497537126556834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcY_4hFYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RDOigZCSuns/s1600-h/Morgan+at+Versailles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcY_4hFYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RDOigZCSuns/s320/Morgan+at+Versailles.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380495764359288194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcX8xv99I/AAAAAAAAAHs/IieUzHn4cGI/s1600-h/Morgan+and+Lucy.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcXTD68_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/88WMRg5RTvQ/s1600-h/Morgan+and+Sami.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcXTD68_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/88WMRg5RTvQ/s1600-h/Morgan+and+Sami.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcW5XwZHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RxcBjJAKzUM/s1600-h/fireworks.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SquJf3_XyQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NBVypref88E/s320/Morgan+at+King%27s+Cross+Station.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380545360522889474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-2208176565342192374?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/2208176565342192374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=2208176565342192374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/2208176565342192374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/2208176565342192374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye, Summer'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SqtcYJ-N0tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LSgTRi6xjM4/s72-c/ballgame.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-4136309192130014763</id><published>2009-06-26T09:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:30:56.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan Takes a Star Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week was the culmination of a month-long preparation by Morgan and her classmates for their end-of-the-year musical, Three of a Kind. Year 1 through Year 3 students performed their show five times over the course of the last week for parents and administrators as well as the preschoolers and high school students.  In the musical, a variety of fairy tale characters in groups of three search the woods for Baby Bear, who has gone missing.  Morgan performed beautifully as Wise Woman number 2.  As "the big kids," several of Morgan's best friends also had speaking roles:  Alicia was Maid number 2 and Sean was Caballero number 2. Ella volunteered behind the scenes on set decoration and makeup with Sean's mom Denise and Riyah's mom Su'ad.  The kids celebrated the musical's wrap with a party -- lots of chips, sugary soda and sweets -- I pity their poor teacher that afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SkTMwSnczLI/AAAAAAAAADU/-NpbnQ9mKGA/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SkTMwSnczLI/AAAAAAAAADU/-NpbnQ9mKGA/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351627387226082482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-4136309192130014763?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/4136309192130014763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=4136309192130014763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4136309192130014763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4136309192130014763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/06/morgan-takes-star-turn.html' title='Morgan Takes a Star Turn'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060513359939397759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SkTMwSnczLI/AAAAAAAAADU/-NpbnQ9mKGA/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-3486174399475001132</id><published>2009-06-19T05:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:15:40.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Games in Doha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sju5bgj9FCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rDYNYMXy1uk/s1600-h/toys+r+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sju5bgj9FCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rDYNYMXy1uk/s320/toys+r+us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349072864680940578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since these posts usually come from an adult point of view, we thought it would be fun to give a little glimpse into the life of an eight-year-old American girl in Doha.  Not surprisingly, Morgan was excited to get all of her toys from home when our container arrived at the beginning of May, but she also has enjoyed finding a few new toys that are unique to the region.  Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here's a little clip that shows two of Morgan's favorite things that we have found so far in Qatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33198cc037c7f7cc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33198cc037c7f7cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A270A1339CC9C9C161A7BC7C3FE6595B317A7D4.327C499DED3F6F37D01AF0774C6EBA78A5B30392%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33198cc037c7f7cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQoTUgHHiDCQpYKTf-DqNhYCrADg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33198cc037c7f7cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A270A1339CC9C9C161A7BC7C3FE6595B317A7D4.327C499DED3F6F37D01AF0774C6EBA78A5B30392%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33198cc037c7f7cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQoTUgHHiDCQpYKTf-DqNhYCrADg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first part of the clip is Morgan's Fulla doll, complete with abaya, saying her prayers.  To a Westerner, the idea of a mass-market toy with overt religious overtones is still a bit jarring, but not necessarily in a bad way--frankly, it seems a whole lot healthier than the body-obsessed toys marketed to young girls back in the States.  The second part, which we found absolutely hilarious, requires a couple of words of explanation since the video quality isn't great.  As noted in the titles, the music playing is a somewhat strange interpretation of the song Axel F (the theme from Beverly Hills Cop).  Also, the little Arab guy riding on the camel is carrying an electric guitar. Only in the Middle East!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-3486174399475001132?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33198cc037c7f7cc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/3486174399475001132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=3486174399475001132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/3486174399475001132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/3486174399475001132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-and-games-in-doha.html' title='Fun and Games in Doha'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sju5bgj9FCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rDYNYMXy1uk/s72-c/toys+r+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-1055074280377789431</id><published>2009-06-13T13:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:19:31.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting - His &amp; Hers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our exciting news for the weekend--exciting to us, anyway--is that we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; finished putting together the furniture that we had delivered from the Dubai IKEA a few weeks ago and unpacked the last few boxes.  A few pictures of the fruits of our labor are below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've also included a shot of my new power drill, which was indispensable in putting everything together; somehow just having my first power tool for the new place made me feel a little more at home.  The experience of getting the drill was a little bit surreal--we went to a Carrefour hypermarket, which is a lot like a Wal-Mart Supercenter.  The strange part was going from the grocery aisles, where I was walking past locals in thobes and abayas, Indian and Filipino foods, Arabic sweets, and fresh-baked French breads, to the hardware section.  As I headed down the aisle with the power tools, I realized that Randy Travis was playing over the sound system (well, I noticed the fact that country music was playing and the DJ said it was Randy Travis).  Standing there looking at Black &amp;amp; Decker cordless drills, saws, etc., and listening to country music, when I ignored the handful of dual-language English-Arabic labels and the price tags in Qatari Riyals, it seemed like I was back in the Ozarks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPspZL7SaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rnRrLOJjY_0/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPspZL7SaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rnRrLOJjY_0/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346877378498611618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPspE5Yd-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6q2nwaf3Eu0/s1600-h/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPspE5Yd-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6q2nwaf3Eu0/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346877373052123106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPsp7sLm9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mNQL8OW0d6k/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPsp7sLm9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mNQL8OW0d6k/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346877387760704466" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPspvbfKAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4AcihQVYCno/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPspvbfKAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4AcihQVYCno/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPtP8pB6wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_-ddX7iSuNc/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346878040850950914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-1055074280377789431?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/1055074280377789431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=1055074280377789431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1055074280377789431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1055074280377789431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/06/nesting-his-hers.html' title='Nesting - His &amp; Hers'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjPspZL7SaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rnRrLOJjY_0/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-2846616944293022454</id><published>2009-06-11T12:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:03:00.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's Big Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last night, Morgan's gymnastics club had the opportunity to participate in a meet with three other Doha-based gyms.  This was her first experience in getting scored by judges, and also the first event she had been in where it took more than showing up to get a medal.  The gymnasts had to demonstrate 10 skills for the judges, and received a maximum of 2 points for each skill, scored in half-point increments; it took a score of 14 out of 20 to receive a medal.  The judging was not easy--perhaps half of the kids from the other gyms received medals.  However, thanks to the fine coaching of Shelagh Innes and the talent and hard work of Morgan and her teammates, Morgan and all of the other kids from Gymnastics Academy received medals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Morgan thought it was cool that the presenter was supposedly a member of the royal family.  She also liked the outfits of the kids who helped with the medal presentation, ornate red and gold brocaded robes, which reminded me of something the Three Wise Men would wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures are below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjE1zkgJOwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UDx1aaVE_Ho/s1600-h/DSC_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjE1zkgJOwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UDx1aaVE_Ho/s320/DSC_0086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346113392753588994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjE1RasxXHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pIqwTEvDiJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjE1RasxXHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pIqwTEvDiJQ/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112806006643826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjE1RGnCsAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z09ZVEU12PY/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjE1RGnCsAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z09ZVEU12PY/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112800613904386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-2846616944293022454?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/2846616944293022454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=2846616944293022454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/2846616944293022454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/2846616944293022454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/06/morgans-big-night.html' title='Morgan&apos;s Big Night'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SjE1zkgJOwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UDx1aaVE_Ho/s72-c/DSC_0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-1815826965405320339</id><published>2009-06-07T12:59:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:19:35.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Some Football?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, we're not talking about American football, although I was momentarily confused last week when Saji, one of the administrative assistants on my floor at work, asked me if I was interested in football.  After a half-second of wondering whether the Redskins were making a world tour, I realized that he was talking about soccer, which is simply football to the 95 percent of the world's population that lives outside the US.  We managed to get five free tickets to the Qatar vs. Australia World Cup qualifier courtesy of Qtel, and went with our neighbors and new friends Sybil and David, who kindly drove us all to the match.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While the match wasn't a great evening for offense--it ended in a 0-0 draw--we did see several amazing saves.  The people-watching aspect was by far the most entertaining, though.  From our rowdy Australian section-mates (is there any other kind?) to the sea of thobes across the pitch to the Middle Eastern version of a marching band/pep band, it wasn't an experience we'll soon forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Below are a few pictures.   Be sure to check out Sybil's blog (http://qatariadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/qatar-vs-australia.html) for some photos that are a lot better than what we could get with our little point-and-shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Siv_Pgt4rMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QCaMKq6MVCk/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Siv_Pgt4rMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QCaMKq6MVCk/s320/soccer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344646024750738626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SiwDciHax1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NuVP0i-cGpg/s1600-h/marching+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SiwDciHax1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NuVP0i-cGpg/s320/marching+band.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344650646511077202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SiwCoWnBprI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bBJtM7NL-Jg/s1600-h/Aussies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SiwCoWnBprI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bBJtM7NL-Jg/s320/Aussies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344649750069225138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-1815826965405320339?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/1815826965405320339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=1815826965405320339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1815826965405320339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/1815826965405320339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready for Some Football?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Siv_Pgt4rMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QCaMKq6MVCk/s72-c/soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-226806583466159196</id><published>2009-06-05T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:28:59.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Silxnx64HEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RGhorjQHMIg/s1600-h/4532_1158523288947_1403707430_30417459_4878972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Silxnx64HEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RGhorjQHMIg/s320/4532_1158523288947_1403707430_30417459_4878972_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343927361080925250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While we don't have any intention of making this a blog about politics, we wanted to write a few lines about our unique perspective on President Obama's speech in Cairo yesterday.  I was fortunate to have the chance last night to hear excerpts from the speech, followed by remarks from the US ambassador to Qatar and then a town hall-style Q&amp;amp;A session at the Brookings Doha Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever your political views, the speech was well-written and extremely well-delivered, so much so that a number of people in the crowd last night were already making comparisons to JFK's famous "Ich bin ein Berliner" speech (which I understand was actually "I am a jelly doughnut," but that's another story).  Our ambassador to Qatar is a very impressive man, and he delivered his remarks in Arabic, which was excellent according to the Arab next to me.  However, the highlight of the evening (other than getting to watch portions of the above-described speech) was the Q&amp;amp;A session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In general, the comments from the audience (which included a large number of Arabs of various nationalities, as well as many Americans and other English-speaking expats) were favorable. Obama's speech especially resonated with the younger members of the audience; at least a couple of college students (one Arab-American and one Arab who had studied in the US) were particularly effusive in their praise for the President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some older members of the audience, however, offered some tough and pointed questions even as they also praised the evenhanded and eloquent speech given by President Obama.  For example, a Syrian engineer in the audience took issue with the fact that Obama had mentioned the Holocaust in the speech, as if to link it to the Arab world.  The gentleman acknowledged that the Holocaust had happened, said that he (and most Muslims) considered it a terrible, evil occurrence, but also said that prior to World War II Jews were treated far better in the Middle East than in Europe.  (I'm unfortunately not as well-versed in the region's history as I should be, but I believe that this is generally true.)  His question was essentially why Arabs, and Palestinians in particular, should have to pay such a steep price for the Holocaust by giving up their lands when they had nothing to do with it.  Another Arab in the audience asked why the US--which ostensibly supports democracy and free speech--supports some of the most repressive regimes in the Arab world.  (I didn't hear a response to that one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all, it was a fascinating and informative exchange, and I feel fortunate to have had such a unique vantage point from which to experience this historical moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-226806583466159196?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/226806583466159196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=226806583466159196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/226806583466159196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/226806583466159196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/06/watching-history.html' title='Watching history'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Silxnx64HEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RGhorjQHMIg/s72-c/4532_1158523288947_1403707430_30417459_4878972_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-4837919248105428340</id><published>2009-05-20T03:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:47:22.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last weekend we made our first trip to Dubai. Primarily we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;went to stock up on armoires so we can actually put our clothes away in our new h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ouse, as Dubai is the closest location with an Ikea. Another mom asked me, so did you do anything in Dubai other than shop? Well no, not really, but here's why: as far as we can tell, life on the peninsula revolves around shopping ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lls. Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; are trendy nightspots, like the Madinat Jumeirah, with an array of restaurants. Others are family destinations, such as Dubai Mall, with its indoor aquarium and Mall of the Emirates, home of Ski Dubai. Others are practical, &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; one that houses Ikea, a supermarket, an electronics store and an Ace Hardware. What more could you need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShPARGvWWdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SF1Ngkvy5-I/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShPARGvWWdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SF1Ngkvy5-I/s200/DSC_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337821383463688658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the tunnel at the aquarium, Dubai Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qprsILI/AAAAAAAAACU/RCuR2TvPR68/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qprsILI/AAAAAAAAACU/RCuR2TvPR68/s200/DSC_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337815225270542514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The indoor waterfall at Dubai Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qR10kSI/AAAAAAAAACM/IRrBvwp6nvk/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qR10kSI/AAAAAAAAACM/IRrBvwp6nvk/s200/DSC_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337815218870587682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Burj Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qeYflWI/AAAAAAAAACE/l40V8tKCRaU/s1600-h/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qeYflWI/AAAAAAAAACE/l40V8tKCRaU/s200/DSC_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337815222237238626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Souk Madinat Jumeirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qG15bcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k8Y_rQOXoWg/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShO6qG15bcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k8Y_rQOXoWg/s200/DSC_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337815215918116290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Burj al-Arab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShPAReyHDiI/AAAAAAAAADE/nzliqmwWD9I/s1600-h/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShPAReyHDiI/AAAAAAAAADE/nzliqmwWD9I/s200/DSC_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337821389917720098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morgan as Fulla (think Muslim Barbie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShPARvxO1WI/AAAAAAAAADM/7GIc-szfen8/s1600-h/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShPARvxO1WI/AAAAAAAAADM/7GIc-szfen8/s200/DSC_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337821394477438306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;suited up to ski at Ski Dubai, Mall of the Emirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-4837919248105428340?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/4837919248105428340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=4837919248105428340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4837919248105428340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4837919248105428340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-city.html' title='Real City!'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060513359939397759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/ShPARGvWWdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SF1Ngkvy5-I/s72-c/DSC_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-7022407101615166507</id><published>2009-05-12T13:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:04:07.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in and catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have fallen behind in our updates again, but it's not just due to a lack of motivation--rather, we spent the past two weekends moving.  Since the last post, we have moved out of our temporary apartment into a house.  The weekend of May 1-2 we brought a few boxes over to the new house from the temporary apartment, and we spent much of Saturday painting Morgan's room for her Harry Potter/wizarding theme.  (We also had breakfast of biscuits and gravy--minus the pork sausage, of course--with our new friends Sybil &amp;amp; David at Ric's Kountry Kitchen.  Yes, that's a real place in Doha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The container arrived on May 3, so I took the day off from work to help get a few basics situated. Ella spent most of that week unpacking, and that weekend we finally brought the last of our things over from the Somerset.  Below are a few pictures of the compound; now that we've gotten ourselves somewhat settled, we will do our best to be a little more diligent in our updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/ShGqT05jxrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z1p4tOaDNuA/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337234291005048498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Morgan, which means that we can start exploring other nearby countries.  (You can't leave while the immigration process is in the works, or you have to start over.)  We will be sure to post updates as we finalize our plans, but I expect that we will travel both to Dubai (UAE) and Oman over the next month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've also received confirmation on the delivery date of our container, which will be May 3; we are supposed to finalize the paperwork on our lease in the next day or two and take possession on May 1 (inshallah).  Since we'll no longer be walking distance from work, that means that we'll finally need to break down and get a car, so we hope to rent one this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is a picture of the compound where we are planning to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SfE-F3IjkUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t610MGWmiRk/s1600-h/Riviera+Gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SfE-F3IjkUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t610MGWmiRk/s320/Riviera+Gardens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328108104576110914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-3122230794417744244?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/3122230794417744244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=3122230794417744244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/3122230794417744244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/3122230794417744244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-months-and-counting.html' title='Two months and counting . . .'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SfE-F3IjkUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t610MGWmiRk/s72-c/Riviera+Gardens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-6437371392334605411</id><published>2009-04-18T14:25:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:39:23.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a busy week or so due to tax deadlines, our house hunt, etc., so we've gotten a bit behind in our updates. Last weekend we made a day trip to the desert, which was the first time Ella &amp;amp; I had left Doha since our arrival on February 23. Our driver picked us up at 9:00 sharp and drove us south of Doha to Sealine Resort, where we left the paved road and went dune bashing. To the uninitiated, dune bashing involves taking a capable 4 x 4 (the Toyota Land Cruiser is the vehicle of choice) with the tires partially deflated into the desert and driving at high speeds up and down the sand dunes. For anyone who enjoys a good roller coaster ride (I do), it's great fun, but it is not for the faint of heart or anyone with a weak stomach. The video clip at the bottom will give you an idea of what it's like, although it certainly won't convey the full effect. (Disclaimer: it's best to watch the video with the sound at a high volume to hear the revving engine, but I accept no responsibility for the choice of music that is playing in the background. Our driver was very skilled at off-road driving, but I can't say we share his taste in music.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours of dune bashing, we took a break to swim in the Inland Sea, which separates Qatar from Saudi Arabia, and then went to the tour company's camp site for a leisurely lunch in their tents. Here are a few photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SeteRiAVErI/AAAAAAAAADk/xyDI-TXEbNs/s1600-h/Morgan+on+camel+(edited).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326454639574717106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SeteRiAVErI/AAAAAAAAADk/xyDI-TXEbNs/s320/Morgan+on+camel+%28edited%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SeokQKZ31QI/AAAAAAAAADM/gq_9wZgO_j8/s1600-h/Ella+&amp;amp;+Morgan+at+Inland+Sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326109369408410882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SeokQKZ31QI/AAAAAAAAADM/gq_9wZgO_j8/s320/Ella+%26+Morgan+at+Inland+Sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Seofk2wLaGI/AAAAAAAAADE/6OFoGDb9hJ4/s1600-h/Ella+&amp;amp;+Morgan+at+desert+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326104227352373346" style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Seofk2wLaGI/AAAAAAAAADE/6OFoGDb9hJ4/s320/Ella+%26+Morgan+at+desert+camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Seom8vLBgFI/AAAAAAAAADc/tBdpTv0lmhw/s1600-h/Ella+&amp;amp;+Morgan+in+desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326112334215741522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Seom8vLBgFI/AAAAAAAAADc/tBdpTv0lmhw/s320/Ella+%26+Morgan+in+desert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SeterlQtNxI/AAAAAAAAADs/2xjVsj9448k/s1600-h/Handstand+on+the+dunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326455087125313298" style="DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SeterlQtNxI/AAAAAAAAADs/2xjVsj9448k/s320/Handstand+on+the+dunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend also has been a busy one. I took Morgan to a movie Friday afternoon to give Ella a break from mommy duties, which was nice for Morgan and me, too. While we were at the mall, we ran into Morgan's new friend Yasmine, an eight-year-old who just moved into our building and attends Morgan's school. Yasmine's mom offered to take Morgan to the movies with them last night, so Ella &amp;amp; I had an impromptu date night and had our first dinner alone in at least three or four months. We went to The Spice Market, a new pan-Asian restaurant in the W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hotel across the street from the Somerset. The food was very good, and more than anything, we enjoyed being able to sit down with a bottle of wine and have a nice leisurely meal without that little person (as lovable as she is) constantly asking if we were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went back to the InterContinental for their Friday brunch again, this time with Morgan's new friend Yasmine, my colleague Bertrand (with whom I'd worked years ago in another job), and his wife and kids, who are visiting from Paris for the next three weeks. We took full advantage of the buffet (none of us left hungry), which had a nice mix of cuisines, from French to Italian to Lebanese to Chinese to Japanese, to name a few. After lunch we spent a couple of hours hanging out beside and in the pool, and enjoyed watching Morgan have a good time with her new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest news for the week is that we've found a house. It's in a complex called Riviera Gardens that is close to Morgan's school and shouldn't be more than a 20-25 minute drive to my office at rush hour, which means it may wind up being a 15-minute drive by the time I come home most evenings. We are scheduled to take possession on May 1, and will be posting more details in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-494ea55994638bca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D494ea55994638bca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FB3552A69663C73F76008171B50EF7AEAB6CB9E.7CF7F24B78796D40157A3205E78D3F2DF590ED34%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D494ea55994638bca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmdzdVxycMETw76jJWTgcsSXKVVU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D494ea55994638bca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FB3552A69663C73F76008171B50EF7AEAB6CB9E.7CF7F24B78796D40157A3205E78D3F2DF590ED34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D494ea55994638bca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmdzdVxycMETw76jJWTgcsSXKVVU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-6437371392334605411?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=494ea55994638bca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/6437371392334605411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=6437371392334605411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/6437371392334605411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/6437371392334605411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SeteRiAVErI/AAAAAAAAADk/xyDI-TXEbNs/s72-c/Morgan+on+camel+%28edited%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-7223153610555829345</id><published>2009-04-08T12:20:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:29:04.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where exactly are we, anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you don't understand him and he don't die young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He'll probably just ride away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, if I had more advanced blogging skills like our new friend and fellow expat blogger Sybil (http://qatariadventures.blogspot.com/), I would have figured out a way to play some Willie for this post. Since that's not the case, I'll just ask you to imagine “Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys” playing in the background--for reasons you'll soon understand, I couldn't shake the above verse after my experience last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you stateside, LuLu is a chain of supermarkets, hypermarkets, department stores, and shopping centers in the Middle East. We made it last weekend to the LuLu hypermarket in Doha, which consists of a sprawling supermarket on the main floor, a beauty salon (ladies only, with fully covered windows to make the point), an abaya shop, an arcade, a travel agency, a post office branch, a coffee shop, and other stores, and a department store upstairs with everything from flat-screen TVs to washing machines to underwear to shoes. To cater to the Indian population, there is a whole room devoted to saris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just out of curiosity, I walked through the men's clothing department while Ella &amp;amp; Morgan looked at kids' clothes. It's not someplace I'll do a lot of shopping—the quality appeared to be somewhere between that of Wal-Mart and the dollar store—but I couldn't resist breaking the rules and taking the following photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SdzWF1Zke1I/AAAAAAAAACs/iJelnJGaMqo/s1600-h/P1010347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SdzWF1Zke1I/AAAAAAAAACs/iJelnJGaMqo/s320/P1010347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364255367101266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're seeing what you think you're seeing: a whole section of “American” belts. I laughed out loud when I came across this, because this isn't the kind of thing I'm used to seeing even in DC, much less Doha. (Back home in the Ozarks, that's another story!) Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out exactly whom the store is trying to cater to, but now we know where to shop for any good ole boys on our Christmas list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-7223153610555829345?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/7223153610555829345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=7223153610555829345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/7223153610555829345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/7223153610555829345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-exactly-are-we-anyway.html' title='Where exactly are we, anyway?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SdzWF1Zke1I/AAAAAAAAACs/iJelnJGaMqo/s72-c/P1010347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-8597708851317424908</id><published>2009-04-01T12:34:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:09:07.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your response, Aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I was chatting on the phone with one of my oldest and dearest friends--as hard as it is to believe, we've known each other for over 30 years. Having known each other for so long, it's unusual for either of us to ask a question that stumps the other, but this time it happened in the form of a pretty innocuous question: "What has surprised you the most about living in Qatar"? I stammered for a few seconds and gave a response that was clearly not satisfactory to me or Aaron; I don't even remember what I said, but I think it was a banal observation about the availability of Western goods, which hadn't actually been surprising at all since I had seen the variety of shopping here when I came in October for my job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to myself, we'd been so engrossed in all of the details of daily life here--everything from finding out where to get our blood typed in order to get our residence permits to shopping for PE uniforms for Morgan to looking for decent pizza--that I hadn't been able to step back and reflect on it all. The question started me thinking, and I finally have an answer: the thing that has surprised me the most about living here has been the extent to which religion permeates every aspect of daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By way of example, the annual report of my employer, Qtel, starts off with the following: "In the name of Allah, most gracious, most merciful." It's hard to imagine seeing that in the annual report of a publicly-traded American company. It's even harder to imagine a company back home (apart from one with a clearly religious focus) that devotes several hundred feet of floor space to a prayer room, but Qtel does and I understand that this is pretty commonplace. Each shopping mall has prayer rooms, segregated by gender, and public restrooms contain basins for ritual foot-washing (they look a lot like bidets). And of course, you can't spend much time here without hearing the call to prayer, which happens six times per day. Not long ago, you would only hear it over the loudspeakers on the minaret of your local neighborhood mosque. Since it's impossible to hear the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;muezzin &lt;/span&gt;perform the call to prayer at a nearby mosque from inside a large, air-conditioned shopping mall, and shopping is the unofficial national pastime, the malls all pipe the call to prayer in through their sound systems as shown in the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things above are a few of the most visible reflections of the role that Islam plays here, but there are more subtle indicators, too. For example, when a Muslim talks about a future event, such as "let's have lunch tomorrow," the statement is typically accompanied by "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;inshallah&lt;/span&gt;" (God willing). I also wonder to what extent the view that everything is in God's hands may explain other things such as the "carefree" attitude (to put it nicely) that the locals take toward road safety. (At least they are consistent--they show the same lack of concern for their own children riding unbuckled on their laps in the front seats of their Land Cruisers as for the passengers in other cars that they cut off and tailgate.) It may be a stretch to tie the two together, but I'm not sure it's totally unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this answers your question, Aaron, albeit belatedly, and I hope it gives anyone else who reads this some food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e59899a48a51d71" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e59899a48a51d71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26208A3DC1833483EA6035046C3DB979C984AA18.575ED2BC2B11D41DB9E01579F017F8F3D00E1CB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e59899a48a51d71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9pa0LynJVjp5vyjZmlD3HJg6wh4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e59899a48a51d71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331680364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26208A3DC1833483EA6035046C3DB979C984AA18.575ED2BC2B11D41DB9E01579F017F8F3D00E1CB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e59899a48a51d71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9pa0LynJVjp5vyjZmlD3HJg6wh4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-8597708851317424908?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e59899a48a51d71&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/8597708851317424908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=8597708851317424908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/8597708851317424908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/8597708851317424908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-response-aaron.html' title='Your response, Aaron'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-670688171107546876</id><published>2009-03-24T14:01:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:34:26.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Steve here.  As the title suggests, we've passed a few milestones over the past week or so that I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago Monday, I became the first one of us to celebrate a birthday here in Doha.  At the suggestion of a colleague, we went to the Four Seasons, which happens to be next door to Qtel, and ate at their casual outdoor restaurant.  It was a perfect evening to be outside--temperatures in the low 70s, comfortable humidity, and a slight breeze coming off the bay that was perhaps 50 yards from our table.  We could just make out the the Museum of Islamic Art in the distance, across the calm waters.  It was a good meal, and I enjoyed being in one of the few restaurants in the country that is allowed to serve alcohol.  To top off the evening, Morgan and Ella surprised me with a nice birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked the end of our first month in Doha, which has flown by.  Today we reached a couple more milestones; I completed yet another immigration formality by getting my Qatari driver's license, and Ella &amp;amp; Morgan received their family visas so that they can now begin the process of getting their residency permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most exciting news--to us, anyway--is that we officially kicked off our house hunt this past weekend even though it's about a month until the ship with our belongings is scheduled to arrive.  It looks like we've found the neighborhood where we will live--it's a brand-new development north of central Doha that will be an easy drive both to Qtel and to Morgan's school. The development has nicer amenities than many others, and the grounds are beautiful.  (I can't describe how refreshing it was to be surrounded by lush green grass and tropical plants after living in the dust of central Doha for the past month!)  We will probably check out a few more places, but this neighborhood will be hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close with a few photos from our budding junior photographer.  Yesterday Morgan's class took her second field trip to the desert within a week, this time to a Bedouin camp.  One of the pictures (taken by a classmate, I think) is of Morgan and her new friend Alicia, who is from Australia.  (A short anecdote about Alicia:  The day that Morgan visited the school during our first week here, the teacher assigned Alicia to be Morgan's "buddy" when the class went out in the courtyard to plant some flowers as part of their unit on the environment.  When Alicia spotted Morgan on Morgan's first day of school the following week, Alicia ran to Morgan, hugged her, and said "Hiya, Buddy!"  They have apparently been inseparable at school ever since.)  Another photo is of the traditional coffee pot the Bedouins use, and yes, that is a working TV set in the background.  The last one is pretty self-explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Scks7OtFAMI/AAAAAAAAACU/7mTzgY79MoQ/s1600-h/DSCI0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Scks7OtFAMI/AAAAAAAAACU/7mTzgY79MoQ/s320/DSCI0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316830231158653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SckuVSKXaeI/AAAAAAAAACc/x7NVjjx7gAs/s1600-h/DSCI0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SckuVSKXaeI/AAAAAAAAACc/x7NVjjx7gAs/s320/DSCI0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316831778275027426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SckxSfPQl0I/AAAAAAAAACk/aVTKtNkph1k/s1600-h/DSCI0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/SckxSfPQl0I/AAAAAAAAACk/aVTKtNkph1k/s320/DSCI0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316835028780488514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-670688171107546876?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/670688171107546876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=670688171107546876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/670688171107546876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/670688171107546876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/03/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Scks7OtFAMI/AAAAAAAAACU/7mTzgY79MoQ/s72-c/DSCI0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-283248212859744877</id><published>2009-03-17T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:32:57.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody else out there needing the A/C?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!  Time for our weekly update.  From my perspective, after three weeks now, life is becoming more routine:  work for me, school and gymnastics for Morgan, work for Steve.  Steve's getting all the immigration minutiae settled, now has a local bank account and is working on getting his Qatari driver's license and liquor permit.  Now that his visa is through, I'll have to start mine soon, beginning with a visit to a lab to have my blood typed.  Morgan was one of six Year 3 students selected to accompany the principal to a local beach for trash pickup.  It ties into the school's focus on community service and their current unit of inquiry, which is the environment and concerns about it.  Last week's trip to the desert for the whole class was canceled because of a sandstorm; they'll try again on Thursday or next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, we went to the Intercontinental for brunch on Saturday.  If you've ever been to the Willard in DC for a holiday brunch, the spread is pretty similar, but also included a variety of Middle Eastern mezze and desserts.  For the kids there was a cooking lesson with the pastry chef where they made fruit tarts and later a face painter who turned Morgan into a cheetah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brunch we checked out the Museum of Islamic Art, which just opened in late November.  It stands alone in the bay on a man-made island -- architect I.M. Pei didn't want his creation to become lost in Doha's ever-spreading skyline.  Steve pointed out that this is fourth place we have lived with an I.M. Pei-designed art museum, after Bloomington's IU Art Museum, Paris's Louvre addition and the National Gallery of Art's East Wing.  Just call us Pei groupies.  There are overlapping elements across his body of work, such as the use of glass and angularity, but Pei made sure to add touches to this one that make it part of its surrounding environment.  The museum's collections are well-curated.  I appreciated the early manuscripts, dating back to the 7th century.  Morgan was fascinated by a small jeweled box with diamond and pearl sides and an emerald top.  Steve liked the carpets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R82cwWfI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jc_8_dxo-PI/s1600-h/Morgan+at+MIA.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8qyD-UI/AAAAAAAAABM/iOYjqcXt2og/s1600-h/MIA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8qyD-UI/AAAAAAAAABM/iOYjqcXt2og/s320/MIA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314126556782917954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;Museum of Islamic Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8ZC4JcI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hh0RQLBWE3w/s1600-h/MIA+windows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8ZC4JcI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hh0RQLBWE3w/s320/MIA+windows.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314126552021607874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8bnE3dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wp5n-hrppv4/s1600-h/MIA+cupola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8bnE3dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wp5n-hrppv4/s320/MIA+cupola.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314126552710307282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8C5UqRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QC7ruyAiXeQ/s1600-h/MIA+closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8C5UqRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QC7ruyAiXeQ/s320/MIA+closeup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314126546075953426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-283248212859744877?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/283248212859744877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=283248212859744877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/283248212859744877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/283248212859744877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/03/anybody-else-out-there-needing-ac.html' title='Anybody else out there needing the A/C?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060513359939397759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sb-R8qyD-UI/AAAAAAAAABM/iOYjqcXt2og/s72-c/MIA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-630325583670097896</id><published>2009-03-09T03:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:14:20.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Down, How Many More to Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morgan reminded us this morning that today marks two weeks here, so it's time for an update.  I think everyone's getting more and more settled.  Morgan's having a hard time adjusting her bedtime, though.  School here starts at 7, and she's riding the bus, which means being downstairs at 6:15.  That means getting up with the sun at 5:45, and bedtime should be around 8.  We'll get there, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night after gymnastics we went to check out one of the other big shopping malls in Doha, the Villaggio.  It is patterned after Venice, complete with stucco storefronts, frescoed ceilings and a canal running down the middle with gondolas and gondoliers. That's where more of the American and London High Street stores are:  Gap, Banana Republic, Topshop, etc.  Morgan was excited to see a Claire's.  Limited Too sells Webkinz (some things can't be escaped!). Of course it has the requisite ice rink as well.  We tried TGI Friday's, which was a bit of a letdown (sorry, their beef bacon was not good) and Krispy Kreme doughnuts (not bad).  Steve was excited to see a Virgin Megastore.  He got some more Qatar guidebooks.  Morgan got a movie and Harry Potter and The PHILOSOPHER's Stone (Bloomsbury/UK printing) since we accidentally put her Sorceror's Stone in the shipping container.  She said at first spellings like "neighbour" confused her, and that she knows she'll come back speaking British English (that's what's taught at school, despite the fact that her teacher is also American ...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sbjput6PD7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/NwxnVmG6mUo/s1600-h/Villaggio+hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sbjput6PD7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/NwxnVmG6mUo/s320/Villaggio+hall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312252749290606514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hall near Villaggio's food court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SbjpuRy3ECI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZWCHcqkSsZc/s1600-h/Morgan+by+Villaggio+canal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SbjpuRy3ECI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZWCHcqkSsZc/s320/Morgan+by+Villaggio+canal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312252741743480866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Morgan at the Villaggio canal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the Bay Club at the Intercontinental on Friday.  The weather was great, but Morgan totally freaked out about the flies.  In just the past few days, it has started warming up.  Today it's around 80, warm enough to break a sweat on my walk back from the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SbjpuXDsT2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hv6R1KCtIMs/s1600-h/Intercontinental.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SbjpuXDsT2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hv6R1KCtIMs/s320/Intercontinental.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312252743156256610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Intercontinental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sbjpt2zw16I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ib7sZLIcMrg/s1600-h/doha+skyline+from+IBC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sbjpt2zw16I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ib7sZLIcMrg/s320/doha+skyline+from+IBC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312252734499510178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Doha skyline from the Intercontinental's beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SbjptyVB7KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8uCY-QFTbEc/s1600-h/beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/SbjptyVB7KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8uCY-QFTbEc/s320/beach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312252733296864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;The beach at the Intercontinental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my favorite topic, food.  Overall, I'm impressed with what's available.  We've come up with a short list of things we haven't found:  Hershey bars (though French and Swiss milk chocolate bars are available), plain graham crackers (there's Nabisco cinnamon or McVities digestives), and almond butter.  Some things are ridiculously expensive, but we'll suck it up:  plain Cheerios are $10 a box.  But most other American foods are readily available, particularly junk foods, I'm not proud to say:  Pepsi, Coke, Kraft cheeses, Lays chips, Baskin Robbins ice cream, deli meats.  What I really like is that Europe's a lot closer, so foods imported from there are more readily available and cheaper.  Morgan can get three Kinder Surprise chocolate eggs for about $2; I think I paid $3 for one at Tysons Mall when we finally found them.  One of our favorite drink mixes, sirop, is carried in five flavors and two brands.  I can get limonade (the French fizzy drink kind of like lemon-lime soda but not as sweet).  Twinings teas are about $2 a box. With all the workers from Asia, there's lots and lots of ethnic foods:  one side of one row at Carrefour (the French supermarket in the mall) is just rice, another is Indian spices and curries, another is Filipino and Thai.  There's even a small Mexican section.  For meat you can choose local, Indian or Australia/New Zealand, and produce is imported from everywhere -- China (avoiding that one), Lebanon, Spain, France, US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan had her first playdate on Saturday with a friend from school.  I think school's going well.  She says the homework is hard; I think she is having to think more critically again after not using that skill much for the last year and a half.  We're working on getting her a private tutor for French during the school day.  The rest of her class who are taking French are beginners.  Morgan said she reviewed articles of clothing for the fourth time yesterday.  In PE, she's learning to play cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that the news coverage is broader over here, albeit with a different slant (see the ICC/Bashir story).  I'm reading one of the local papers, The Peninsula, which offers more coverage of the Arab world, India and Asia than US papers do.  It also reprints Financial Times business news.  The building keeps a copy of the International Herald Tribune in the lobby that I flip through in the afternoon while I wait for Morgan's school bus.  Every now and then we catch a few minutes of Al Jazeera, but don't really go out of our way for it.  We also get BBC World News and CNN, and I supplement these with web browsing the online editions of NYT, CNN and the Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close with one observation:  from my perspective, it seems like women who choose abayas and veils could have a free pass on bad hair days.  And why spend tens of thousands of dollars on designer gowns (Dior was among the busier shops in the Villaggio) when almost no one will see them?  At least that's how I see it as an outsider looking in ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-630325583670097896?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/630325583670097896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=630325583670097896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/630325583670097896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/630325583670097896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-weeks-down-how-many-more-to-go.html' title='Two Weeks Down, How Many More to Go?'/><author><name>E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060513359939397759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RE0yKl38g0/Sbjput6PD7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/NwxnVmG6mUo/s72-c/Villaggio+hall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-7157613960125324664</id><published>2009-03-03T11:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:01:01.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First week in Doha</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone. We are starting to get a little bit settled now, so I thought it was time for a quick update. We arrived in Doha last Monday night, February 23, after a long but generally pleasant and uneventful trip. My new employer, Qtel, is putting us up in a serviced apartment just a few blocks from the office and practically across the street from Doha's biggest shopping mall. After just a few days getting our bearings, shopping for the apartment, etc., I started work this past Sunday, March 1. (For those of you not familiar with the Middle East workweek, Qatar and a number of other Gulf countries follow a Sunday-Thursday workweek since Friday is the Muslim holy day.) It took a few days for us to decide on a school for Morgan, but she will be starting classes tomorrow at the International School of London-Qatar. The school follows the International Baccalaureate (IB) curriculum, as does the school in DC that Morgan attended for two years of preschool plus kindergarten. Morgan will be able to continue her progress in French, with 3 1/2 hours of lessons a week (less than she's ever had, but better than nothing); according to a colleague who also has kids at ISLQ, Morgan will also have the chance to study Arabic. Ella has been doing full-time mom duty for the past week but will resume her translation work when Morgan starts school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tasks of settling into the new apartment, preparing Morgan for a new school, and adapting to a new job have consumed most of our time and energy. However, we have managed to get around a little bit--on Friday morning, we attended services held by the Anglican church here in Doha; that afternoon, we took Morgan to visit her new gymnastics program; and Friday night we visited Souq Waqif, a traditional Arabian market with winding passageways lined with shops where merchants peddle wares as diverse as spices, live birds, perfume, rugs, hardware, and baked goods. It was truly a sensory overload, with reminders everywhere that we are far from home--women clad in their black abayas with only their eyes peering out (as well as, in some cases, brightly-colored sneakers or designer dresses peeking out from the bottom of the abayas); men dressed in their traditional white thobes; and customers at the cafes smoking sweet, fruit-flavored tobacco out of their large shishas. Of course, there are plenty of other sights that provide an interesting glimpse of American influence, whether it's a Qatari whizzing down the street in an Escalade, the familiar McDonald's golden arches with the signage entirely in Arabic, the preponderance of American restaurants at the mall (Chili's, Applebee's, KFC, Burger King, McDonald's, Starbucks, and Hardee's, just to name a few), the numerous American movies (albeit slightly censored and with Arabic subtitles) showing at the mall, and American pro wrestling on TV (go figure!). We also made it out to visit the beach club at the Intercontinental Hotel, which we'll likely join--the beaches in Doha are private, and the club at the Intercontinental offers not only a 1/3-mile beach, but also sailing, tennis, and a swim-up bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now, but I'll leave you with a few pictures. The first one shows Morgan, together with her "Flat Stanley" that was a second-grade project back home, above the ice rink at the mall. The second shows Morgan ice skating at the mall across the street. (Funny that she never showed any interest in ice skating until we were preparing to move to the desert, and even funnier that we now have easier access to a skating rink than we had back home!) The last one shows just a tiny fraction of the construction that is all over downtown Doha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sa1nCDl0ciI/AAAAAAAAACI/JH3YK7bovrU/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309012820761014818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sa1nCDl0ciI/AAAAAAAAACI/JH3YK7bovrU/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sa1iYsgQMPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zhzrpzfS6Wk/s1600-h/P1010338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309007712142504178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sa1iYsgQMPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zhzrpzfS6Wk/s320/P1010338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sa1mc6626FI/AAAAAAAAACA/0pfy84jdWbA/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309012182778177618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sa1mc6626FI/AAAAAAAAACA/0pfy84jdWbA/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-7157613960125324664?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/7157613960125324664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=7157613960125324664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/7157613960125324664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/7157613960125324664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-week-in-doha.html' title='First week in Doha'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/Sa1nCDl0ciI/AAAAAAAAACI/JH3YK7bovrU/s72-c/DSC_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-4365282779800334168</id><published>2009-02-09T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:31:42.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this space!</title><content type='html'>Since we've given our URL out to a few friends and family members, we wanted to write a quick update.  After a few delays, things are moving forward on our big move and it looks like we will be flying out of Washington-Dulles on the evening of February 22, arriving in Doha by dinnertime on the 23rd.  We will be staying at the Somerset West Bay (&lt;a href="http://www2.somerset.com/qatar/doha/somerset_west_bay.html?__utma=1.1102985349.1233616078.1234197213.1234214784.3&amp;amp;__utmb=1&amp;amp;__utmc=1&amp;amp;__utmx=-&amp;amp;__utmz=1.1234214784.3.3.utmccn%3D(organic)%7Cutmcsr%3Dgoogle%7Cutmctr%3Dsomerset%2Bwest%2Bbay%7Cutmcmd%3Dorganic&amp;amp;__utmv=-&amp;amp;__utmk=185833642"&gt;http://www2.somerset.com/qatar/doha/somerset_west_bay.html?__utma=1.1102985349.1233616078.1234197213.1234214784.3&amp;amp;__utmb=1&amp;amp;__utmc=1&amp;amp;__utmx=-&amp;amp;__utmz=1.1234214784.3.3.utmccn%3D(organic)%7Cutmcsr%3Dgoogle%7Cutmctr%3Dsomerset%2Bwest%2Bbay%7Cutmcmd%3Dorganic&amp;amp;__utmv=-&amp;amp;__utmk=185833642&lt;/a&gt;) for a few months until we get settled, at which time we will probably move into a "villa" (i.e., townhouse).  The school situation is still up in the air; we've reserved a spot for Morgan at the new French school but are also looking at a new English-speaking international school that would give her the option of 3 1/2 hours per week of native-level French instruction.  The latter has bus service available, which is a huge plus, and Morgan wouldn't get behind in English, although her already-excellent French would no doubt be flawless after some time in the former.  One benefit of the French school is that they teach Arabic to all students, which surprisingly few of the schools in Doha seem to do.  We will keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-4365282779800334168?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/4365282779800334168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=4365282779800334168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4365282779800334168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/4365282779800334168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2009/02/watch-this-space.html' title='Watch this space!'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19221604.post-116639033567322106</id><published>2006-12-17T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:47:54.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/1898/1600/540363/New%20York%20Nov%2006%20008_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/1898/1600/507850/New%20York%20Nov%2006%20030_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/1898/320/475333/New%20York%20Nov%2006%20030_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/1898/1600/97231/New%20York%20Nov%2006%20008_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/1898/1600/81542/New%20York%20Nov%2006%20003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4918/1898/320/67987/New%20York%20Nov%2006%20003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos from our recent trip to New York to see Spamalot. Of course, we had to make the obligatory trip to FAO Schwarz for Morgan to play on the big piano. In the other picture, Morgan is wearing her "fairy wings" at Alice's Tea Cup, a little tea shop on the Upper East Side that we've been to on our past couple of trips to NYC. It's a bit girly for me, but Ella and Morgan (especially Morgan) love it. I have to admit that the food is pretty good, and the tea is excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick word about Spamalot: as longtime Monty Python fans, we loved it, although we were a little disappointed in two respects--first, we had bought tickets just before we learned that the traveling show would be coming to DC; and second, the original cast had left by the time we made it up there. Nonetheless, it was a great mix of classic Python skits and new, made-for-Broadway numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19221604-116639033567322106?l=stevenella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/feeds/116639033567322106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19221604&amp;postID=116639033567322106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/116639033567322106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19221604/posts/default/116639033567322106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenella.blogspot.com/2006/12/trip-to-nyc.html' title='Trip to NYC'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08923946532271907920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_zwhqJc67E/S0cMzvORVCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-z9phpWO7Fo/S220/Steve+profile+pic'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
