Monday, January 25, 2010

Dubai (Not Abu Dhabi)

I have a tendency to visit places I don’t know much about, and Dubai was no exception. (Ignorance evidenced by my accidently booking a ticket to Abu Dhabi, another city in the United Arab Emirates that happens to share many of the same letters).


What I learned:

The UAE is (somewhat arbitrarily) comprised of seven city-states or emirates, each governed as an absolute monarchy by a ruler or shiek. The local government is determined by the respective shiek, which is why alcohol is allowed in Dubai while prohibited in several of the other emirates. Dubai has the largest population and the second-largest geography, behind the capital Abu Dhabi.

Arabic is the official language of Dubai while English is the lingua franca. However, Hindi, Urdu and other Asian languages are often spoken due to the largest immigrant population, with the largest groups from India and Pakistan. Likewise, there is a large non-Muslim population, although Islam is the state religion, explaining the rise of the burkini.


Life is good for the native Emirati, who make up less than 20% of the population in Dubai; the shiek provides them with a free apartment, healthcare, and education. Life is not so hot for the immigrants, who receive no such assistance and provide cheap labor for the multitude of construction projects in the city. It is unclear just how exploited the laborers are. On one hand, the “underclass” works in difficult conditions for little pay, and the media has reported indentured servant horror stories. On the other hand, Dubai provides jobs for immigrants that otherwise may be unemployed in their native countries, and entire villages in Indian and Pakistan are financed through remittances.


In both the private and public sphere, Dubai is filled with airbrushed images of the smiling shiek, Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum. (You just get an un-airbrushed image of a smiling me.) The blatant propaganda/reverence combined with the endless skyline gives Dubai a futuristic, shiny and slightly creepy vibe. In a city comprised mostly of immigrant laborers, I only felt the presence of an underclass when I was driving to the airport at 6 AM and the highway was jammed with school-buses carrying workers to their jobs. Many construction workers live in the building on which they are working because it is too inefficient and/or dangerous to leave when their shift is over.

Unlike Abu Dhabi, Dubai doesn’t have a natural resource (oil) to support the economy and instead relies entirely on tourism and commerce. Given the macro-economic environment, Dubai has occupancy rates of ~20% and many construction projects are in limbo. However, I cannot imagine the city “brimming” even in a good economic environment. There is literally too much infrastructure built or in the process of being built.


I agree with Amitabh: I would short Dubai.

More pics and stories to follow shortly.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

D&L’s Excellent Adventure (As Expressed Through Poor Poetic Verse)

The Good

Communism is red
Lake Balaton is blue
Deane and Luke like langos
Almost as much as I do.




The Bad

Communism is red
Gellert Baths aren’t exactly blue
Deane doesn’t like secondhand smoke
There was nothing we could do.


The Ugly

Communism is red
This is a ditty
Although CafĂ© Godot wasn’t open
I’m guessing Goomba wasn’t pretty.


Visit To Statue Park

There once was a man named Lenin
Who sent Europe into a tailspin
After the fall of the wall
His statue not small
Was moved to exile next to Stalin





Friday, January 8, 2010

Good Morning Sunshine

I was excited this morning to find the two blogs I follow most closely collide over my favorite subject: Penelope Trunk gave a critique of Gretchen Rubin’s recent book “The Happiness Project".

Nothing in Penelope’s post was too revolutionary – happiness is contagious and being actively aware of and interested in your own happiness increases happiness – but it did spark an interesting debate: are being interested in your life and being happy with your life mutually exclusive?

Penelope says it is; people are drawn toward either happiness or interestingness at the expense of the other.

I disagree, as evidenced by the disparate subjects of my two favorite blogs (happiness; intentionally provocative career advice). It all boils down to one’s definition of happiness.

I can see how the two could be mutually exclusive if you define happiness as contentment. You have a comfortable, relatively happy life in Boston but you get antsy and move to another country because you want to experience new things. Once you arrive there, you meet many interesting people whom you never would have met had you stayed in Boston, see places you never knew existed, and get a kick out of the bizarre language, food, and customs. At the same time, you decidedly are not content. You accidentally shoplift. You have superficial relationships with your coworkers. You are homesick.

But if your definition of happiness permits being uncomfortable and confused, then you still can be happy. Although not necessarily content.

Many people admit in retrospect they were happiest during a journey to achieve a goal. And I would think journeys are interesting - as long as they are to pursue something you care about.

Perhaps this is all rationalization about choices I have made, but it seems very dangerous to think life cannot be both happy and interesting.

And for the record, this is my third favorite blog. So perhaps I shouldn’t draw too many conclusions from my blog preferences.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Best Hungarian-English Pluralisms

Pluralizing words in English often makes no sense. Why in the world do I drink beer (plural) but have a few beers?

Not exactly acing my own Hungarian lessons, I can imagine how difficult it is for Hungarians to learn English and deal with our random grammar rules. But it still is funny to hear slip-ups ever so often. My favorite common plural "mistakes" are:

Shrimps
"I love little shrimps in my fajita." -Iguana Bar & Grill, Budapest

Fruits
"...identifying low-hanging fruits." -Every board presentation I have ever worked on

Monthies
"How many monthies have you lived in Budapest?" -Co-worker

Testicles
"Relax your testicles." -Govinda Yoga Instructor
(OK, so this one was a complete mistake; I think she meant tendons or muscles or something but she mentioned "relaxing our testicles" throughout the entire 1.5 hour class.)

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Holiday Recap

Per tradition we began Christmas Eve with a visit to Bob's Diner in Millis. Uncle Jay looks is unhappy because the kitchen was unable to make his first request; he was later satiated with a Bob's Big Breakfast.


Next year we need to go after 11 AM to take advantage of Bob's deep fryer.


We returned home to continue cookie decorating and, in a bout of clairvoyance, I adorned Rondo with holiday-inspired shoes. However, unlike Donny Marshall, I did not criticize Rondo for wearing them.


Is there anything more beautiful than a heaping pile of Little Nasties?


We all agreed Olivia (black one) got shafted on her holiday frock, so Mom & I rectified the situation at TJ Maxx the following Saturday.


Feliz Navidad.


Uncle Jay gave an animated fireside reading of Mom's annual Christmas (4-page news)letter.


The pile of clothes on Dad's left likely first will be worn...around 2018.


We had a delicious Christmas brunch. This photo will be included in Mama Bochicchio's Holiday Recipes book slated for publication Summer 2010.


Blast from the Past - Mama and Papa Bochicchio's New Jersey Christmas 1982. (Who are those blonde-haired, blue-eyed children?)


Grandma, Aunt Anne-Marie & Uncle Tony.


Again, how many sets of children did my parents have before my sisters and I?


I love this picture. Typically Dad reserves this level of concentration only for Yankees games legal briefs.


Awwww...Christmas dresses. Now only the dogs sport them.


Kara and Krista both sporting Mogley-esque haircuts.



In related news, Nina's fab bf Jeff gave her a flip video for xmas.
Nina, Lynettey & the Fam threw a Christmas / welcome-back-from-The-Pest party on Sunday.