Ope, there goes gravity

Ope, there goes gravity

On Friday, 27 November of 2020, Abu Dhabi’s skyline underwent a drastic alteration. This change cannot be described as anything but an erasure, wiping clean a remnant of the past, a reminder of recent economic failures.

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Digital surrogates

Digital surrogates

In consultation with archaeologists, I learned the most practical way of documenting these fragile tablets was through 3D imaging and scanning. These ephemeral objects could be preserved indefinitely in a digital form.

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Boy sees newspapers with Diana's face and learns about death

Boy sees newspapers with Diana's face and learns about death

My father has an obsession. Unlike his addiction to cigarettes, which he has now quit after a heart attack in January 2017, he still orders every printed newspaper on our tiny island home of Bahrain. It is rather surprising, but nevertheless indicative of diverse popular thought and opinions, that there are twelve printed daily newspapers in a country with a population of approximately 1.5 million. The number of people inhabiting my archipelago of just under 300 square miles is never exact and not always true. The area of land is also inaccurate and likely to increase with future land reclamation projects. Half of the dailies are printed in Arabic, two in English, and four in Malayalam.

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The Sound of the Desert

The desert is the setting for an orchestra of the wind. No woods or brass here, the instruments are your ears. Stand facing the oncoming gusts and you are greeted with an almost constant whooshing sound. Stand perpendicular to its direction so that the wind blows into your ear, and the sound is almost completely drowned out, lacking the turbulence and vibrations it caused about your cartilage.

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Dress for the occasion

Dress for the occasion

Recently, as I was searching online for a photo of Princess Diana to print on the front page of this publication, I was disappointed to find that most headlines from August 31, 1997 were extraordinarily ordinary. This was the news story of the decade, and the newspapers had chosen random mainstream media photographs of the princess, or horribly preferred to exclaim in giant letters: “DIANA DEAD”.

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Diamonds are (not) forever...

Diamonds are (not) forever...

On January 21, 1975, Shirley Bassey flew on the inaugural passenger service of the Concorde on a British Airways flight from London to Bahrain.

Whenever I tell people of this YouTube discovery, the reactions are never as enthusiastic as I would like them to be. They are always at least slightly more interested when I explain that Shirley Bassey is best known for singing the legendary James Bond song from the movie “Diamonds Are Forever”.

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A Sixth Sense

A Sixth Sense

I sometimes say that I remember everything, except for the things I don’t. On the one hand there are those memories that are so ingrained in our minds that we refer to them constantly, consciously or subconsciously, and we can easily recount them when needed. I can, for example, remember the trip I took to India last summer. I recall the names of the places I visited and the hard-edged, geometric sunburns I had around my arms and neck a week later. On the other hand there are memories, or perhaps it is more accurate to describe them as details within memories, that I do not remember, yet when pieced together they trigger long submerged recollections to be summoned from the depths.

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A lonely artifact at the Met

A lonely artifact at the Met

I wish my brain was catalogued the way the collection at the Met is. A simple keyword search permits access to all the known information regarding any object within their collection, which amounts to over 2 million objects. As I was planning for a two-day trip to New York to see William Kentridge’s The Head and the Load, I searched for any interesting shows online. One exhibition caught my eye. Everything is Connected: Art and Conspiracy was up at the Met Breuer. Everyone loves a conspiracy, and I am no different. Plus, I’ve never been to the Breuer and everyone loves brutalism—right?

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