Maya's Amalgam » road http://mayazankoul.com Tue, 31 Aug 2010 08:21:00 +0000 en hourly 1 Ode to Municipal Elections http://mayazankoul.com/2010/05/03/ode-to-municipal-elections/ http://mayazankoul.com/2010/05/03/ode-to-municipal-elections/#comments Sun, 02 May 2010 23:44:11 +0000 maya zankoul http://mayazankoul.com/?p=3616
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    Ode to Municipal Elections

    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

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    Ode to Municipal Elections: On a breezy April morning, just like a divine call The holes where my car was accustomed to fall Suddenly disappeared, all On that same [once un]fortunate path That used to host drivers' wrath Flamboyant roundabouts have blossomed Midst this jolly festival I ask myself: what the h##l? Must be municipal elections already! Maybe we should make them yearly? For road adjustments more regularly!

    I hope you like my poem. I felt like writing it to express my amazement at the latest road adjustments in Jounieh. Note that this is freestyle poetry so don’t judge the rhymes or syllables :P

    Now for the true poetry, here’s Ella Fitzgerald singing ‘Ev’ry time we say goodbye!’ Have a beautiful week! :-)

    1-01 Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye



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    The return of the kamikaze

    Remember when I told you about the kamikaze phenomenon about a year ago?

    click here The return of the kamikaze

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    Well, I witnessed a highly enhanced version of it. On Dora highway. Which proves that our population is getting more and more enlightened.

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    Presenting.. the kamikaze family! "Yalla mama, when I say go, we run!"

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    Mother and children crossing highway

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    .Mother pauses in middle of highway, wondering whether she should grab the papers dropped by her son. Cars around start panicking.

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    .They eventually crossed the road. And the boy cried for his papers.

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    .When will people wake up and smell the hazard of walking through a highway?

    I was horrified to see a whole family crossing the highway (autostrade) by foot!! What was the mother thinking? Has common sense disappeared from humanity? She even had a “thinking break” right in the middle of the highway to contemplate whether she should take the papers dropped by her little kid! Suicidal! This is just beyond my understanding, and the scene has been replaying in my head for the last two days. It was that disturbing and does not make sense to me. Thought I’d start the week with some road awareness, we can never get enough of that! Road idiocy is born with humans apparently.

    Here’s a song to brighten up your day by my very adored Nick Drake. “Time has told me”. And check the lyrics for extra beauty.

    Have a lovely week! :)


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    Freestyle slalom

    It's the season for... Freestyle Slalom!

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    Maya appears in full ski outfit and holding ski sticks

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    Let's do this thing! Maya puts on ski glasses

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    Our challenge today is to cross the 2 km from home to highway WITHOUT hitting the obstacles

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    The obstacles: 1- potholes (or "joora" for the experts)

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    Obstacle 2: fixed potholes! (or "mtabb" for the pros)

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    .Car shown from top view crossing road full of pothole. Depending on combination of pothole in an area, it is tagged "difficulty level 1 or 2" or even "oops... trap!"

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    .Success! (car crosses ribbon)

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    .What can I say? Living a video-game-life is such fun!

    And here’s how the daily pothole-crossing phenomenon is turned into fun! Any volunteers to turn this into a video or flash game? :P Oh and by the way, I’ve never skied in my life and don’t intend to learn :D Hope you all have a beauuuutiful Monday, and here’s another jazzy song by Lisa Ekdahl whose music has been making my days sweeter. “My Heart Belongs to Daddeh!” Enjoy :)


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