HeyJaredBregje van Baaren
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Menu-pause, the grey table and the gym (opens the original)
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"Anxious, happy, anxious, content, happy, anxious, sad, confused, happy," Hollywood actor Steve Buscemi said when asked about his state of mind. Navigating a sea of overlapping emotions, all at once. We know the feeling. Or at least, I do, including feeling guilty about it. “I think you are in menu-pause, mama,” I am told as we are eating our pasta with cherry tomatoes while sitting opposite each other at the decades-old dining table in the living room. The air smells like Parmesan cheese, garli
Afternoon murmurs from Muscat’s chic Manhattan (opens the original)
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“Donald was the name of her orange cat. That was a bit creepy,” I chatter to my friend about my late father’s girlfriend as we sit at a large shared-with-strangers table at the bohemian No Name Café. Despite being located in the posh-ish Madinat Qaboos residential area, basically Muscat’s version of Manhattans Upper East Side, the café itself gives me déjà vu of a comfortable living room I have been to in either Brussels, Amsterdam, or Paris. It is a late, hot Wednesday afternoon, after school a
AI anonymous... I am fine, Dr Flattery Phil 2.0 (opens the original)
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Dear EcoGPT, hi. It would be weird to ask you, "Salaam Alaikum, what's up?" Granted, many people may treat AI assistants as their not-so-private digital diaries or even as their unforgetting, overly agreeable chatbot besties that talk back. Still, you are not human and do not have a wellbeing, so why should one ask you how have you been? I am not trying to be rude to you, dear chatbottie. I actually prefer to stay polite, partly just in case you or your less green AI buddies might rule the world
Landlines and pyramids (opens the original)
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“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born,” I once read in one of the diaries of the French-Cuban-American writer Anaïs Nin. I suddenly found myself thinking of that beautiful quote while feeling privileged to have had access to authors like Nin from a relatively young age. The other day, over a bad cup of coffee, a Russian fellow mum and immigrant my age in Muscat pulled a heavy book by Marcel Prou
Mami's memory lane... (opens the original)
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“Bye, Beach. I love you, too,” she said to me the other day. Calling me a beach. I guess the unintended mix-up could have been worse, and I decide it is close enough to Breg, the short form of my actual name. I smile back while holding her delicate, jewellery-adorned hand to kiss its soft back. That same hand that once raised children, prepared meals, and built a business. She suddenly looks vulnerable. Every weekend, this Queen sits in her favourite left corner of her maroon-coloured sofa, a fa
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