Twentysomething

It's not that I care what you all do, it's just that I have to be subjected to walking retards dressed in oversized parkas and too short pants and well, where have all the girls gone?

Beyond the touts who pester you every three minutes for taxi rides and hotels and 'hey, you want papyrus shop? maybe later?' and camel rides and packaged tours — we got screwed by a tourist police officer!  I'll repeat it. As tourists, we got screwed by tourist officers.

And to the observer?  The pyramids are grand. Put in the right context – historical, mathematical, cultural, architectural, geographical – and they become incredible pieces of human ingenuity.

Two points: The current book that I picked up from a hotel lobby in Cairo is written by a 15 year old boy. 15 years!  I have loved fantasy books since I was a dork in elementary school, and Eragon certainly has the markings of a good (if not somewhat

Or maybe we think interestingness comes from the interests themselves.  I may not be into photography that much, but if I keep up with the photography blogs and social networks and e-mags, it can seem like that I really am into photography.

But then, we talked, out of bored neccessity. It trickled, then flowed, then swelled. "America?" Edan asked.  "How many women are there in American? I hear there are many."  Then moments later, "No tell me, forget the Mexicans and others, how many Americans?"