Monthly Archives: September 2011

There is no demand for redhead babies?

I am not sure whether women find redhead men attractive or not but most men do find redhead women very attractive. The less number of redheads there are the prettier they look. Although redhead women are hot and sexy some people don’t like their child to be a redhead. Have you seen a redhead baby, they are the cutest babies ever.

The world’s largest sperm bank isn’t taking any more donations from men with red hair because demand for redheaded children is relatively low.
“We have nothing against red-haired donors,” Ole Schou, director of Denmark-based Cryos Intl., told “Our stock is about to explode. We have just too many on stock in relation to the demand for the time being.”
Customers that do request redheaded donors are mostly based in Denmark, Germany and Ireland, Schou told the Irish Times.
Given that many of Cryos’ clients are in Spain, Italy and Greece, the company needs more brown-eyed Scandinavians, Mediterraneans and men of other ethnicities as donors, he said. [via CNN]

Watch these two hilarious clips from the Catherine Tate show on BBC about Ginger refuge. Very funny stuff.

Did Google+ fail?

I was one of those very excited and enthusiastic people when Google+ started. I told everyone I know about it. I promote it within my Facebook friends. I wanted everyone to move to Google+. I very much liked the idea of “Circles.” But Google+ failed miserably to attract Facebook users. Furthermore, it failed to keep its users like myself excited about it for the following reasons:

  • A newbie or a business owner can add 4,000 Google+ users in his circles within couple of hours hoping to be added back.
  • Some attention seekers started irritating other users by continuously posting junks.
  • Unlike Facebook and because of the circles feature all posts are impersonal.
  • Instead of writing a concise post or comment some users write long paragraphs.
  • When humans like something they say “like” not “+1”.
  • Posting photos is much slower than in Facebook.
  • Beside the hang out feature, which I never used or going to use, noting significantly new is added.
  • If you can get the original (Facebook) why use an imitation copy (Google+).

There are much more bad things about Google+ but this is a quick list. To be fair, the blame is not only on Google+ it is also on those users who don’t know how to use social media by just posting links of articles they didn’t read, animated pictures circulated 1000 of times, stupid videos, and just pure junk.

It seems Google+ is another unsuccessful Google project.

I have to say sorry to Facebook because I doubted you.

Living in America: Goodwill

Goodwill can be considered the department store for the poor and I think because of the current bad economy it is also for the middle-class families as well. All items sold are used or secondhand. It is the equivalent to Baleh in Jordan. I don’t go there very often. But I heard from a friend who goes there almost everyday hunting for good deals that you can find cheap electronics or gadgets for very cheap prices. Today, I went there just for looking but I bought few items with a bargain price.

Goodwill parking lot
Neat and organized aisles
Big changing rooms
Glassware. Some are made in England and Italy and the rest you know where they came from
Used DVDs, VHS cassettes, and books
All sort of clothes
Making it easier to donate clothes
My hunt: Two Delco cups for 50 cents each (Sold for more than $30 a cup elsewhere), two bamboo baskets and one glass vase (excluding the flower bouquet) for $3 each.
They have their own plastic bags with their logo printed on
Since goods sold are secondhand no tax is added to the purchase

Picture America: Squirrels

Squirrels are my favorite animals. These little cuties bring smile to my face and joy to my heart whenever I see one. I like watching them. Here in Missouri they are everywhere. I see them daily during the summer. Unfortunately, they disappear (hibernate) in winter.

Here comes another stupid with a camera. Those humans!
How about this pose?
I don’t have time for you. Where are the nuts?
Hahaha…Got nut!
Feels Like I am on top of the world. Nuts grow on trees. What more do I need from life. Life is beautiful!
Why those humans always indoor? Don’t they want to enjoy whatever left of summer?

Delivering news, consolation and cancer

Warning! This post is not suitable for children.

When I was about 13 year old, he kidnapped a family friend. She was a mother of three; the eldest was a 10 year-old girl. At that time I was too young for my parents to explain to me who kidnapped our Egyptian friend. I liked her a lot because she used to ask me how to make her kids love reading like me. In addition, knowing how much I like macaroni béchamel she used to make one whenever they invited us for dinner. “I made this especially for Malik” she used to say. Before she passed away she had a surgery to remove a breast, to become better I was told.

It turned out the kidnapper has a name but Arab women never say his name out of fear and/or superstition. They refer to him by a pronoun like “that disease” or other names but never by his real name. That is, Cancer. He or it –whatever you think of him or it– is considered the human evil or the monster.

Years later, when I was in my early twenties I cried a lot while attending a twenty something friend’s burial. He was also kidnapped by “that disease.” Two years ago I drove along with a group of people for five hours to bury my friend’s wife and mother of four in her home town. I couldn’t hug her children because I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want them to see me shed tears. I am the worst person when it comes to comforting or conveying consolation to someone especially to children. What should I say to a 7 year old girl who lost her mother? Is there anything to say to make things easier for her?

Two weeks ago, I met someone at the masjid who I have not seen for quite some time. I know he was in Europe during the summer. While hugging him he politely pushed me away. I jokingly said “do you have sun burns on your back?” I was thinking of the European beaches. He smiled, but his smile was somehow not natural it looked pretended. He told me that he had an operation last week and stopped talking. I kept silent and didn’t ask him what was the operation for. But I think he wanted me to ask. After a moment of silence, he opened up and told me in almost a whispering voice that he has cancer. I wasn’t sure I heard him clearly but at the same time I didn’t want him to repeat what he said. My tongue failed me very badly again. I didn’t utter a word or maybe I did. I don’t remember what I said but I am sure it was something stupid. This just turned 60 year old man has the look and body of a fit man in his 40s and the spirit of 20 something man. He is the most athletic person I have met. When you look at him you will definitely cut off 10 or 15 years from his real age. He is a motorbike rider, a certified soccer referee and won couple of Karate competitions when he was younger.

After he told me about his cancer, we went inside to pray Isha. I forgot about my problems and prayed for him. After the prayer, I looked for him and tried to comfort him. I was more articulate this time, I chose my words carefully. It turned out I was one of very few people he told. He explained in detail what his disease is. I learned about his chemotherapy treatment, hospital schedules, losing hair, red and white cells, and whatnot. While he was talking, I was listening and nodding my head. I wasn’t sure if I should just listen or ask questions. I wasn’t sure what will make him more comfortable. We departed with an intention to call him in few days but I didn’t. I should call him tomorrow and ask him to go out with me.

Seven years ago when I came to this city I used to break my fast during Ramadan in the Masjid, daily. He used to be there as well. He was the first person I made friendship with during my first Ramadan here. Every day after we break our fast we both used to walk in the downtown to digest the food while waiting for Isha prayer. I hope he get the strength, patient, hope and most importantly faith to face this God created monster.

I don’t think people in general are prepared to say the right thing in such situations. Even the people who we are suppose to find comfort talking to or find an answer with, our religion scholars, fail miserably to explain things. Some of them will tell us it will wash off one’s sins. Others will say it is a test from God. I am not sure which one is suppose to comfort the mother of a 5 year old boy with cancer or even worse explain to the kid why he has cancer.

It is a losing game to try to understand or find a reason for why Allah created this monster that chooses his victims regardless of gender, age, or life style.

Many times I find people with a fatal disease comfortable talking about their illness more than their close relatives. They usually are more courageous facing death than the healthy ones. Maybe because when one is closer to death the closer to reality he or she becomes.

Although, there is still no cure for cancer yet but there are successful treatments. This success is shown through cancer survivors. They are a living proof of miracles. It is Allah’s way to show us that miracles do happen every day. A cancer survivor is a miracle created by the well of God for the sake of the patient and for the sake of everyone else. Allah chose those individuals to teach us that one should never lose hope and faith.

Mizzou Homecoming turns 100

Each year, thousands of students, alumni and friends “come home” to celebrate the tradition of Homecoming.

Homecoming is an annual tradition of the United States. People, towns, high schools and colleges come together, usually in late September or early October, to welcome back alumni and former residents. The tradition of Homecoming has its origins in alumni football games held at colleges and universities since the mid-19th century. Many schools lay claim to having the first Homecoming, but several seem to have the strongest claims. The NCAA, Trivial Pursuit, and Jeopardy! give the title to the University of Missouri’s 1911 football game during which alumni were encouraged to attend. It was the first annual homecoming centered around a parade and a football game.[Wikipedia]

Watch below University of Missouri alumnus Sheryl Crow welcomes Mizzou’s Alumni: