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Russia: Views on Blogging 

a small portrait of this author Veronica Khokhlova · 22:50
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In a recent newspaper interview, writer Dmitry Bykov said this (RUS) about bloggers:

Anyone who has a LiveJournal or any other blog is a person with an obvious psychological pathology.

Gallery owner Marat Guelman (LJ user galerist) responded (RUS) to Bykov's harsh judgment on his blog:

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Haven't there been diaries in the pre-Internet age? Diaries whose authors knew that they'd be published? I, for example, have always been interested in reading diaries more than in reading fiction. Diaries and letters. In the late 1970s, I read plenty of diaries. Volumes. I got reconciled with the “classics” - that they tortured us with at school - only through reading diaries. Tolstoy's diaries (and not his “War and Peace”) have changed me completely. At all times, reading someone else's diary was a special pleasure. And leaving one's own on the table, for others to read it.

And the feel of authenticity? A diary ([LJ friends' feed]) is more brutal than some literature. It's not [Stanislavsky System] or some realism [faking life smoothly] - but life itself. Without hidden seams. Without literary and linguistic embellishments.

The revival of correspondence because of email and of a diary because of blogs is the most important factor in the development of literature - because it's not some “innovation” like sms-poetry […]. It's the civilization's key genre since antiquity.

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Below are some of the comments to this post - and more views on what blogging is and isn't:

imperator_wawa:

I agree and think that LJ is even broader in all senses, and diaries and memoirs have always been more interesting, too, exactly because of their authenticity, and the chance they gave to look at the author and his life by myself […]

pavel_zhagun:

A chance to put down events and thoughts of the present moment that others can read about is perhaps one of the most archaic human needs, which has its roots in childhood: words and texts written on the fences and walls are of the same nature… “diaries” are an already cultured, perfected form of narration, and that they are “hidden” means there are some “secrets” and “mysteries” - which appeals to the reader more than other literary experiments.

warsh:

The thing is, a diary is what's kept in our notebook or on our hard drive. LJ is a mass medium.

iguanart:

How about “album diaries” of the [Aleksandr Pushkin] times? A tradition to leave traces in other people's albums in the form of poems and drawings? Just scan it - and you've got an LJ…

rikrok:

I've been thinking recently about what LJ is. And I realized that it is, in a way, one of the new forms of communication. And the natural reaction of many people to all new is denial. I think it's a great thing to look for new friends through LJ. Because it's so important to find people who think alike, but how to do this in everyday life? You wouldn't scream at work - PEOPLE, I'M INTERESTED IN THIS AND I'M CONCERNED ABOUT THAT - HELLO!?

There is, of course, the problem of pathological addiction to the internet. And in this way, all of us who read these posts aren't completely normal. But I think there's nothing to stop this collective madness anymore.

mdovzhenko:

In a regular diary, a person communicates with the future readers and doesn't countr on an answer, and this turns some of these diaries into literature. LJ is nothing but an internet chat, in which the interaction is saved as a “diary.” These two things have nothing in common.

buches:

I think Illarionov has made a nice observation that LJ today is what kitchen conversations were then. [“In Soviet years, the kitchen came to represent the one space where privacy could be counted upon, and ‘kitchen conversations’ became a form of passive protest against a repressive totalitarian regime.”]

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Lebanon: Analyzing the By–Election Results 

a small portrait of this author Moussa Bashir · 16:52
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Are you interested in finding out the different interpretations for the results of the by–elections held last week in Lebanon? Then you have to read this week’s round up of the Lebanese blogosphere.

By–elections results

Many bloggers discussed and reported on the by–elections held last week. The elections themselves were a point of controversy. While some saw them as illegal because they were being held without the signature of the President, others believed that they should be held with only one candidate and no contestants since they are supposed to occupy parliamentary seats left vacant due to the assassinations. Some of the parties in the opposition took part in the elections while others abstained. The elections were held and the results are out and can be found on any news site. The reactions to the way the elections were held and to the results were diverse. Some of these reactions are mentioned here:

Jamal’s Propaganda looked at the aftermath of the elections and highlighted what he saw as an ugly manifestation of racism and sectarianism in the speeches that followed the elections and the declaration of the results:

In a country where there is a constant battle of what is and isn’t true, and who is true and who is truly an inconvenience. Yesterday was a full display of the true nastiness of our society. Lebanese raceo-sectarianism reached unprecedented lows; which says much considering this country was a stage for a fifteen year bloody sectarian war.

It wasn't just Amin Gemayyel who in keeping up with family tradition found a new group of people to direct his hate at. When your hate mongering towards Syrians, Palestinians, Arabs, Muslims, Sunnis, Shia runs out of steam; a new channel must be created. Also, why let the people of the southern suburbs bear all the brunt of condescending speech, let the intruders of the northern suburbs share the load. So take “them” out, and Gemayyel is victorious in the Metn Mountains where the true Christians reside. Sadly, many of the electoral reform scenarios circulated would encourage the Gemayyel school of thought.

Two of the bloggers posted interviews with the two prominent opposition candidates who were contesting the pro-government candidates in the elections:

Journalist Taylor Long interviewed Beirut opposition candidate Ibrahim Halabi for the Lebanese Political Journal. The interview included the reason why Halabi is running against the pro–government candidate as well as the inner workings of his campaign and of the political party (Harkat as-Sha’ab) of which he is a member:

Given the immense amount of coverage of the Metn by-elections compared to the dearth of coverage of the Beirut elections, this article presents a unique glimpse into opposition operations.

Harald Doornbos posts an interview with Kamil Khoury, the opposition candidate who won the elections in the Metn area of Lebanon. The interview took place before the elections were held:

Days before, I spoke to Kamil Khoury, the candidate in Metn for the Free Patriotic Movement (FPM). The FPM is the party of general Michel Aoun, a Christian leader who is anti-government and works closely together with the radical Shi'ite movement Hezbollah. Mr. Khoury runs against Amin Gemayel, also a Christian and a former president of Lebanon. Mr. Gemayel is pro-government, his Falange party works closely together with Sunni Muslims of the Future Party of Rafiq Hariri, who was killed in 2005. Amin Gemayel is the father of the late [assassinated] Pierre Gemayel.

Ms Levantine began an article by drastically criticizing the seemingly unprofessional reporting of the Lebanese political pundits:

Allow me to start with a disclaimer: the subtle intricacies of Lebanese politics bore me to tears. The learned analysis that our local pundits come up with on a regular basis are more suited to a village square than to a civilized nation, which admittedly we are not yet. Still, even the casual observer must be amazed by the numerous comments following the epic Metn by-election.

Then Ms Levantine carried on his analysis of the elections by looking at what projects and future plans (or lack of) that the opposition (March 8) or pro–government (March 14) have (or have not) to offer:

This is where Mr. Aoun and his Tayyar [opposition] are doing a better job than March 14. You can call it populism, demagoguery, whatever you choose, the reality is undeniable. In Lebanon we have deep structural problems: lack of institutions, corruption, poverty, official mismanagement, collapsing environment, no redistribution of wealth… The Tayyar came up with what my good friend Abu Ali once called a Mickey Mouse program. March 14 came up with…well, nothing at all.

Les Politiques discusses in details what she sees as the reasons behind the loss of the pro–government in the Metn by–elections. She sees this as a statement that the Christians are rejecting their diminishing role in Lebanese politics:

Aoun is accused by March 14th of being pro-Syrian because he is against them. It is only since 2005 that March 14th like to describe themselves as anti-Syrian and everybody else as pro-Syrian. “You are either with us or against us”. Some other critics of Michel Aoun have also pointed to the fact that his alliance with Hezbollah, an Islamist party, was going to loose him votes. However, there is a reality on the ground felt by Christians every day. The Gemayel and Lebanese Forces alliance with Hariri is diminishing the role of Christians in Lebanese Politics. Christians in the March 14th movement are not even playing second fiddle to Hariri. They have lost the support of their community for blatant corruption, special interest politics, and political incoherence. In a country used to frequent shifting in political alliances, they became the champions of the process to the point they are unable to make their moves intelligible for the community; allied to Syrians one day and then to their enemies the day after.

Marxist From Lebanon sees that Aoun lost plenty of his supporters since his return from exile in 2005 and that the results of the elections are terrible for him even though his party’s candidate won the seat in the parliament:

The results of Matn are disastrous for Aoun. Now, he can’t totally rely on himself to sweep elections, rather he has to depend on ex-Syrian officials (like the Mafioso Michel Murr and the SSNP) to win. Amin Gemayel’s stubbornness to promote the traditional logic of Christian glory (inherited from his father Pierre Gemayel) caused Aoun to lose such a number. Amin Gemayel for starters had a lot of factors to assist him. For starters, he was the perfect candidate to be nominated by March 14th Alliance because he was the father of a recent “Christian Martyr” (his son) and the brother of the Christian popular, the butcher Bashir Gemayel (another Christian Martyr). Moreover, Aoun’s blunders and over self-confidence has shoved a lot of supporters to his side since the ‘Change’ he promised didn’t materialize in Matn, specially with his alliance to the most powerful figurehead Michel Murr, actually Michel Murr was second in command of the coalition which Aoun himself spearheaded: Reform and Change. No change occurred, rather his blunt alliance with the pro-Syrian Social Nationalist Party and Baathi Party allowed 14th of March to capitalize on it and promoted Aoun as a “Syrian Dummy”. Furthermore, the logic of 14th of March that only a 14th of Marcher would inherit a parliamentary seat of their assassinated martyr paid off, because a lot of voters came to vote as “No to assassinations”, and henceforth Aoun was contributing to justify the assassination of the politicians of the opposing camp (so far all assassinations were directed against 14th of March figures on the political level). This campaign pushed the seculars in general to vote against Aoun.

Rampurple simply vents her anger at both parties involved in the elections and asks the questions that many Lebanese asked during the days preceding and following the elections:

Now that the elections are over, I can vent out.
This is my own personal, non-political, ignorant opinion.
I think it’s extremely funny how March 14th claim they are all righteous and stuff, and yet manage to break constitutional laws and have an election! I think it is even funnier how March 8th, who do believe the current government is unconstitutional, run for elections although the cabinet has been halted for the past 8 months by them.

Like I said this is my own opinion on the matter. I always knew the politicians were this low, I just never expected the Lebanese people, who people claim to be one of the most sophisticated people on this planet, can so easily follow this tidal wave.

When the elections were over and the results were out, both sides claimed that they won. Stuck in Beirut captures this point to write about the upcoming presidential elections:

In typical Lebanese fashion, both sides are claiming victory after the local elections in Maten. […]
Furthermore, neither side really has the final say on who the new President will be. That decision lies outside of the Lebanese borders and circles of influence.

Blacksmiths of Lebanon wrote a lengthy analysis of the election results which included a critique of both local and foreign journalists’ report and interpretation of the election results:

For the past two to three years a trend has emerged in some American (and more generally, western) media outlets that has sought to (over-)compensate for those news agencies' complacency and/or complicity in taking their nation(s) to war. As it relates to Lebanon this trend has consisted, for the most part, in the application of a Seymoure-esque narrative, usually peddled by the same Baath regime PR-reps that fed Hersh his spoonfuls of disinformation, painting the current government as weak and unpopular, barely holding on to power save for the grace (or lack thereof) of a Bush administration intent on pushing its plan for a New Middle East, no matter what the cost!

It is a narrative that is perfectly suited to emerging social and political trends amongst those journalists' domestic audiences, but which, sadly, has nothing to do with realities on the ground in Lebanon.

Arab Democracy explains why there is disappointment with the Cedar revolution after two years and carries on to write about the appeals of the Free Patriotic Movement (FPM) mentioned above as one of the parties of the opposition that took part in the elections:

As the last Syrian soldier departed Lebanon and the media hype began to wind down, the realities on the ground began to unfold. The truth is that the new democracy we have been offered is not in touch with the aspirations of all Lebanese and oddly resembles the one we had before. The truth is that we are governed by tribal leaders that have used and abused our Constitution and judiciary system in the name of special interests and political sustainability and are supported by a press that has independently chosen to pledge allegiance to one party over the other. The truth is that Lebanon continues to be a collection of mini-states. The truth is we are as corrupt today as we were before 2005. The inconvenient truth, to quote Al Gore, is that Lebanon’s Cedar revolution is hollow at best. […]
The Free Patriotic Movement (FPM) is perhaps the best example of a new untraditional player in the Lebanese political scene judging from the fierce political battles that occurred in many regions of Mount Lebanon and the North where this party was running.

On the other hand, Streets of Beirut writes an analysis on the upcoming presidential elections and about the prospective candidates from the point of views of the opposition and of the pro–government. He states his position on the side of the pro–government stating why Aoun should not be a candidate for presidency.

Why should eyebrows be raised? Because Aoun is no longer the Christian leader. It is almost impossible to compete with his voting record when the last elections he had back in May 2005 got him over 70 percent of the Christian vote. When Aoun left March 14 back in 2005, he took all the Christians with him. Now, the Christians are back where they belong, but Aoun is no where to be seen.

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China: Chongqing home buyers cheated 

a small portrait of this author John Kennedy · 13:40
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The new property law has been much-discussed on the millions of homeowner forums across the country, and property rights consciousness is definitely spreading across the country, but it's not every city that has private interest-defending heroines like Chongqing's Wu Ping (the video linked to there has been deleted but this one shows Wu in action, and more here).

From the same city this past week, Chongqing residents eager to buy flats in the new Top Class Sixteen (上品十六) property had gathered on August 5 for the next step of flat selection. Two thousand VIP cards had been sold, as is often done in China, which at CNY 6,666 bought the holder the advance privilege of choosing which particular flat they would purchase. Only when flat selection day came, with several thousand potential future residents carrying the required down payment of CNY 10,000 in cash gathered in a gymnasium, it was announced that there were not enough flats to go around, and the crowd rioted.

There had been discussion of what ensued on Netease, which has since been deleted. Video of the scene during the flat selection inside the gymnasium can be found here:

Extensive discussion and accounts of the events leading up to and following the destruction of the developer's Sales Office and resulting clash with police can be found on several local Chongqing internet forums, however. Here's what one homeowner wrote:

场面过于混乱以及时间段长(早6:30—-凌晨2:00),只能简单叙述。

The scene was too chaotic, and I was there for too long a time (6:30 am-2:30 am), so I can only give a simple recount

早在6月初,上品开始发放VIP卡,交6666抵扣10000房款,本来很多开发公司都以这种方式积累客户,但上品是在几个开发证件不齐的情况下发放,并不能随时退,协议要求在开盘20天后才予以退还。现场销售人员介绍开盘时间7月份,置业计划预算单价格为3600(后有3700、3800、3900)一说,直至8月5号摇号,前后2个月时间,周边房价涨了300-500元。要说房价普涨,它不涨也没道理,问题是客户已交的钱不能退,并在销售人员那里得到种种暗示:买卡一定能选到房,价格不变。在目前房屋都疯抢的情况下,很多业主寄希望于上品,即便是涨点价,但先期买了卡,至少可以保证选到房。基于此种心理很多客户放弃购买其他楼盘的机会,安心等待上品开盘。

Already in early June, ‘Top Class' began issuing VIP cards; CNY 6,666 gave you 10,000 down on a flat. Many developers use this kind of method to accumulate clients, but Top Class distributed the cards despite there being some irregularities in their development permits, and the cards could not just be refunded at any time with the agreement stipulating that refunds could only be sought twenty days after the flats went on sale. Sales staff had said the opening date was slated for July, and the costs were estimated to be around CNY 3,600 per square meter (later there were CNY 3,700, 3,800, 3,900) and maintained that right up until the the number draw on August fifth. Over these two months, the prices for housing in the surrounding area had risen by 300-500 per square meter. Sure, there's standard inflation in house prices, but the problem is that the money the customers had already paid could not be refunded. And from what the sales staff had suggested repeatedly, those who had purchased VIP cards would get first selection of the flats, and that the price would stay the same. At present, as housing everywhere keeps getting madly snatched up, many homeowners placed their hopes in Top Class, even if the prices were a little higher, and bought VIP cards in advances, which at least ensured they'd have their choice of flat. With this in mind, many people gave up chances to buy housing in other properties, and reassuredly waited for the Top Class opening.

The writer continues on with the story, of showing up at the gymnasium at 6:30 on the morning of August 5 with a VIP card and CNY 10,000 in cash down payment in hand ready to wait for his number to be called and to claim a flat for himself, noting that many potential homebuyers there were around 25 years old, and estimating the crowd at between 7,000 to 8,000 people.

Your number gets called, you choose your flat, and then you paid, with the lineup allegedly having quickly stretched several hours long. Between the straining to listen for their numbers from the gymnasium bleachers, he writes, and clutching tensely the bundles of cash they brought—credit cards weren't being accepted—it wasn't long before people got worked up. Eventually the chairman of the proceedings began calling people up on their mobile phones, informing them that many of the flats had already been informally reserved by the developer for in-house use. Quite tired by this point, people were unsatisfied at hearing this. One woman charged down onto the floor and began demanding a refund. This quickly led to the situation getting out of hand, and the angry mob's departure for the developer's office, demanding refunds.

They ripped the door off the Sales Office when they arrived, storming in and smashing walls and other things. The police arrived, who then quickly called for backup and there were some scuffles, but no fighting either way. Eventually the police let the remainder of the crowd into the office where among what they found was an official notice from the State Land Administration for the developer to cease illegally issuing VIP cards, as well as a list of flats which had been reserved by company executives which included the names and phone numbers of those involved, the size and location of the flat.

实事求是,昨天幸亏有警察维持现场,否则事态会更加恶化。正如有个警察向上级的汇报电话:“我们人一直在维持,要晚点售楼部都要遭烧”。

The reality of the situation is, it's lucky the police were there yesterday to maintain the scene, or else things would really have gotten ugly. Just like one officer said on the phone to his superior: “our people are holding the fort; if we'd gotten here any later they would have burnt the Sales Office down.

又退到外面静坐,这时,突然看到售房部那个台湾人和另一工作人员,身后围着10多个满脸横肉“光头”。原本一直克制、冷静的我心火顿冒,这都是什么样的社会啊,在几百警察的眼皮底下,竟然出现这种场面,连我一平头百姓都能感觉到这些人是干什么的,这些警察难道是瞎子,看不出来?并在不远就是他们的公安局长。暗下决心如果这些人敢动手打客户,我绝对参加反抗,豁出去,拼了!后来,一直都是内外闹哄哄的,不知道什么时候再没看到那群“光头”,也许是开发公司请来给工作人员壮胆,怕被客户认出打伤,但那台湾人和工作人员一直在工地大门不远处坐着。

So we went back outside and sat peacefully on the ground. At this time, the Taiwanese guy from Sales and another colleague showed up with ten round-faced, thick-bodied “baldies”. Where I'd kept my cool all up until then, I suddenly blew my lid; what kind of society is this? Right in front of the eyes of five hundred cops, something like this would actually happen, and even flat-head civilians like me could now see they were up to something. It's not like the cops were blind, that they couldn't see this? And not far away was their police chief. I decided that if any of these guys tried making a move to hit us homebuyers, I was sure as heck gonna start fighting back, no matter how serious the consequences. Later, after all the racket inside and out, I didn't see those thugs again; they might have just been hired by the developer to give their staff some chutzpah, for fear of being recognized by the clients and beaten up. But that Taiwanese and his workers just sat all along nearby.

Someone came out to speak—whom he wasn't able to see—and the crowd charged again, with violent clashes between police and homeowners now taking place and, the writer says he personally saw, at least two women be surrounded by seven or eight police officers and beaten. Another charge, and then a letter of guarantee stamped and signed by the developer suddenly arrived, promising those who wished a CNY 10,000 refund for their CNY 6,666 VIP card. No time reference is given, but his account ends here; judging from what many others have written, the crowd dispersed around 2 am on August 6.

Tencent has set up a page devoted strictly to the incident, and much more in eye-witness accounts is to be found at the Chongqing section of the real estate website Soufun.com, including a market description and layout diagram of the housing estate.

Discussion on the forums is covering all sorts of topics: members proposing votes on whether to follow through with purchasing the flat or seek a refund, a space devoted to personal testimonies of violence seen or felt that night, including a photo of one woman ostensibly injured during the rumble.

There's even been a Sina blog set up for this incident which is still being updated. Within can be found many photos of the smashed plants—even a temporary roadblock—from earlier in the day, and the mob action later at night.

Details and many photos can also be found at local website Chongqing Focus, but the discussion seems most lively at the Soufun site.

Comparison has is made to The Nailhouse and details of the day and night's proceedings are provided.

Some forum members are accused of attempting to influence the course of discussion in several forum threads which if true would explain the quick change of tune seen in some newer threads, with anonymous users writes reassuringly of the developers, heralding their exceptional integrity in resolving the situation, garnering little response from other users.

There's also a thread seeking to organize people for injury compensation, and another which alleges one pregnant woman was beaten and others present even killed, although users are quick to negate the death claim and emphasize that injuries sustained were not serious.

As mentioned above, on early morning August 6 the developers released a letter of guarantee responding to the grievances of those shortchanged with promises to offer them first choice in properties of the same price from the next phase of development, quickly raising questions of when that construction will begin, when it will finish, the quality and appearance of these flats, looking upon these promises with serious skepticism. Another thread summarizes those suspicions and provides a photo of the letter of guarantee, which states that ‘those not willing to buy houses on August 5′ can have their VIP cards refunded for 10,000 on August 7, adding that no more VIP cards will be issued.

The same concerns are echoed yet in more threads, with home buyers vowing to try and seek a refund, resigned to buy elsewhere, as property prices across the city are rising steadily. Like this thread, where one user writes:

时间就是金钱,这句话用在这里是再直白恰当不过了。
前期销售人员也好,KFS也好,给我们大家编制了一个很美很美的梦。大家的期望着,憧憬着,等待着这个美梦的实现。如今只听到“砰”的一声,在没有消散的烟雾中看到几个醒目的大字:这是一个白日梦……
我们这群怀揣美好生活梦想的年轻人呐,大家一定要团结起来,打人也好,恐吓也好,收买少数人也好,我们要KFS、zf为此付出代价

Time is money. Using this phrase here couldn't be more appropriate.
Whether it's the pre-sale sales staff or the developers themselves, they've given all of us a beautiful, beautiful dream. Everyone's anticipating, longing, waiting for this beautiful dream to come true. To this day, though, all we've been given is one big BANG; and in the plume of smoke yet to drift off, we can see the following eye-opening words: this was all just a daydream…
Us bunch of youngsters who carry dreams of a beautiful life, aye, everyone must join together and rise up, no matter if they beat us, terrorize us or even buy a few of us off, we want the developers and the government to pay a price for this.

At least one thread claims that following the house selection in the gymnasium, when the crowed stormed the developer's office, police began beating people at one sergeant's orders.

Homeowners even issued a list of the previous issues and their recommendations for recourse. During the storming of the developer's office, the crowd got their hands on several documents which they've posted online, like this one which shows how many of the flats were reserved for company executives and their friends and relatives:

A series of photos have been gathered at the Cultural Vanguard forum, where not much discussion on this has taken place:

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Perhaps related, on August 12 a video was uploaded to China's largest video website 56.com by user cuidi3zhu which shows a group of angry homeowners arguing with what appear to be representatives of a property development company, speaking in the Chongqing dialect:

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Morocco: Is Co-Education Better? 

a small portrait of this author Amira Al Hussaini · 02:39
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Is co-education better than girls-only and boys-only schools? Moroccan blogger Mohammed Saeed Hjiouij shares with us his insight in this post I am translating from Arabic.

Hjiouij writes:

في النظام التعليمي المغربي، تأتي بين مرحلة التعليم الإبتدائي (ست سنوات) ومرحلة التعليم الثانوي (ثلاث سنوات) مرحلة تسمى بالتعليم الإعدادي مدتها ثلاث سنوات. تلك السنوات الثلاث درستها في مدرسة أنشئت حديثًا وكانت سنتي الأولى بها هي سنة الإفتتاح لها.
السنة الأولى درسنا في فصول غير مختلطة، الذكور في أقسامهم والإناث في أقسام أخرى. لا أدري إن كان ذلك بقرار فردي من مدير المدرسة أم هو قرار وزاري. مرت السنة بشكل عادي، كانت النتائج في غالبيتها عند حدود المتوسط، أي الحد الأدنى للنجاح.
في السنة الثانية تقرر تغيير النظام، وصرنا ندرس في فصول مختلطة. لكم أن تتوقعوا التطور الصاروخي لجميع التلاميذ: لم تعد الإمتحانات مجرد واجبات يجب القيام بها، بل فرصة للتسابق بين الذكور والإناث. نتائج كل إمتحان جديد تأتي أفضل من سابقه (كانت تلك السنة هي بداية تفوقي في اللغة الفرنسية، قبل أن أتراجع عنها في مرحلة لاحقة :) ).
في السنة اللاحقة تواصل الأمر، وإشتعلت نيران الحماس بين الكل، إلا قلة لم تكن لهم بالدراسة رغبة. لكن في مرحلة دراسة الثانوية تغير الأمر مرة أخرى، فبحكم صعوبة التخصص الذي كنت أدرس، كان عددنا في الفصل قليلا وعدد الإناث أقل بكثير، لذلك خفت مسألة التنافس، وإن لم تنعدم تمامًا.
لو أردت تلخيص كل هذه الثرثرة في جملة واحدة لقلت: التعليم المختلط يدفع التلاميذ إلى الإقبال على التعلم بالشكل الصحيح، كإكتساب معرفي وليس مجرد حفظ لصفحات الكتب، من ثم فالتفوق يكون من نصيب الكل.
In the Moroccan system of education, there comes a period between primary education (six years) and secondary education (three years) called intermediate education, which spans three years. I took those three years in a newly opened school and my first year there was the year it opened. In the first year, we studied in boys-only classes - the boys were in one section and the girls in another. I don't know whether it was a decision taken by the principal or whether it was following orders from the ministry. The year progressed normally and the majority of the results were about average. This means that students were able to achieve the least requirements to pass their class.
In the second year, a decision was made to change the system and we started classes in co-ed environments. You should have seen the quantum leap in the student results: exams were no longer just a chore students had to complete. Classes became an opportunity for boys and girls to compete against each other. The results of each new exam were better than the exam which proceeded it. That was the year I excelled in French classes before retrieving in the following years :)
The trend continued the following year. The fire of enthusiasm was fueled among us all.
However, at the secondary level, everything changed again. Because of the difficulty of my specialisation, the number of students in my class was small. Therefore, the number of girls was even smaller. This led to a drop in competitiveness, if not put an end to it altogether.
If I wanted to summerise this chat into one sentence I would say: Co-education encourages students to approach learning the correct way, as gaining knowledge and not just learning pages of a textbook. This means that excellence becomes possible for everyone.
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Syria: The Bloggers 

a small portrait of this author Yazan Badran · 01:57
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This post will be dedicated to the lives of some of the wonderful individuals that make the Syrian blogsphere.

The Syrian blogsphere has grown extensively in number through the last few years, but one thing stayed the same, it is a very personal space. You can look at it as a collective personal blog of Syria. It is one of the few places that extends through the many shades of the Syrian society, whether at home or diaspora. Politically, religiously and socially it has grown to represent most of the colors that make up the Syrian identity. Whether it is the far left, the liberal center or the conservative right. Be it pro-Arabism, or Pro-Syria, religious or atheist, the collective efforts of these fine bloggers writing their day-to-day life on their blogs has come to paint the collective image of Syria, through blogging.

I will be taking a leave from politics today, to take you on a trip through the small details in days of many different Syrian bloggers.

Imagine yourself under the hot water, washing away a good two-hour workout's sweat, and then, imagine a power outage!
That's what happened to Dubai Jazz, a Syrian architect working in Dubai. But wait, there's more…

Horrified at the sudden collapse of civility, he decided to stay in his shower cubicle. Feeling the heat and the humidity brewing heavily in the place, he tilted the water tap to ‘cold’, and sat down at the floor mat (which was more like a perforated plastic grating). As he rested his back on the smooth ceramics, he felt a slight vibration emanating from the walls ‘it must be that people are rushing down from the upper floor’ he thought…’is there an evacuation underway?’.
Images of a stampede of naked people popped up to his mind. It must be his subconscious reflecting earlier gripes about the shameless nudity in the locker room, he thought. In order to keep his calm, he tried to think of a plausible course of action to get his ass (which has now registered the distinctive imprints of the flooring mat) out of this mess.

Lujayn, also working in Dubai, tells us about her new beginning

I am not a woman who takes easily to change. I resist it, preferring to stay wherever I am or in whatever mess I’m in, rather than initiate change. I make endless excuses as to why I can’t change or shouldn’t change whatever I am doing, even if I’m utterly miserable in my current state. I don’t know if I can take credit for this last move, since a close friend of mine almost forced me to apply, but I have finally quit my job and I’m moving to a new, more challenging job.

Abu Fares, the gentleman from Tartous, decides to leave his work, laptop, emails and cell phone behind him, hop on a ferry with his family and head on for a week in Mersin.

Mersin proved to be a perfect choice. Temperatures were soaring all over. The family mutually agreed on not wanting to go around places but to rather stay in one city. As far as I was concerned, all I dreamed of was to sit in the shade by a body of water (a stunning swimming pool), read a good book (The Man Who Fell to Earth) and sip my misty drink (Vodka with anything). The little ones were just ecstatic to spend so much time in my company and to swim all day. Om Fares and Diana couldn’t ask for more than to be able to get away from the three of us and maraud the shops and markets of Mersin. An excellent status quo was reached during the daylight hours and later on in the evening when we would all regroup, we would experience the little joys of a family vacation.

Golaniya, a Syrian student studying in Lebanon, takes a leave from her excellent volunteer work in Nahr el-Bared, and her reporting on the Syrian-Lebanese borders, and also heads to our northern neighbor, but this time on a bus.

So here I am, in the bus that will take me to Turkey, taking a major step towards my autonomy from myself, my routin, and the common Syrian/family pattern. I knew I am going to be a “tourist” someday, but I never thought it would be that soon. I know that the campaign life has affected my character in a way that made me less a hesitant person, more adventurous and daring.

Her photo recollection of the trip here, is just as descriptive.

Katia, a Syrian living in Brussels [who celebrated her birthday only two days ago, with a table full of delicious cuisine], tells us a beautiful story about her little cousin's first date

Once outside, I noticed him fidgeting a little. He leaned a bit on the large concrete step to the right of the door and, even if not quite grasping what was happening, I just felt right there that I was about to have the most genuine and sweet conversation ever. And before I knew it, he said “Are you free tomorrow evening?” Though it was his first time asking out a girl, at least I think, he decided to dive in head first. He is brave, you see. I, on the other hand, was still a little puzzled. I must have uttered something along the line of “Yes, nothing planned yet”. My lack of plans clearly added to his spunk and so he immediately asked whether I would want to have dinner with him. Somehow he felt like he should add that it would be just the two of us, to make sure we were on the same wave length. I smiled. Sure I would want to and would love to and whichever words of acceptance one could think off. “Is 6 Ok?” he asked. 6 was perfect indeed, thinking to myself that the heat would be down by then so we could have a walk.

Omar, a Syrian living in Canada, writes another one of his amazingly precise, yet highly incoherent posts. This one was meant to be a comeback post, after a while away from the blogsphere…

again, how do I sum up the past 8 weeks? talk about my wedding? talk about my shorter than a joke 4-day-long honeymoon in New York? my first relaxing vacation in Damascus since long time (where I finally managed NOT to fight with my dad over lots of things)? about how I was almost taken to the hospital1 hour before my wedding because I had a sudden severe stomach infection that left me unconscious with fever for 2 hours while my bride was waiting in her home for me to show up? about the 3 strange doctors that almost saved me from death while the infection was eating my brain, shoving IV tubes into my arms and allowing me to go and attend my own wedding? how I finally re-connected with my sister after a long self-imposed cold relationship because she decided to put a veil, and how I finally came to peace with Damascus after 7 years of contradicting emotions? or about how I (again) decided to go back to school and get myself into another weird artistic and philosophical adventure…

Wassim, a Syrian living in London, writes about his endearing memories back in Syria.

The days gently slid us into a sleepy routine. In the morning, we'd wake up to the noise of the people going about their business. The smells from the old bakery beneath us wafting up and enticing us out of bed. The grocer or mazoot guy passing by with their horse drawn cart and honking that horrid horn. I remember the attraction was always the horses, so beautifully decorated and with jingly bells and tassles and those large plumes of feathers on their heads. We always used to rush out to the balcony to see those horses or donkeys, lumbering along dutifully day in and day out. In the evening, the man with his dara (corn on the cob) wagon would pass and you'd see him moving around with a big boiling cauldron. He'd wrap them in newspapers and sprinkle salt on if you wanted, we never turned down the chance to have dara.

And Finally, we end with Bassam, a Syrian physician who moved back to Syria two years ago from the United States, and decided to chronicle his experiences and life here in his blog, Bassam in Syria. Well, now Bassam is moving back to the United States, and this was his farewell post.

I hope that after five or six years, I would visit my blog again and have a good laugh at what happened then. And at the same time, see what things have become, what changes have been made, whether it was in the city of Damascus, the government, myself, or anything that I ever noticed. And if anything was going in the direction I wished for, I will give myself a credit… at least for whining about it.

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