The Emperor's New Clothes

We had an interesting impromptu coffee break this morning, when quite a bit of shooting went on outside, and we all moved into the hallway and away from the windows (essentially, our walls are all windows). Again, no shooting AT anyone, just up in the air. It seems to be one of those occaisions where everyone joins in because everyone else is doing it, and no one wants to tell the emperor he's naked.

Meanwhile, life continues here as normal - we must be in the quietest place in the Middle East.

I had quite a funny thought this morning, as I was riding in the car to work. What kind of desriptive information do you put on a driver's license in a country where everyone has the same coloring? In the US, hair and eye color is the primary descriptor - here, I suppose you'd have to rely on a picture, because saying "he was 5'9" with dark hair" would be about as useful as saying "I saw a guy."

I'm not much feeling like waxing poetical today, but stay tuned.