Thursday

Brianandria

When Alexander the Great founded the Mediterranean port city of Alexandria, he had a vision of creating a culturally diverse and powerful center of trade between Europe and the Near East. Alexandria is also the former location of one of the 7 Wonders of the Ancient World--The Lighthouse of Alexandria. I did not see evidence of either of these assertations. However, my daytrip from Cairo served as a nice health retreat from the atmospheric ills of Cairo. A pleasant walk along the port's coast inspired thoughts on what the future of Brianandria might be described as. Forget the whens and wheres, lets focus on the important stuff:

One ruler. Everyone is sick of all this election drama 24/7 right? Never again. Brianandria would have a self-appointed dictator who serves a lifetime appointment. I will volunteer for that job.

The National Anthem is written and sung by Journey.

All official business transactions and deals must be sealed with a hi-five.

Drinking lunches are no longer stigmatized--in fact they are national policy.

OK, well I already ran out of stuff.....this should be more of a collaborative project. Constitutions take time you know. I am encouraging comments for what _____Andria will contain for you?

In other news, Planetary Vagabond has come across an opportunity to go semi-legit. My couchsurfing host Adham Bakry introduced me a to local editor for a new English language magazine that is being produced here in Cairo. She has seen the blog and would like me to write a monthly column on some of my adventure travel episodes (little does she know I have been writing these fabrications in my parents basement in Kansas City) The magazine is called Pleasure (no, it is not a porno mag. Although don't think that I am above doing work for one) with its first edition in December. Maybe an excuse for you to come and visit Egypt--to read the magazine.

Working for the weekend,
BrianQ

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

In Brianandria, all people by the name Brian shall be treated as royality. Also, "safety meetings" are allowed during working hours. Finally, in your great land will inact a law in which Sunday's are strictly for the use of laying on the couch and watching tv/playing video games. Make it happen....and I'll come live in your land.

Shalom,
The Great & Powerful Bernaldus

Anonymous said...

Brinino, i would like the position of minister of defense, i would immediately make us a nuclear power threatening any country that would dare interfere with our sovereigntry at which time we would nuke them. Snake

Anonymous said...

Brian,
I, along with my sisters, would like to be in charge of the Health and Wealth Department. We would mandate that every female would have to have daily massages, manicures, pedicures, facials, and receive free lipsticks.
We would also oversee the distribution of wealth - Every morning all women would simply have to alert the national bank to deposit the amount of money they think they would need that day for shopping!!
Love, Your Mom and Aunts

Anonymous said...

In Brianandria, every Sunday would be a National Feast Day with Goober Burgers for lunch and Gates BBQ for all across the land. The national soft drink would be Diet Mountain Dew in honor of the Dictator's father. Svedka would be the official Vodka of the dictator, threrefore the only Vodka in the land. The Dictator's Mother would oversee Chocolate Chip cookies for the entire country to insure peace and harmony amongst all his people. This land would be very peaceful in nature. "Q" would be the Dictator's right hand man.

Your fellow visionary, Dad

Anonymous said...

Pleasure Magazine… hmmm. Yes, I’m also creating a magazine – it’s called Flesh (or Moist… I haven’t decided which word is more curiously inappropriate) – and it’s about what normal Kansas Citians do to pass the workday. I want you to be guest columnist since you’re such an inspiration to all of us cube-dwellers. Think about it, Sports Illustrated for Kids meets New Yorker Magazine – it should be a hit. I've already signed up Arthur and Kopp to be my food critics.

B. Meagher