Just Abu Dhabi Do It: A Coffee Conversation with Michele Campbell

Michele Campbell

Michele Campbell, Diver into Adventures

There are some people who just know how to take a dive: Esther Williams, Greg Louganis, and Chevy Chase.

Me? I’ve always been more of an easer, with aspirations for diving. And one of the dives I’ve always wanted to take, despite being a pretty awful swimmer, is that of the ex-patriate, to be a cultural adventurer beyond just reading Henry James and Pablo Neruda and watching Planet Earth.

I’d like to ease comfortably into a job in France (like most people in France at the moment), buy vintage Chanel, marry 1966 John Lennon, and collect sea glass on the Mediterranean coast.    

But Michele Campbell is a diver. She’s the Esther Williams mermaid of ex-pats. After a year of planning, Michele is now living on the other side of the world in Abu Dhabi. And diving isn’t a new thing for her. She’s a schoolteacher and an improviser – way past water wings and wading. I recently had a chance to sit down with Michele (and by that I mean email her from my sofa), to talk to her about her move, her experiences in Abu Dhabi, and how she Yes Anded herself across the world. Continue reading

The Best Thing That I’ve Ever Heard

This is the best thing that I have ever heard.

A three-year-old brought me a bit of black paper. “Look”, she said, “it’s a piece of night.” We are born poets, but it’s squashed out of us.

Alex Andreou (@sturdyAlex on Twitter)

A piece of night. That’s beautiful.

A Dollop of Inspiration (Or Is That a Trollop…?)

I haven’t been feeling very inspired lately. I know it’s my brain’s way of saying:

I want a vacation.

Stop saying Yes!
(It’s Ok, you know, to say No.)

I’m at least not inspired by the writing of the sketch that’s due today.

It’s not ready.

It sounded so good when it was playing on the movie-screen of my Third Eye. Getting it to the page, on the other hand, has been like …

Remember when Bugs Bunny would try to make the turkey skinny to save him from Thanksgiving dinner by putting him in a sweatbox?

Like that. The sketch in question is a sweatbox, and I’m burned out on it.