Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Selma Naman
Selma continues to collaborate with the FBI on helping the federal government with document transcripts and translations. She quietly provides written profiling reports on psychological reports.
SELMA NAMAN
Search
Sponsors:
App ActivityJul 07 '09 Version 1.05
Feb 10 '09 New App: $14.99, v1.03
About AppShopper
For more information on Contacting Us, App Submissions, and Advertising, visit our About page
$1499Buy Now
Fair Game: How a Top CIA Agent Was Betrayed by Her Own Government by Valerie Plame Wilson
AND SELMA NAMAN
Sponsors:
App ActivityJul 07 '09 Version 1.05
Feb 10 '09 New App: $14.99, v1.03
About AppShopper
For more information on Contacting Us, App Submissions, and Advertising, visit our About page
$1499Buy Now
Fair Game: How a Top CIA Agent Was Betrayed by Her Own Government by Valerie Plame Wilson
AND SELMA NAMAN
Selma Naman
Selma Naman inspired by Ahmet Ertegun, who gave her a few pointers while in college, about the music business shortly after she moved to Beverly Hills, CA. with seven suitcases the day after her graduation from St. John’s University. She toured with Duran Duran and worked with Snopp Dogg and the LBC Crew. During her involvement in urban music, she met Ben Kaye, associate manager for Celine Dion. Shortly after Selma and Ben were engaged. She traveled with the Celine Dion Camp for a year while still producing concerts and promoting various artists she discovered. In the year 1999, She produced Mustapha Sandal a popular Turkish recording artist. She was the first to bring him to the States. She didn’t realize that her career in the music business would come to an end struck by tragedy. In the year 2000, Selma Naman volunteered her services overseas for the victims of the earthquake in Turkey. She aided and translated for the Egyptian physicians in Adapazarri, Turkey. “It was like the television series, M.A.S.H” Selma recalls. She met her husband, a physician whom she worked with. Shortly after she moved to Washington D.C to work for the Turkish Embassy, instead took up an offer by the Central Intelligence Agency. She trained in Fort Meade, Maryland for some time, learning sign language and working at a local Washington hotel at Galludate university with the assistance of her good friend, Luis. Selma was sent to Los Angeles, a city she thought she would never see again and moved back to Beverly Hills, Bel Aire, Westlake Village in the outskirts of Malibu. She decided to pursue a career in psychology and it is than she realized that she had to leave the agency in order to lead a normal life.
Selma Naman
https://www.cia.gov/news-information/press-releases-statements/2012-press-releasese-statements/new-museum.html
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
SELMA NAMAN
PASS IT ALONG
This column’s old friend T. Selma Naman provides the Pass it Along feature for today. The term around here for something to pass along is one of those E-mails that pop up in your mail box that doesn’t invite you to the latest sex site, offer to provide a lifetime income for a ten buck investment or isn’t touting yet one more internet stock. In short, something you’re reluctant to trash without sharing it with at least one other person. Let’s call today’s. . ."If Life Was Fair."
IF LIFE WAS FAIR
Women with cold hands would give men prostate exams.
PMS would be a legitimate defense in court.
Men would get reputations for sleeping around.
Singles bars would have metal detectors to weed out men hiding wedding rings in their pockets.
A man would no longer be considered a "good catch" simply because he is breathing.
Fewer women would be dieting because their ideal weight standard would increase by 40 pounds.
Shopping would be considered an aerobic activity.
"Ms." Magazine would have an annual swimsuit issue featuring scantily clad male models.
Men would not be allowed to eat gas-producing foods within two hours of bedtime.
Men would be secretaries for female bosses, working twice as hard for none of the credit.
Little girls would read "Snow White and the Seven Hunks"
Men would earn 70 cents for every dollar women made.
Men would bring drinks, chips and dip to women watching soap operas.
Men would HAVE to get Playboy for the articles, because there would be no pictures.
Men would learn phrases like: "I'm sorry", "I love you", "You're beautiful", "Of course you don't look fat in that outfit."
Men would be judged entirely by their looks, women by their
accomplishments.
Men would sit around and wonder what WE are thinking.
Men would pay as much attention to their woman as to their car.
All toilet seats would be nailed down.
Men would work on relationships as much as they work on their careers.
TV news segments on sports would never run longer than 1 minute.
All men would be forced to spend one month in a PMS simulator.
During mid-life crisis, men would get hot flushes and women would date 19 year olds.
Overweight men would have their weight brought to their attention
constantly.
After a baby is born, men would take a six-week paternity leave to wait on their wives hand and foot.
For basic training, soldiers would have to take care of a two-year
old for six weeks.
Thanks, Selma, we needed that. I think. If you have something you’d like to pass along, send it to rod@mckuen.com . No poetry, chain letters or original manuscripts please. If you know the author and copyright owner of the piece so much the better.
Since The Weekend has arrived I’m only to happy to see what Webmaster Ken Blackie has for us on Saturday and Sunday. It’s usually something surprising, so I’ll meet you here tomorrow. Monday, I’ll be back with answers to Ask Rod. Have a nice weekend with someone as nice as you.
- RM 2/23/99 Previously unpublished.
Godfrey Cambridge o Madeleine Carroll o Johnny Cash o Buffalo Bill Cody o Fats Domino o William Frawley o Jackie Gleason o Victor Hugo o Betty Hutton o Margaret Leighton o Tony Randall o Robert A. Taft
Remember to forget old grudges.
I dream too much or not enough. I’m never quite sure which.
Be careful going down the hill.
SEATTLE
I'd like to be a lumberjack again
straddling high trees
instead of high born women,
climbing heavenward among the branches
out of the well of meaningless words
I’ve fallen into from too much city living.
Trees are monuments to God,
cities monuments to man.
I need to meet my God again
among the ferns and trees.
There’s too much me in my life now
and not enough of Him.
And so I'd like to be a lumberjack again.
- from "Lonesome Cities," 1967
This column’s old friend T. Selma Naman provides the Pass it Along feature for today. The term around here for something to pass along is one of those E-mails that pop up in your mail box that doesn’t invite you to the latest sex site, offer to provide a lifetime income for a ten buck investment or isn’t touting yet one more internet stock. In short, something you’re reluctant to trash without sharing it with at least one other person. Let’s call today’s. . ."If Life Was Fair."
IF LIFE WAS FAIR
Women with cold hands would give men prostate exams.
PMS would be a legitimate defense in court.
Men would get reputations for sleeping around.
Singles bars would have metal detectors to weed out men hiding wedding rings in their pockets.
A man would no longer be considered a "good catch" simply because he is breathing.
Fewer women would be dieting because their ideal weight standard would increase by 40 pounds.
Shopping would be considered an aerobic activity.
"Ms." Magazine would have an annual swimsuit issue featuring scantily clad male models.
Men would not be allowed to eat gas-producing foods within two hours of bedtime.
Men would be secretaries for female bosses, working twice as hard for none of the credit.
Little girls would read "Snow White and the Seven Hunks"
Men would earn 70 cents for every dollar women made.
Men would bring drinks, chips and dip to women watching soap operas.
Men would HAVE to get Playboy for the articles, because there would be no pictures.
Men would learn phrases like: "I'm sorry", "I love you", "You're beautiful", "Of course you don't look fat in that outfit."
Men would be judged entirely by their looks, women by their
accomplishments.
Men would sit around and wonder what WE are thinking.
Men would pay as much attention to their woman as to their car.
All toilet seats would be nailed down.
Men would work on relationships as much as they work on their careers.
TV news segments on sports would never run longer than 1 minute.
All men would be forced to spend one month in a PMS simulator.
During mid-life crisis, men would get hot flushes and women would date 19 year olds.
Overweight men would have their weight brought to their attention
constantly.
After a baby is born, men would take a six-week paternity leave to wait on their wives hand and foot.
For basic training, soldiers would have to take care of a two-year
old for six weeks.
Thanks, Selma, we needed that. I think. If you have something you’d like to pass along, send it to rod@mckuen.com . No poetry, chain letters or original manuscripts please. If you know the author and copyright owner of the piece so much the better.
Since The Weekend has arrived I’m only to happy to see what Webmaster Ken Blackie has for us on Saturday and Sunday. It’s usually something surprising, so I’ll meet you here tomorrow. Monday, I’ll be back with answers to Ask Rod. Have a nice weekend with someone as nice as you.
- RM 2/23/99 Previously unpublished.
Godfrey Cambridge o Madeleine Carroll o Johnny Cash o Buffalo Bill Cody o Fats Domino o William Frawley o Jackie Gleason o Victor Hugo o Betty Hutton o Margaret Leighton o Tony Randall o Robert A. Taft
Remember to forget old grudges.
I dream too much or not enough. I’m never quite sure which.
Be careful going down the hill.
SEATTLE
I'd like to be a lumberjack again
straddling high trees
instead of high born women,
climbing heavenward among the branches
out of the well of meaningless words
I’ve fallen into from too much city living.
Trees are monuments to God,
cities monuments to man.
I need to meet my God again
among the ferns and trees.
There’s too much me in my life now
and not enough of Him.
And so I'd like to be a lumberjack again.
- from "Lonesome Cities," 1967
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
