Archive for November, 2004
For photos of the real Afghanistan, not just the bombed out places you see on t.v., look at this.
What is lake trout, I’ve discovered it here. I’ve also discovered that there is actually a baltimore dictionary. And, if you love Matisse, the Baltimore Museum of Art has got a killer Matisse wing. It really is lovely.
Thirty three years ago, I was born. I was born in my grandfather’s house in Afghanistan, in a room reserved for the sick, or those in labor. I was born on the evening of my midwife’s wedding. All of the other midwives and nurses were there in their pretty dresses after having spent hours on [...]
I wrote a really long post yesterday, deep and meaningful, about my home country and going back and my childhood. It had fabulous links to places and things. . . and then BAM! GONE! Internal error and no going back. So folks, you miss out, for now because I’m just not feeling it right now. [...]
I’m sort of sad. There, I’ve admitted it. I know, I know, I should be thrilled to pieces to be in this new, sort of hip city and doing new, sort of hip things. But, you know, I miss home. I mean, I still call it home even though someone else lives there now and [...]
Update on life. For those who are interested (I’m interested, I mean, its good to catch up with myself every once in a while). I’ve discovered googling. I mean, I’ve googled stuff before, but usually boring stuff like work related information, you know, mostly about anal rape and the elastic nature of the sphynchter. So, [...]
Saw this in woman of the law’s blog. It makes me want to throw up. Who are these people and why aren’t they with the Taliban in Afghanistan?