Zipper

Yesterday I recovered my jacket from A1 Taylor where they fixed my broken zipper. Now I can zip up when it's chilly. I'm so happy, I'm wearing my zipped up jacket right now.

Doctors are not to be trusted

Why do they have to get all up in everyone's business?

The Pessoptimist

There is certainly a lot to say about the book, and it's best to do it carefully. For now though, I'll say this: Habiby uses satire in a way that causes me to rethink big historic moments and smaller everyday ones in the same way. Some culminate in grand atrocities and others are superficial wounds that, only though repeated attention, do they weigh equally, if not more. I'll add more about this soon.

return

I haven't visiting my blog in awhile, I've been thinking of how to make this experience a little more worthwhile than just spouting off catchy remarks. I've doing an independent study this term on Palestinian Cinema and I'm pairing movie-watching with reading theory, history, and fiction by Palestinian authors. I'm considering setting up a new blog (or adding on to this one) reflections on all this activity. Not today though, as I'm in the midst of grading a 12lb. stack of undergraduate papers on aspects of 1930s cinema. But tomorrow perhaps, I'd like to start with thinking about Emile Habiby's "The Secret Life of Saeed: The Ill Fated Pessoptimist".

Words of Wisdom

Nope.. still none.

blogging for sheer joy

As I was telling Bobby this morning, I'm not really blogging for the sheer joy of it. But I'm enjoying it nonetheless. No words of wisdom today.

Thursday

Not very productive today, the problem is, I love sleep. I can't ever get enough. And now that I'm sick (just a little) I need even more. There was a time when I could get up in the morning. In fact, this time last year I was getting up around 7am twice a week. But now that's totally unthinkable. I think those automated coffee machines with the built-in timer might be the ticket out of bed.

Wednesday

I'm over the hump, thought this day would never come.

she just left

I was just about to chronicle the last five minutes of my life in the wake of a talkative, cellphoneaphelia afflicted coed who was sitting right next to me. I'm in the computer lab. She just left so the point I was about to make is moot. I was considering whether to take out my aggression in writing, so my faithful readers could read how I chastise all those who chit chat in areas designated for rigorous research and other electronic related endeavors or whether to take out my aggression on HER, and say, "hey lady, give it a rest willya" or perhaps, "do you think you could talk somewhere else". What would you do?

back to Saturday

Something fishy happened, seems like my Sunday post overrode my Saturday one. Since yesterday's post was extremely important, I'll just put it up again. It went as follows:

love: fresh towels
hate: being sick

Oh, and stop sending those "get well" cards. I appreciate it, but it's just a cold.

tea types

ginger, lemon, green (decaf), white, peppermint

Thursday

Lots to do today.

Shafei...read my blog

Why do I have to beg and beg? Please Shafei, I'd be the happiest classmate of yours if you would just read my blog. I know it's not Al-Jazeera but it's still news. Shafei!