To the person that found my site Tuesday, November 28, 2006
To the person who found my blog by googling “How to know if you a killer”
Yeah, you might want to lay LOW for a few days - I think you’re wanted for MURDER. Where did you GET that trident, anyway?
This is Egypt. Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I go down the stairs in the darkened, dusty apartment building. I’m sweaty from the belly-dancing class I just took, and the scarf I have draped modestly over my body sticks a little bit. As I come out onto the street, where cars and taxis flow around me like water, I hear the screeching tones of the call to prayer beginning. A man lays a straw mat down on the sidewalk beside me and begins his daily prayers. I don’t bother to check for cars before I cross the street. They honk and swerve gently into the oncoming lane to avoid me. I smile at a child playing in the dirt and trash that is everywhere.
This is Egypt.
The people I value and admire most in my life do this. Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you will help them to become what they are capable of being.
Overheard in the Office Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Coworker #1: Well one time, I was eating here, and I found a piece of metal in my mouth! You know, a long thin piece. But bunched up. I chewed on it and it like exploded in my mouth. In my mouth! Can you believe it? It was all twisted or something. Coiled. Oh yeah. It was a spring! A spring! Anyway, I chewed on it and it like boinged in my mouth. Wait, wait, wait. Can you believe it? Boing, boing, boing! So I spit it out and look at it and think, ‘What the hell is this and what is it doing in my food?’ But really, can you believe it? Boinging all over the place!
Coworker #2: Ok. Enough already. You’re making me sick. It’s like having lunch with Roseanne Roseannadanna. Next you’ll be telling me about the time you found a toenail in your cheeseburger.
Coworker #1: Oh yeah. Wouldn’t that be great? Lunch with Roseanne. But she’s dead, you know. Cancer.
Coworker #2: Gilda Radner died of cancer.
Coworker #1: Who? Why are you always changing the subject?
Coworker #2: I’m eating at my desk.
