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I am having quite a lovely lazy Seattle day. On the way home from breakfast with z, bank/postoffice/catfood/etc I had a magical encounter with a dear friend's roommate who I had only hung out with a couple of times. On the street corner in our neighborhood catfood in hand we chatted for nearly an hour. She recalled offhand how just recently she has been thinking about Israel again; how she was just a teenager last time she seriously gave Israel much thought, in 1967. That woman, she points to a woman crossing the street. Do you know her? She spends a lot of time in Israel.
It is interesting, I told her. I had just peaked in one of the two independent videostores in our immediate neighborhood, looking for peace, propaganda and the promise land, and the only documentaries they had on the Israel/Palestine region were dramaticized accounts of Palestinian violence. I could not find one video that addressed Israeli occupation. The one I found at our other indie rental store, death in gaza, is a great account of the conflict in gaza. In the filming of this documentary the camera man was murdered by Israeli soldiers while holding white flag and media card. Israel is doing some awful things and it is becoming ever more increasingly difficult to learn about them. I will present more on this soon, as I am feeling very driven to talk about how my experience differs so greatly from what is portrayed in the media. As a jew and a U.S. taxpayer I feel directly connected to the atrocities perpetrated against Palestinians. Recognizing the role of misinformation and silence in maintaining Israeli violence against Palestinians, I feel compelled to speak the truth and make noise. (Look for a link soon!)
Ahead of me tonight is night 1 of my dear friend's wedding. She has called it an, all night affair. I still have yet to be shown how to wear my traditional Somali wear that has been picked out for me to wear tonight. All I have been told is black shoes, open toe would be nice, yes, any bra will be fine. It is kind of see through, she giggles. Kind of see through traditional moslem attire? I smiled. No, traditional Somali, not traditional moslem, more laughs. Soon I will know what all this means. Night 2 tomorrow, and then Sunday morning z, takes me to the airport for a week in petaluma.
My kittens mellowed after minutes of my being home from my travels. They continue to be super mewey sweet, for this whole week, now. D rock is roaring on the piano. My room is sun strewn and fresh. Another load off for the wash.
It is interesting, I told her. I had just peaked in one of the two independent videostores in our immediate neighborhood, looking for peace, propaganda and the promise land, and the only documentaries they had on the Israel/Palestine region were dramaticized accounts of Palestinian violence. I could not find one video that addressed Israeli occupation. The one I found at our other indie rental store, death in gaza, is a great account of the conflict in gaza. In the filming of this documentary the camera man was murdered by Israeli soldiers while holding white flag and media card. Israel is doing some awful things and it is becoming ever more increasingly difficult to learn about them. I will present more on this soon, as I am feeling very driven to talk about how my experience differs so greatly from what is portrayed in the media. As a jew and a U.S. taxpayer I feel directly connected to the atrocities perpetrated against Palestinians. Recognizing the role of misinformation and silence in maintaining Israeli violence against Palestinians, I feel compelled to speak the truth and make noise. (Look for a link soon!)
Ahead of me tonight is night 1 of my dear friend's wedding. She has called it an, all night affair. I still have yet to be shown how to wear my traditional Somali wear that has been picked out for me to wear tonight. All I have been told is black shoes, open toe would be nice, yes, any bra will be fine. It is kind of see through, she giggles. Kind of see through traditional moslem attire? I smiled. No, traditional Somali, not traditional moslem, more laughs. Soon I will know what all this means. Night 2 tomorrow, and then Sunday morning z, takes me to the airport for a week in petaluma.
My kittens mellowed after minutes of my being home from my travels. They continue to be super mewey sweet, for this whole week, now. D rock is roaring on the piano. My room is sun strewn and fresh. Another load off for the wash.