Friday, August 15, 2008  

A slant by any other name...

Catching up. Ok, I confess, my viewing of the Olympics has been less than stellar. I am not glued to the TV, I don't watch it much, if the games come up while channel surfing, I'll watch. And here's a little secret- the TV isn't on that much. Whew, feels good to get that out in the open.

But, I digress....(really? as M. says, disgressing again?)

Yeah, well.

Here is an Olympic tidbit that managed to catch up with me, which could be called: The full picture. Photo / AP
What Were They Thinking?
Oh, yeah, right, they're from Spain.

I'm sorry, love Spain, love my Spanish friends, but as sportsmen, their sports teams are a national shame.

The latest lovely demonstration of Spanish manners was held by not one by several Spanish Olympic teams, including the Women's basketball team.

I don't care if this was for an ad, it's racist, demeaning and disturbing, especially given the racist behavior that occurred during the World Cup in 2004 with several people appearing in blackface to racially jeer Hamilton, a Black British player.

This is just unacceptable no matter who does it.

For a take on how this kind of thing makes people feel, lend an ear to
from NPR:


India Turns 61

Midnight's Children are collectively 61 today. Things economically are looking quite good for India as it sits, poised to be a major player over the next 10 years.

To celebrate tonight, watch


Wednesday, August 13, 2008  

Who let

the Prez out?

I mean, really!

From The Guardian:


Did you

miss the Cold War?

Somebody must have because it's back! In all its nasty glory with Georgia slogging on South Ossetia, Russia slogging on Georgia. And the US- whoa, was that Dick Cheney come out with his Cheshire Cat grin, suggesting we should take sides?

All this diversion to take our minds off Iraq, the coming war with Iran and hide some offensive behavior going on somewhere.

Have a high ball. Hell, have two. Just don't let Disk Cheney stir it for you.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008  

From the Guardian:

A vigil for Mahmoud Darwish

candle-lit vigil for the ate Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish


Wonderful column

from the Independent on Mahmoud Darwish:

Mahmoud Darwish, however, did not come from a country which swapped communist oppression for blatant capitalist excess. He came from Palestine, or what would be Palestine if the state were allowed to exist. At the age of 12, he was invited to write a poem for Israel's Independence Day and wrote one contrasting the experience of living in Israel of an Arab and a Jew. He was summoned to the military governor, who told him that if he continued to write such subversive material, his family would suffer. From that point on, he never stopped.

(the rest)


R.I.P. Mahmoud Darwish

The incredible Palestinian poet and writer
Mahmoud Darwish, has died at the age of 67.

I first encountered his poetry while in Paris:

Identity Card
I am an Arab
And my identity card is number fifty thousand
I have eight children
And the nineth is coming after a summer
Will you be angry?

I am an Arab
Employed with fellow workers at a quarry
I have eight children
I get them bread
Garments and books
from the rocks..
I do not supplicate charity at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry?

I am an Arab
I have a name without a title
Patient in a country
Where people are enraged
My roots
Were entrenched before the birth of time
And before the opening of the eras
Before the pines, and the olive trees
And before the grass grew

My father.. descends from the family of the plow
Not from a privileged class
And my grandfather..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well-born!
Teaches me the pride of the sun
Before teaching me how to read
And my house is like a watchman's hut
Made of branches and cane
Are you satisfied with my status?
I have a name without a title!

I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors
And the land which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left nothing for us
Except for these rocks..
So will the State take them
As it has been said?!

Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate poeple
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper's flesh will be my food
Of my hunger
And my anger!

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