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    War Again

    Like many, I feel sad about what’s been happening in Gaza over the past few days.
    This sadness turns to anguish when I read the one-sided coverage in the American media, which never wavers from Israel’s “right to defend itself” and blames Hamas even for civilian casualties.
    For the issues and arguments, I’ll defer to Palestinian leader Mustafa [...]

    Citizen of the Blogosphere

    I was interviewed last spring by blogger Reb (Rebecca Robinson) for her graduate school project, and I got an award from Homeyra, who blogs about culture and politics from Tehran.

    The Artist-Squatters of Paris

    It is my pleasure to announce a show of photos documenting the artistic squats of Paris, where I spent most of my time from September 1991–October 1992. The show is at Firestorm Cafe & Books, an anarchist collective in Asheville, North Carolina.

    Until Then….

    I’ll continue to write new blog posts whenever I feel the urge, but I want to let you know that the real action is now on other parts of this site.

    Give Me Olive Trees

    I’d like to have olive trees outside my front door.

    Orphan Wisdom

    Where did I get this understanding? I don’t remember. No teacher taught me it, or many did.

    In or Out?

    I feel pulled in two different directions in response to injustice in the world. One instinct is to withdraw from human confusion and seek an island of inner peace. The opposite instinct is engagement. However appealing it may be for me to drop out, I feel there is something selfish about it, since the only person’s problems I would be solving are my own.

    Weblog Awards Finalist!

    While I wasn’t paying attention, conservative blogger Jon Swift nominated me for the 2007 Weblog Awards in the “Best Middle East or Africa Blog” category. In celebration, here are a few of my articles from the past year that I am proudest of.

    Ramadan Roundup

    I observed the Ramadan fast during my first year in Morocco, to better understand what it was about, though I was surrounded that year by Moroccan atheists who kept begging me, as a foreigner, to buy them wine. I haven’t fasted since, but have enjoyed Ramadan “in my own way” as a time to soak in the tranquility and spiritual feeling.

    Trains

    As a kid, when I heard a train whistle in the distance, I would get on my bike and ride half a mile to the railroad track, so I could count the cars of the train as it went by.