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We’re All Friends at the Traffic Court Line Up

July 24, 2008

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I found this entry¬†recently and I thought it was a nice snapshot of the world a couple of years ago. Things happen so quickly now–wars, mobilizations, candidacies and upsets–that it seems easy to forget where we were in 06.¬† I have to confess to editing it a bit to get rid of some stuff I […]

Where Meat Comes From

July 22, 2008

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This is something I wrote many years ago, and its very satisfying, so I thought I’d put it on the front page for a minute.   I initially wrote the following piece of creative non-fiction in hopes of publishing it in Meatpaper, a neat little omnibus of meat-related writings. Its been a week and they […]

Some Kind of Ay-Rab

April 9, 2008

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Its been a while since I had any time (or inclination) to write one of my heart-warming memoiry essays. School, work and, more to the point, the quitting of coffee, have all conspired to keep me from pouring my heart out to absolute strangers at the rate I was accustomed. But seriously, one of the […]

Remembering Celeste

September 11, 2007

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My friend Celeste Victoria died in the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. I try every year to make to remember her life, and to use that life to keep my perspective fresh. That day was a horrifying event for New Yorkers (as I was then, just completing my sixth year of life in […]

The Fourth in Alameda

July 5, 2007

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I hate July 4th. Many people will say that and do the barbecues or watch the fireworks; not me, I boycott. I never liked the holiday much, anyway; at first because fireworks are such a letdown and then you have a whole bunch of sulpherous smelly crap to clean up and not even any presents. […]

Everyone Wants to Die in Dura, Part 1

March 8, 2007

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As you may have guessed, being half Palestinian and half Colombian brings with it a multitude of uncommon experiences. Unfortunately, the majority of them for me have been long and odd sagas about vengeance and loss, hopelessness and ignorance. This is one of them. My father, Ghazi, and his brother, Taha had a long and […]

Hospice Temp

January 20, 2007

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Its been an odd series of months. Those interested in the sundry can read accounts in this blog and in hyphenatedrepublic.blogspot.com, its predecessor. Others that know me probably already know the whole story. I guess at the point that I’m at in my life, I need a bounty of good experiences, but I’ve more or […]