Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Sunday, January 27, 2013

downton

i cried like a baby. i admit it

however, all that aside, i find it absolutely outrageous to suggest that at a time when homosexuals were reviled and persecuted it would be even remotely possible for a gay man to "make a mistake"

i dreamt that nobody wanted me; i tried both rooms and left, feeling hurt... confused... out of place in my own house

one of those tense morning dreams that leaves you irritable and bewildered

Saturday, January 26, 2013

you don't tell me, so i don't ask. that also means i'll never know..

Friday, January 25, 2013

why am i writing so much? i suspect that, although we talk four times a day about every aspect of (my) life as well as the lives of TV characters (at my own insistence, of course), it never feels to be enough.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

i have both the comfort and the utter torment of distance...
there is absolutely nothing you can do to hide from -24C.. not even indoors

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

left to my own devices, i go back to the lazy basics

- radish and cucumber salad w/ sour cream
- spaghetti with some random concoction of vegetables (onion and garlic, forgotten)
- something resembling خورشت بامیه but it's impossible to tell
- random (curried) concoction of vegetables
- egg
- tuna
- sandwich

i imagine, then, that any proper food i make...

آش رشته
کوکو سبزی
قورمه سبزی
خورشت کرفس
casserole
cabbage soup
vegetable & noodle stir fry

...i make not for myself, but for the family

Monday, January 21, 2013

Robert Fisk was not, himself, as inspiring as the crowd that came to see him tonight. I very nearly wept during one of several resounding ovations



Tuesday, January 15, 2013

the very first book i tagged has been published
:):)

Monday, January 14, 2013

feeling every single kilometre between us

Friday, January 11, 2013

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

i dreamt that i was in a country like south africa during apartheid. there was an announcement on the radio: "we are coming for you." i took my son and ran; my husband remained to fend them off. the first time, we managed to get away. the second time, they found us hiding in a closet.. the fear of seeing those boots was simply paralyzing

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

the night is long

Happy new year, my darlings

Wishing you all health, love, and new beginnings