Archives for October, 2005

I posted this 35 minutes too late for the Blog Quake Day deadline of Oct 26, 2005.

On a regular basis now I am confronted by the grooves in the palms of my hand. The scab on the inside of the knuckle of the second to last finger of my right hand, the birthmark at the base of the thumb of my left hand, the pale crescents of my nails poking over the tops of my fingers, the crookedness of my fingers, all these things get in the way of my talking to God, so during these predetermined times of prayer, I am at a loss for words. Continue reading this entry »

I’m writing a piece on Eid for the Journal, but decided to cut out the part below. Still, because I haven’t yet forgotten Mr. S., I decided to post it here. Continue reading this entry »

It has become increasingly self-evident, so that even I, who am most self-oblivious, cannot ignore it: my avoidance of the media, formerly unthinking, is creating a disconnect between my perception of the world and the reality of it that is wider than even everyday complacency can justify. Continue reading this entry »

And, oh, what was this – was I nostalgic? Was I missing a place I couldn’t believe I had really been in? Mere moths ago.

Now: the house is silent outside my headphones; there is a lamp shining in my face, a brightness constant in my eye; the room is dark beside; and I am staring, jaw clenched, at a bright square supported on my too-small table: pictures, pictures slide past: faded, over-exposed, beautiful, mediocre, peopled and empty. Continue reading this entry »

Friday’s rains washed away the last remnants of summer. The green of the grass was hidden beneath grey mists and sheets of fallen leaves. This was the heralding of fall, the commencement of winter: blustery winds, milling crowds of students going home for the weekend, winter jackets taken out of storage. Continue reading this entry »

It is fast becoming clichéd to talk about the Aberdeen party. It appears everyone has taken a stand and a side, and all possible arguments have been drawn up.
And yet, there is still something missing.
After the pandemonium of that drunken weekend, after the burnt car, the misidentified KCVI kid, the hundreds of tickets – after all that chaos, it is almost ludicrous for me to say that what I find most disturbing for its absence is respect. Continue reading this entry »

Queen’s Homecoming 2005 made national news, so I’m not going to fill in the details on the notorious Aberdeen party now (maybe tomorrow).
But for the sake of posterity, I am copy pasting the letter I emailed to the Queen’s Journal just now, in regards to the article Professor’s letter draws fire. Continue reading this entry »