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in which I do not escape the plague
Feb. 4th, 2008 08:25 pmnasty stomach bug
i never did anything
to hurt you, why me?
Went home from work early and no dance class for me tonight. This belly is definitely not dancing. Peppermint tea is my best friend.
Finished watching A Man in Our House and when I have more energy I will definitely write about it. I want to learn more about the context in which it was made. Seeing it in the context of the Middle East today was often poignant and often downright uncomfortable as the acts of the Egyptian "patriots" who you want to cheer on in their battle against the corrupt regime of the king so closely resembled those of "terrorists" in the present day. Somehow I totally missed the fact that it starred a young Omar Sharif--no wonder I thought the main character was a hottie. Those eyes! Anyway, more on the film later when I have a brain.
I hope I am well enough to at least make it to the polling station tomorrow, as I finally made up my mind. This article in today's Salon really resonated with me--don't agree with it 100 percent, but this bit rings true for me:
i never did anything
to hurt you, why me?
Went home from work early and no dance class for me tonight. This belly is definitely not dancing. Peppermint tea is my best friend.
Finished watching A Man in Our House and when I have more energy I will definitely write about it. I want to learn more about the context in which it was made. Seeing it in the context of the Middle East today was often poignant and often downright uncomfortable as the acts of the Egyptian "patriots" who you want to cheer on in their battle against the corrupt regime of the king so closely resembled those of "terrorists" in the present day. Somehow I totally missed the fact that it starred a young Omar Sharif--no wonder I thought the main character was a hottie. Those eyes! Anyway, more on the film later when I have a brain.
I hope I am well enough to at least make it to the polling station tomorrow, as I finally made up my mind. This article in today's Salon really resonated with me--don't agree with it 100 percent, but this bit rings true for me:
But here is the honest part: Hillary Clinton is a woman. And so am I. And my president doesn't have to look like me, any more than she has to be a person I want to have a beer with, but I can't pretend that it doesn't mean something, something really important, that we've never had one who looked like me before.That's not the candidate I will be voting for, but I can't deny that I really wish I could, just on her own merits. It hurts a little not to be able to--makes me angry at her, even, for not being what I wish she was--, but I guess I'm doing the genuine feminist thing in looking past gender.
