the more i…
live, the less i feel i can post. for fear of offending, exposing, being perceived as: immature, overly critical, and just generally distasteful. there’s a lot i itch to post about (oh the things i hear/see…), but just couldn’t because of where i am/was/will be/want to be. note: that SUCKS. how does one hold meaningful conversation via blog (hahah, shut up) (no seriously, well at least half seriously) when one isn’t supposed to talk about it? and it’s not the classified/confidential stuff that i’m talking about, either. it’s the everyday stuff. and so i’m reduced to telling you about the mediocre, the “yawn” stuff. like:
the most precious photographer came to my masjid today. i talked to his reporter-colleague over the phone (who couldnt multitask worth beans; it took me a full 2 minutes just for me to yank from her the knowledge that this was to be photo-only, no story, “wild art”), who rushed the poor guy over (he was sweating; kinda gross) for our 2nd congregation. [oh btw according to the latest, my masjid is now a “mega mosque” haha- love it or leave it] anyway, my dearest imam, who is always (rightfully) wary of reporters (granted, he wasnt one, but same ilk), asked me to bring him up to the office for a mini introduction: don’t photograph the women from behind, don’t stand in front of congregants during prayer, don’t photograph individuals w/o permission, etc. it was a very short intro, but the poor photographer left looking even more dazed than when he walked in the door (he REALLY must have rushed). and a little scared, too. come to think of it, i shouldve guided him back down the stairs, because i think he forgot which way i had brought him up to the imam’s office. (oops). so, keep an eye on tomorrow’s (today’s?) washington times for a picture (maybe, unless a butt editor gets to it). just a picture. and if it’s at all shady or spinny, holler and i will hunt down the reporter/photog personally. :)\
i had downright thoughtful things to post earlier this week, but they got lost somewhere in the rush. sorry kids. here’s to hoping my weekend will help matters.
edité: oh and the whole DNC RNC business is a total load. (almost) never in my life have i heard such pandering, worthless, rehearsed, mind numbing tripe…ever. and yes this goes to the dnc as well, even if i do lean that way. you’d think we were talking about SNL skits, the way these things are run! i have an innate dislike of politics, but i’d honestly be happy if we just stopped spending so much freaking money and time on it all. go freaking build a levee or something.