Seriously though after that checkpoint I’m nervous I’ll get stuck in Egypt, which would be completely unfair and unnecessary of Israel to do but since when do they care?
Have you heard of Ban Bossy? It’s the new initiative from Lean In and the Girl Scouts that’s trying to ban “bossy” and similar words that are used to bring down girls that are ambitious, take risks, and speak up. By changing the way we treat girls who lead, hopefully our generation will someday see more women in leadership roles.
The checkpoint took an insanely long time today, and they didn’t make everyone get off the bus — just me and some of the Palestinians, but like 1/4 were allowed to stay on, which I haven’t seen before. It was weird because the soldier who checked my passport said I wouldn’t have to walk through. Then the other one on the bus said I did, and they exchanged a few words in Hebrew (I heard something about “Canadian passport”) and decided I had to walk through after all. That’s normally not a problem, and I’d allowed time for it — except that they only let through three people at once for some reason, and they were insanely thorough with my passport.
tl;dr the checkpoint took way longer than it ever has before for me, and seemed to target me in particular, and made me so late I missed my bus.
What to do when you have enough food for breakfast or dinner, and you’re leaving the next morning?
Clearly you use dinner as an opportunity to support local, delicious Palestinian beer and save the “real food” for the next morning.
Taybeh beer was founded the year I was born and I am therefore allowed to take no-makeup selfies with their products.
Happy Birthday to the first human in space, Yuri Gagarin!
Here are some beautiful Palekh paintings from the late 70s / early 80s by Kaleria and Boris Kukuliev depicting Gagarin and others in scenes of celestial fantasy.
I’m pretty sure every song from AM has shown up on my dash at this point, and I’m very okay with it.
that dude i went out with on friday had such a hard on for chomsky i should have known he was terrible
That’s a rule to live by.
I was just organizing some documents and found one titled “bus musings.” I opened it and found this:
One doesn’t so much read Hebrew as navigate it.
London’s the only city I know whose icons are its everyday things. More famous than Buckingham Palace or Tower Bridge are the phone booths, postboxes, buses, and tube.
There were two women opposite me: a granny with tissue-stuffed sleeves popping Werther’s Originals, and one who looked as though she drove across town to Waitrose for fear of having a Tesco bag within sight of the neighbors. The latter scanned the bus through slitted eyes and an expression suggestive of too much citrus and not enough sunlight.
London is really a series of small towns built up against each other. You can walk in Belgravia beside brick palaces with names like Dogbreath Mansions or Triplechin Park, and a block later go home to your counsel flat. A coughing fit in Peckham brings out the Purel in Dulwich Village.
There was a bus to Penzance outside gate seven. I briefly considered sneaking aboard it and spending the next three months bumming around Cornwall, eating pasties and perhaps becoming a pirate.
Which I have no recollection writing, but which I suppose I must have done at Luton waiting for my flight to TLV. It’s all pretty ridiculous and for that I quite like it.
that gif is so usefUL
there are lots of…things happening in florida lately
Y’all done fucked around and rolled a 3 in Jumanji