A call to tear down the Qasr ElEini wall – a street blockade by state forces made of cement blocks – is fulfilled today. Much as I wanted and had planned to, I couldn’t be there, but here’s the story of a people bringing down a wall through their city.
My readership is slowly increasing (mostly in part to my insistent bugging of friends), my blog gets a wonderful nod from a wonderful friend on his website, I am shamelessly flattered and shamelessly hungry for more.
Writing away an urge to write.
A timelapse video – my first! – of my gazania opening.
The Pope is dead, and I am unable to mourn him. But beyond that, I hope that this momentous event in this timing will mobilize the Copts out of the confines of the Church and congregation into a fight for full and equal citizenship with the rest of their compatriots.
At the end of the day, all it takes to getting things done is to just do them.
Having “boycotted” reading anything by Oscar Wilde, I have just bought three volumes that contain virtually all of his work – except for The Picture of Dorian Gray and De Profundis – to discover and explore his writing. My curiosity about Wilde and testing my established position about his work had been increasing, and I found the books at a bargain price, which prompted me to get them all, after having watched a documentary that really sparked my interest. To learn why I haven’t been wanting to read Wilde and watch the documentary, check out this post.
“Not all who wander are lost.”
A brief presentation of a twelve-step guide to planning a successful and effective campaign strategy.
An old draft about the case of Samira Ibrahim originally written in the wake of the State Council Administrative Court ruling condemning and suspending the carrying out of “virginity tests” on female detainees in military prisons, and now revived, refined and expanded. Published as part of the “Blogging Week for Egyptian Women” initiative. #EgWomarch
Society has a problem with female nudity when it is not packaged for the consumption of male entertainment. Then it becomes confusing.
It’s a good day when your neighbor and childhood friend drops by bringing you homemade cupcakes for a midday visit and chat.