April 27, 2006
A few general comments running through my head, before I get to working.
First, I thought I might comment on my silence on the Iranian situation - nuclear tensions and US sabre rattling.
I haven't said very much in this area as I am a self-confessed ignoramus when it comes to Iran (well, I am sure I know more than the average citizen in the West, but I don't feel expert in Iran in the final analysis). I generally prefer to only comment where I feel i have real knowledge. Iran - its Shianess, its Iranianness - rather outside of my realm of experience. And I haven't had practical work experience with Iran either.
So, unless genuinely moved by some developments, a subject I shall stay away from. I will note my general inclination is at present to distrust US sabre rattling, more for the underlying incompetence of the American Administration than any love for the Iranian regime (the two seem to deserve each other on some level, in terms of competence).
Second, on the other currently hot topic, Bin Laden: here again I feel unmoved to comment as Sovietology of his tapes has never been an activity I particularly find engaging. Abu Aardvark does a better job. I might, once I sit down and read his comments on Dar Fur in the original Arabic, be moved to comment there as his sally into this issue intrigues me. But as I have only read his comments in translation (the sin of laziness and being buzy with other matters) at the moment, I am refraining.
Third, an observation on a lesson from Chemotherapy, as I enter my fifth month (or is it sixth?) of this grinding process (and I do highly advise the average reader to avoid getting cancer of any kind, it's a real bitch and a conversation stopper at that. One either avoids it in discussions or drags it through. I tend to drag it through as hiding my cancer seems unlike me.): I have learned from this experience that I am far more vain than I had previously suspected. Being bald now, besides resulting in a chilly head, is an item of great sensitivity. I have avoided photos documenting the baldiness and now head coverings are nearly constant. I do take some vague and perverse pleasure in donning some traditional Maghrebine robes that I have (quality mind you, none of that tourist rubbish, my JV partner had her personal tailor work them up for me) and wrapping a sahraouie scarf round me head to make a turban, and then sitting out front of my dear Aunt's house in Middle America. Afraid my American relatives have concluded that I am quite mad.
So the lesson there is that I am both vain and perverse.
Finally, upcoming is a Lounsbury comment on a new book on homosexuality in the Arab / Islamic world by an Aqoul fan. Not a review per se, which would require more skill than I possess, but a comment and reaction.
Posted by The Lounsbury at April 27, 2006 03:33 PM
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Ha. You really are Richard Francis Burton.
Posted by: eerie at April 27, 2006 04:02 PM
Ah fuck off you silly Woggie girl. Am beset by twits today, don't need your guff.
Posted by: The Lounsbury at April 27, 2006 05:07 PM
Ah, forgive me sahib.
(btw the Dar Fur thread has cheered me up immensely)
Posted by: eerie at April 27, 2006 05:33 PM
I'm sure. Your perverse Oriental nature or some such thing.
Posted by: The Lounsbury at April 27, 2006 05:50 PM
And don't you have some reflexions on Desi communities to work on? That rough draft is merely an appetiser.
Posted by: The Lounsbury at April 27, 2006 05:51 PM
True, I have been thinking about it.
Posted by: eerie at April 27, 2006 06:12 PM
Your perverse Oriental nature
Isn't that supposed to be "inscrutable"? Or does that only apply to East Asians?
Posted by: Eva Luna at April 27, 2006 06:33 PM
that is truely a wonderful image. L sitting on his aunt's front porch, iced tea in hand, in his Maghrebine finest.
middle america will never be the same.
isn't that supposed to be "inscrutable"? Or does that only apply to East Asians?
FYI, when the Chinese began trading with the British, they would notice that the Brits' pupils would dilate when they were interested in something, and such a condition is easier to hide when you have almond-shaped eyes as I inherited from Mother Avenger, aka Ming Dwan.
Posted by: The Dark Avenger at April 28, 2006 01:05 AM