I have been watching media coverage of the recent swap of bodies and inmates between Israel and Hizbollah. Almost all of the coverage that I have seen shows scenes of grieving Israeli families and of Israeli officials talking about the courage, pride, and loss of Israel while patronizing their enemies. When it comes to Lebanon, the media typically shows some selected images of bearded bogeymen riding horses or holding guns in public rallies. It can’t be just me who has noticed the unfair coverage. The media hardly mentions the fact that along with Hizbollah inmates, Israel is also handing over bodies and remains of 199 Hizbollah fighters. No one seems to give a shit that perhaps they were human and had families and children too. Murder and killing is wrong no matter how many are killed, who did it and no matter what the reason but it hardly seems just to compare and 2 with 199 and feel compassion for the party responsible for the 199. WTF? Inequality and favouritism is so obvious in today’s media coverage that you have to blind or a complete ignorant moron not to see it.
Note: I typically don’t like talking about the Middle East on my blog but I am so annoyed that I had to write this and scream WTF!
It is Friday again! I barely noticed the week which happened to simply flash by me. Time seems to be moving so rapidly that it’s terrifying. Only a few weeks left in summer before autumn arrives again? I have barely become accustomed to the warmth in the air. The insects and birds outside have only recently started to take pleasure in the compassion offered by heat. Would it be asking too much for things to stand still for a moment? It has to slow down or else I won’t even have time to grasp all the pleasures and absurdities of life. Perhaps I am out of my league and it’s silly to think that one can grasp everything that life throws their way. But I like to imagine that I can do so and try to grab life even if it’s just to nurture a sense of control over the chaos. Some times I can imagine my old age approaching with a startling jolt of imagination and a reminder that perhaps before I know it I will be recollecting memories of my youth. This is not supposed to happen! I am not old enough to be fearful of such preposterous possibilities as the arrival of old age! Old? What’s that? I don’t know it but lately I have been able to imagine it.
Life has a way of forcing concessions and compromises out of us. Perhaps I should also learn to reach a compromise with this predicament of imagination and simply look forward to enjoying the weekend in simple and forgetful bliss.
Midnight’s Children which is one of Salman Rushdie’s best books has won Best of the Booker prize. Rushdie beat five other authors who were also shortlisted for the prize. Reportedly Midnight’s Children won by a large margin.
I read Midnight’s Children last year and it happens to be one of my favourite books. I think Rushdie completely deserves the Best of the Booker prize. The man may have opinions that I don’t necessarily agree with but he also happens to be my favourite writer. Congrats to Rushdie!
One of my wife’s friends recently took this photo of Babur’s tomb in Afghanistan. I have never seen a picture of his tomb before and I was surprised to see that it’s a rather simple structure for a king who started one of the most magnificent royal dynasties in the history of the world. It looks unpretentious yet carries a certain tranquil elegance.
I have been noticing a raw food craze lately. There is an increasing number of weirdos these days who eat raw food only, get enemas on a regular basis, drink urine, wear magnets and do all sorts of weird rituals based on nothing but pseudo science or just plain nonsense. It seems that you can’t just be a vegan anymore..that’s so 90s…you gotta be a raw food eater and ionize your water. Of course you have to be in a position of privilege to be able to afford such a lifestyle but you can still look down upon all the savages who cook food feel good about yourself. So go get yourself a raw food guide at your local book store and pick up a take-home enema kit before they sell out. WTF?
I had my first cup of Yerba Mate today. Unfortunately it wasn’t served in a traditional cup and I got it in a typical take away coffee cup. I thought it tasted a bit strange. It was very similar to tea and the affect was similar to that of other caffeinated drinks, however I didn’t get a jittery feeling like I normally do after drinking coffee.Yerba Mate can be bought in House of Tea, a new tea shop in the CHQ shopping center in IFSC.
NOTE: Yerba Mate is quite a diuretic. Consume with caution or suffer as I did last friday..:(
Image was taken from here.
It think that this is one of best hip hop tracks ever produced.
In need of some good new music…any recommendations?
this blog started…
Happy Birthday Eccentric Optimism!
Where did time go? I am not sure…but writing here has been one of the best things I’ve done in my life…and I hope to keep writing here for the foreseeable future…
I don’t think that I can ever tire of listening to this song.
