Desfase

I just listened to some sound recordings I took at the demonstration yesterday (which I’m probably never going to do anything with, because it’s tedious work and time is short) and I couldn’t help but notice that the old standby “el pueblo unido jamás será vencido,” was perhaps not the most appropriate choice for a demonstration against Israeli airstrikes in Gaza.

In Spanish (as you probably know) the chant translates to “the people united will never be defeated.” As it happens, though, the Spanish word jamás, which means ‘never’, sounds almost exactly the same as Hamas, especially when chanted. So, an alternative translation comes out something like “The people united, Hamas will be defeated.”

Just saying.

Pro-Gaza Demo in San Francisco

Around 150 people (by my notoriously unreliable estimate) gathered today in downtown San Francisco to protest Israeli airstrikes that have killed nearly 300 people in the Gaza Strip.

Demonstration in Solidarity with Gaza

Demonstration in Solidarity with Gaza

Demonstration in Solidarity with Gaza

Demonstration in Solidarity with Gaza

more pictures on my flickr account.

Preparations

In preparation for my departure for Cairo this Thursday, I went to the library earlier this week and checked out a couple of guidebooks, basic Arabic self-instruction books, a manual on XML (scripting Arabic is a bit of a nightmare) and a stack of mindless fiction.
So far, I’m making a lot of progress on the fiction.

Jew Mail strikes again

I arrived home to another piece of what I’ve come to refer to as “Jew mail.” In this case, it was a fundraising letter from Peace Now, a pro-two-state solution group that monitors human rights violations by Israeli settlers. But I’m not even going to get into the politics of it, because it’s just as often something about an upcoming event at the new Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco, or a sample copy of a Jewish literary journal. It’s clear the mail is targeted to a Jewish audience — the envelope on this particular piece was printed with a paragraph begining with “For anyone whose Bubbe ever warned them, as ours did us….” And my roommate, who gets far more junk mail than I do, doesn’t get anything like this.
The latest example
Thing is, though, I’ve never been a member of a temple, or any other Jewish organization. The only explanation I can come up with is that someone, somewhere, has gone through voter rolls or mailing lists, and identified every Jewish-sounding surname, then sold it off as a special, targeted mailing list. (Or maybe a computer. It amuses me to imagine a database function set to pull up all names ending in -man, -sky, -stein, -berg, etc.)

I’m sure it’s not actually that uncommon. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are similar lists for Hispanic or Korean or Irish names. But it still weirds me out a little every time I get one of these things.

And every time, I say to myself I should try do a story about how these lists get built. Maybe someday, I’ll actually get around to it.

Utah

Utah may be a bit lacking in street life, but you can almost forget when faced with sights like these:

Antelope Island, in the Great Salt Lake, Utah

Antelope Island, in the Great Salt Lake, Utah

Sophia heading off into the moonscape

Sophia heading off into the moonscape

Buffalo on Antelope Island

Buffalo on Antelope Island

Shore of the Great Salt Lake

Shore of the Great Salt Lake

View a flickr slideshow of images from Utah.

*note to self: polarizing filter is great for snow/water/sky scenes, but next time clean it off better/more frequently.*

New (cyber) Home

So, as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve migrated to WordPress, and my own domain name. There’s still a LOT of tweaking and customizing I’d like to do, so I haven’t added an automatic re-direct from the old blog yet. But good things are on the way!

What kind of sociopath steals somebody’s glasses?

I went to a truly beautiful party at the Capoeira Angola Foundation last night — capoeira, live bossanova and samba, Veracruzan dance. By the time midnight rolled around, the party had kicked off, and people were busting out the kind of crazy cumbia and samba moves where you find yourself being flipped over and swung around the room.

So I stripped myself of wallet, keys, phone, glasses and anything else that could conceivably fly off my person while this was going on. Gathered all my stuff up, put it in my bag, and…I think you can see where this story is going.

I was in a place that felt safe, where nearly everyone knew each other. So I wasn’t worried about my things, except to make sure my bag was up on a shelf where nobody would accidently step on it.

But when I was ready to go home, my bag wasn’t where I’d left it, and neither was another woman’s. It was 2:00 am in West Oakland, and my credit cards, id, bus pass, cellphone, ipod, glasses and keys were gone.

I couldn’t even get home, because my bicycle was outside, locked-up with a key I no longer had.

The only wordly posessions I had access to were the clothes on my back and the contents of my jacket pockets — three crumpled dollar bills, and half a pack of somebody else’s menthol lights. [Read more...]