Saturday, March 21, 2009

Night Sky, Hold Me Tight !




Flying out of Amman tonight after a mind-blowing 2.5 weeks in the Arab world. Played Frisbee in the Gaza slums, rode camels around the pyramids, trucks into Wadi Rum, and horses up to the High Place of Sacrifice at Petra. Drove all over Jordan in a little red car. Got a little tired of falafel, so we closed out the dining portion of the trip at an Indian restaurant in a fancy hotel. Looking forward to Springtime in DC, but once you've been Meester Jeemee, it is hard to come back down.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Take me to the Bridge

I've been struggling for days trying to come up with a little superfluous bridge for your "Let's get fucked up" song. How about:

It's not audacity
Darling I'm not audacious
It's common sensual
Dammit that's how God made us

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Hungry?



I've been listening to some Fast Fun in the car lately, although the CD I have is kind of scratched. I really regret not bringing a more joyful sound to the vocal stylings. It is always heartbreaking to think of all the happiness we have inside ourselves that we are unable to express to those around us. But that just gives us another chance to have some fun trying to express it in the future, right?


Anyway, I was struck by a frame of some dumb comic strip in today's Washington Post, although it did not relate to interventionist foreign policy, or even big-badness.
I'll be leaving for Egypt, Gaza, and Jordan on Wednesday with a Code Pink delegation. I'll be sure to eat before I go, prophylactically.