safarnama

Feb 17

[video]

“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.” — Hafiz (via silenceyourfear)

(Source: stxxz.us, via occupiedmuslim)

Jan 17

newyorker:

A cartoon by Roz Chast. Take a look at more cartoons from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/19pATON

newyorker:

A cartoon by Roz Chast. Take a look at more cartoons from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/19pATON

(Source: newyorker.com, via npr)

Jan 06

Palestine 1948
drawing copied from an old photograph I found on tumblr

Palestine 1948

drawing copied from an old photograph I found on tumblr

Jan 05

She is so alive

Suddenly infallible

Like summer roses

Jan 03

america-wakiewakie:

Noam Chomsky 


Everything about this.

america-wakiewakie:

Noam Chomsky 

Everything about this.

(Source: america-wakiewakie, via cognitivedissonance)

Jan 01

Went for a hike with C the other day, up to Eagle Peak. A nice 7ish miles, beautiful view, gorgeous weather. It feels so wonderful to be able to do this - being injured and unable to run or hike for the past 4-5 months could never make me forget the feeling of being out in nature. I’m happy to be recovered enough to do this, but I’ve still got some work to do before I can confidently say I’ll be doing the Appalachian Trail after graduation.

Went for a hike with C the other day, up to Eagle Peak. A nice 7ish miles, beautiful view, gorgeous weather. It feels so wonderful to be able to do this - being injured and unable to run or hike for the past 4-5 months could never make me forget the feeling of being out in nature. I’m happy to be recovered enough to do this, but I’ve still got some work to do before I can confidently say I’ll be doing the Appalachian Trail after graduation.

Dec 05

keep quiet, smile back (where you came from)

returnthegayze:

there is a joke among
indians that our families never
seem to smile in photographs.
but
this seems to be a strategy
that we are losing in the diaspora


growing up i remember learning the names
of relatives
like the ways we are taught to identify
constellations in the night sky:
always looking from a
distance
trying to determine lines and
shapes to recall should we be
so fortunate enough to meet in person
one day

i come from
a family of shitty digital photographs
of old people not smiling — with hearts
made out of thousands of phone cords
hugging tightly – attached to
emails from across the ocean inundated
with so many prayers and blessings that
sometimes i think i could break
all the rules and still be okay
(cause grandma’s got me covered
for life)

you see this is what it means to be
of diaspora:
to embrace half of your family as low quality photos
of wrinkles and frowns
is to become
intimately familiar with the dust of
a family album, the static of a phone
receiver, the stories of a time and
country always on the other side
of your palm
where the brownest
parts of you reside

so family is never really about the kiss,
the hug, the touch. it is more of a feeling
that we learn how to carry deep inside our chests
it is
more of a type of connection that no
border can swallow
it is about hearing the news across the receiver
that one of those stars thousands of miles away flickered out
and maybe you only saw it once or twice but
you are still weeping because
you remember the aluminum of a voice
remember the grayest of eyes
remember that scowl and how deeply and defiantly it loved you
amidst it all

but to be of the diaspora
means that
you are growing accustomed to
this perpetual feeling of loss
how much sense it makes to experience it in this country where they have tried their best to rid you of your ancestors (so they can
call you their own) and all of the other ways of being before the smile they forced on your face that moment they took your photo after granting you a college degree and stealing your native tongue
after giving you a pay raise and sending a bomb across the ocean
after reminding you american and reminding ‘them’ terrorist

you see this is what it means to be
of diaspora: to not be able to isolate
the grief of one passing from another
sort of passage, to become so familiar
of losing that we become comfortable with
mispronouncing our names and our faces
with features that were
never meant for us
and we do not have a language to explain
to the constellations that we were already lonely before they left us

so maybe i am terrified of my own smile because it reveals the vastness of an ocean 
and just how much we are capable of losing
and how much we have already
lost

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Dec 04

“Life is going to present to you a series of transformations. And the point of education should be to transform you. To teach you how to be transformed so you can ride the waves as they come. But today, the point of education is not education. It’s accreditation. The more accreditation you have, the more money you make. That’s the instrumental logic of neoliberalism. And this instrumental logic comes wrapped in an envelope of fear. And my Ivy League, my MIT students are the same. All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid.” —

- Junot Díaz, speaking at Yale (via beaucadeau)

My Cupertino mentality is in full force today; I need this reminder.

(Source: avelvetmood, via aloofshahbanou)

Nov 16

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