My Mac, whom I’m not sure if I should name (would/have you? I name my cars), came into my life on Mother’s Day (hmm) when my parents and I met for lunch at the famous Kowloon in Saugus, on Route 1 somewhere in between their house and mine. Since that Sunday, I haven’t missed a day with it (not that I usually miss a day, what with my addiction and all). I love it. I love that someone can grab hold of my screen through theirs, from Trinidad, and take over my computer. I love that I can hear frogs chirping in the background. I love using the little remote control, and how everything is built in, and how the computer handles itself (rather than making me constantly run SpyBot and Ad-Aware and think about which anti-virus protection is the best, and having to download it and install it and pay for it) and how I’ve turned into such a nerd and I love that I can do shit like this:
Also, I love Global Voices – what a nice gesture to do that on my birthday!
Although I tend to question the validity of articles such as the one I discovered today in the Thaindian News, I’m a little pleased to see this human rights question raised – all too often, Morocco is praised for its attitude toward terrorism, but in this case, its staggering similarity to the United States is alarming.
While I also question the validity of this Associated Press article, again I am a bit pleased to see the Polisario mentioned in this way. I often read articles which assert the Saharawi people’s right to autonomy, which I understand (whether or not I agree with it), but articles in which the Polisario is praised as fighting for the “freedom of the Saharawi people” sicken me.
A choice quote:
The Polisario seeks to portray Morocco’s control as a brutal occupation, and Morocco wants to discredit the Polisario as a washed up repressive revolutionary front that holds captive a refugee population in order to pursue its goals.
I am one year older today. Twenty-six, to be precise. That’s another year closer to thirty, another year further away from whimsy and closer to wrinkles, I suppose (yeah, right, like I’ll ever stop being whimsical).
Given the wealth of stuff I did for my birthday weekend, I’m going to keep this short, sweet, and in list format. I present you with my birthday weekend:
- On Friday, my co-workers surprised me with a beautiful cake (which was photographed, but only on Priscilla’s iPhone – yes, Priscilla, I’m blogging about you!)
- On Friday night, I attended the Berkman@10 gala (would’ve taken pictures, but my battery was dead), which was both informative and entertaining and mostly made me wish I’d been able to attend the rest of the conference.
- On Saturday, I treated myself to a mani/pedi – and at $30, it was hardly treating myself!
- On Satuday evening, I had a party with Priscilla (there’s your name again, lovely) – Renata took the photos, and she’s still en route to Guatemala, so we’ll wait with bated breath for those.
- Then today, I hung out like a tourist around Fanueil Hall with Hamza and the fam. Some evidence:
By the way, that second one was at Dick’s Last Resort – they made me wear the hat. It had balloons at the top.