This work by Jillian C. York is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Every day on the bus, as I scan through the feeds coming through my RSS reader, I save the best folder for last. I flip first through folders dubbed “anthroblogging” and “arabists,” ones for my Global Voices readings, and ones for work. Once I’ve read, or at least marked all as read, I come to [...]
On “Otherness”
[Since writing this post yesterday, I've had a number of interesting conversations, not to mention received more e-mails and comments than usual. Although it's perhaps too soon to revise my post in a meaningful way, there are a few things I feel that I should have included: my age and status as a single woman [...]
Meknes, ya Meknes
As I get ready for work, I finger a row of books on the shelf, tickling the spines of favorite titles like John Updike’s Brazil and Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita until I reach a tiny volume. My fingers rest upon the broken and bent spine of Allan Hibbard’s Paul Bowles, Magic, and Morocco, [...]
Aleppo
I’ve been home from Syria for ten days, and pathetically, I have only written one blog post. I’ve been busy, you see – looking for a new apartment, catching up on work, being human…and absorbing. Since Prague, I haven’t traveled anywhere personally significant, and even Prague, even the city of a thousand spires, didn’t meet [...]


















