For days, I’ve tried to come up with something to write about, in order to bump off that horrendous dead liveblog sitting in the middle of my blog. I thought about posting on Rahm Emanuel, but another blogger already said more than I possibly could (if you follow that link, know that while I don’t agree 100% on all of her stances, her take on Emanuel is spot-on). I thought about discussing the filtered Internet in Turkey, or the recent case of Yassine Belassal in Morocco, but both have been done, and better than I could possibly do them.
And then last night I got a phone call from a friend, normally halfway around the world, now simply a continent away. Said friend is entirely alone in another country, and while it’s normally a great place to be, is there under rather horrific circumstances. I will hopefully write about his ordeal, but would rather get a chance to speak more with him first, make sure that I don’t say too much, something wrong.
So I have my story, so to speak, but for once in my life feel too humbled to write.