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 […]
[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 […]
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, […]