This is another personal entry, feel free to skip over it if you’re not interested. Tyger, I am sorry for not getting back to you on the Fukuyama piece; know that I am halfway through the article, but please bear with me because I have been very busy lately. I will post my reply to you either tonight or tomorrow morning.
I had a terrible day. On the academic front it was OK. Semester started, taking a course on Palestine, which is OK but not all that exciting after all… Prof is nice and friendly but frankly I did not enjoy the first class (but the rest of the post might explain that). Good news is, I got graduate assistantship; I will be holding writing/citation workshops for undergraduate students – a bit like a methodologies course. It’s not my passion in life, to be honest, but I will do it anyway. On the personal front, well, I have been feeling really down lately, but today was just the worst day ever. No, I am not PMSing;
I will throw a Molotov cocktail (my favourite thing) at the next guy who says that. I will not elaborate, so don’t ask me what it’s all about, unless you want to have a Molotov cocktail thrown at you. The only thing that caught my attention on the (long) way home was a sticker on a car. It was a German flag with a swastika on it. A German flag with a swastika on it. In Lebanon. Not sure if I get the insinuation, but there’s a saying here, عيش كتير بتشوف كتير ; it translates to “live more, see more”.