Saturday, August 2, 2008

Do I sound cynical yet?

If you want a practical education, replete with all the realism and moral compromise that entails, go to a developing country.

I mean it. Go South, young man, and stay awhile.

Be sure to bring a copy of Heart of Darkness with you.

P.S. I suspect that there are rich and varied allusions to be made here...that or a tremendous cultural gaffe. Unfortunately, it's been almost 10 years since A.P. English and a solid five since my Comparative Literature degree. Thus, I am grossly out of touch.
P.P.S. Thus I am also getting old.
P.P.P.S. *shudder*

Friday, August 1, 2008

Sunset at Mar Saba

This is the only place that really feels like the Holy Land to me. Despite the sheep shit on the winding staircase to the fetid stream, there's something incredibly comforting about this place. It's quiet, a touch dangerous and mostly organic.

Especially the smells.

And then there's the blending of my two lives on the way here...winding mountain roads with clusters of Palestinian inhabitants along the way...the taxi driver blasting "where'd you get your body from" with a heavy bass beat. One part simple and almost primeval, one part obnoxiously American.

Stepping out of the taxi, the wind feels a bit like yogic breath, almost steady and pulsing enough to drive away the will.i.am.

Almost.