Monday Music: the melancholy dust edition

I had a ton of work today, and was stuck trying to catch an errant signal outside (while the wind blew my fringe into my hair, making my eyelids red and itchy) and trying to figure out the continously failing signal at Starbucks. It is official, I HATE Orange Jordan (I’ll have a post comingContinue reading “Monday Music: the melancholy dust edition”

Monday Music: the smoky new hair edition

Because I don’t own a decent digital camera, I can’t quite do justice to the efforts of 3+ hours at the hairdresser’s today. One of these days I’ll write an ode to Amman’s Toni & Guy. People tell me it’s clichéd to go there, but, for a year and a half now, my hair hasContinue reading “Monday Music: the smoky new hair edition”

Late-Term Abortion, Honour Crime…

Please read this powerful account on a late-term abortion from a guest-blogger at bastad.logic. Also, check out my review of Rana Husseini’s Murder in the Name of Honour on Feministe. OK, since all of that was really intense, here’s something to bring a semblance of balance to the Force: (It gets funnier and funnier asContinue reading “Late-Term Abortion, Honour Crime…”

Monday Music: The “terrifying self-awareness” Edition

I am tired. I am unpleasant. I have also recently turned into the sort of trollish person who glares at gorgeous couples kissing on the benches on a sunny day in Kiev, when even the miscreants in the park are toasting them with their rubbing alcohol bottles. There’s clearly something wrong. I am counting onContinue reading “Monday Music: The “terrifying self-awareness” Edition”

Anyone who’s ever lived in a run-down neighbourhood in Kiev or Moscow or…

I first heard this song this past winter, and have been thinking about it for a while: Instead of the fantasy world of boutiques and Porsche Cayennes and lip implants, I get the reality of my own neighbourhood in Ukraine: colloquial pronunciations, walls covered in graffiti and guys named Vasya, along with gossiping grandmas inContinue reading “Anyone who’s ever lived in a run-down neighbourhood in Kiev or Moscow or…”