what is the vertiginous chapati saying to me?
In a shameless attempt to garner more content for CM [and also to recycle some oldies but goodies], I decided to sit at the cool kids table set-up by eteraz of eteraz-fame. “The Nomad Fatwas is an alliance of free-thinking blogs and a carnival simultaneously. Every two weeks myself and nine other blog-friends of mine [...]
“dirka dirka muhammad jihad / Surpa surpa bakala / Shoulda known they were fucking with a Marine.” - A Marine sings about life in the Iraq lane. CAIR protests. Life goes on.
Paris and Nicole trade in their designer dresses for traditional saris when they take over the responsibilities of a traditional Pakistani mom. With the patient help of their “husband” and Americanized fifteen-year-old “son,” the girls manage to dress, speak and dance like conservative Pakistani housewives… the mind, it boggles.
A briefing… but not even an empty notepad for the CIC? Oh, wait. I remember. There is someone briefing the brief.
I see that Amitav Ghosh had the misfortune of reviewing Updike’s The Terrorist in the WaPo. Ghosh has struck the pitch perfect note here:
With innumerable lives at stake, when Jack Levy finds himself faced with the task of giving Ahmad a reason to live and let live, he says: “Hey, come on, we’re all [...]
I am glad they got Zarqawi. Very glad. He was an evil terrorist who killed innocents in Iraq and Jordan. He was also a deliberately constructed and hyped one.
Mary Ann Weaver’s The Short, Violent Life of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi - soon to be the most linked article of the month - in The Atlantic [...]
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