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Jun. 22nd, 2009 01:35 pm
Everything in flux
In case any of you have been wondering why I've not been posting lately, there have been two major sources of distraction in my life over the past week, one personal and one political. The latter is the situation in Iran. Without a doubt, this is one of the most important developments of my lifetime, with huge implications for the future of the Middle East and Islamism and, thus, the wealth, security, and well-being of the world.
Of course, if you've been trying to follow the amorphous mass of unfiltered tweets, blog posts, and other informal media which have rushed to fill in the game left by the hobbling (both self-imposed and due to governmental restrictions) of mainstream media, you know how confusing and tiring this is. The courage of the young protesters in the face of sickening brutality is heartbreaking. I never expected to see the day when simply hearing the words "Allahu akbar!" chanted would bring me to tears.
Of course, a consequence of such overwhelming drama is that it trivialises the ups and downs of your own comfortable existence to the point where nothing seems worth the trouble to write about. I know that people watching stateside still need a break from the tension and worry, but after you've seen Twitter--Twitter! an application that's always been completely synonymous with vapid fifteen year-olds in my mind--used to organise mass resistance to a totalitarian regime, it's hard to go online to post the verbal equivalent of cutesy cat pictures.
Which is why I've said nothing about the personal source of distraction, which is selling my condo. A little over an hour ago, I got the call from my agent, and it's done; I do not own a home in Uptown any longer.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prilicla asked me a couple days ago about the emotional impact of this, but I was too consumed by the last-minute push to get everything packed for the movers to really answer that question. Today I'm too tired from the move itself for anything emotional to register. If I can put together some thoughts, they'll make up my next post--as fitting a use for my 3,000th post as I can devise right now.
Of course, if you've been trying to follow the amorphous mass of unfiltered tweets, blog posts, and other informal media which have rushed to fill in the game left by the hobbling (both self-imposed and due to governmental restrictions) of mainstream media, you know how confusing and tiring this is. The courage of the young protesters in the face of sickening brutality is heartbreaking. I never expected to see the day when simply hearing the words "Allahu akbar!" chanted would bring me to tears.
Of course, a consequence of such overwhelming drama is that it trivialises the ups and downs of your own comfortable existence to the point where nothing seems worth the trouble to write about. I know that people watching stateside still need a break from the tension and worry, but after you've seen Twitter--Twitter! an application that's always been completely synonymous with vapid fifteen year-olds in my mind--used to organise mass resistance to a totalitarian regime, it's hard to go online to post the verbal equivalent of cutesy cat pictures.
Which is why I've said nothing about the personal source of distraction, which is selling my condo. A little over an hour ago, I got the call from my agent, and it's done; I do not own a home in Uptown any longer.
prilicla asked me a couple days ago about the emotional impact of this, but I was too consumed by the last-minute push to get everything packed for the movers to really answer that question. Today I'm too tired from the move itself for anything emotional to register. If I can put together some thoughts, they'll make up my next post--as fitting a use for my 3,000th post as I can devise right now.Tags: