From what I can tell, Salam is for real. An Iraqi blogger, telling us about life in Baghdad.
And in today’s NYTimes Book Review, Margo Jefferson has an excellent essay entitled “Wars and Rumors of Wars.” In it, she quotes the following line from Elegy for Kosovo, by Albanian novelist Ismail Kadare: “Blood flows one way in life and another way in song, and one never knows which flow is the right one.”
I’ve wavered about putting Salam on my blogroll (yes, he’s there now, under “Political Blogs”). Not because I don’t think his site is worth reading, but because I’m afraid. Afraid that I’ll begin to read it, and become that much less able to pretend that what’s about to happen isn’t happening. Afraid that I’ll hear too much about the blood that’s about to flow.
Today was a glorious day, weather-wise. In Upstate NY, we don’t get a lot of 65°F days in March. I had a rare kid-free breakfast out with my mom, thoroughly cleaned the interior of my car for the first time in longer than I’d like to admit, got the Delta-Sonic “Super Kiss” car wash & wax, and took Lane out for dinner and then a long walk. The whole time, I pretended to myself that I didn’t know war was around the corner. But it creeps into the corners of mind. It’s there at the edges, always looming. The boys and I talked about it a bit tonight before bedtime. It’s hard to know what to say to them. How much should they know? And why do I want them to know it?
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