In a strange twist of Netflix coincidence, the animated film "Persepolis" showed up at our house this weekend. There were so many parallels between this story and what is happening today. I seriously suggest you all watch it, or read the graphic novel, if you haven't already!
From imdb.com: In 1970s Iran, Marjane 'Marji' Statrapi watches events through her young eyes and her idealistic family of a long dream being fulfilled of the hated Shah's defeat in the Iranian Revolution of 1979. However as Marji grows up, she witnesses first hand how the new Iran, now ruled by Islamic fundamentalists, has become a repressive tyranny on its own. With Marji dangerously refusing to remain silent at this injustice, her parents send her abroad to Vienna to study for a better life.
6.22.2009
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A fun-filled late Spring day
Hi, just thought I'd blog about my day in case anyone cares for a slice of life in Abbyland,
This morning the neighbors were playing Jodecy (sp?) or some other such mid-90s R&B loudly from their big white van. They were not in the van. They were in the house. I drank my coffee and Basil ate his breakfast on the porch and we tried to sing along to the words we could remember. We didn't know if it was fun to have an unannounced, unattended block party at 11am or annoying. Then my mechanic showed up and dropped my car off. He did some major work and charged me about 1/4 of the Midas estimate. He's my friend's dad and really hooks us up. He even comes to the house to pick up the car and returns it afterwards!
Laura came home and we all walked (with Jack) to the Farmer's Market. The ATM there didn't work, and Basil and I didn't have any cash, so Laura Sugarwala was Laura Sugarmama so we could buy some vegan, GF macaroons and sprouted lentils.
We walked home, they went to a community choir recital (or something of the sort) and I went for a bike ride to buy potting soil. I potted some plant trimmings that had sprouted roots to make Basil a plant for his room. Did I tell you guys? He moved out of his little studio and in to our house this week. Neat!
Then I went to "The Garden of Love" (a plot of land rented from Cornell, so named because Andrew and I made a pact to not argue/fight while there) and weeded. It was severely overgrown as we had both practically abandoned it when we recently re-abandoned hope for a relationship. I accidentally stepped on and squashed many of the flower seedlings around which I had been attempting to weed. That made me sad. It started to rain. I started getting cold. Jack, who was patiently waiting by my side, did not seem to be enjoying the shower so we left. My friend Alex called and we went to his house to take all his food because he is moving out of town. I did, and ate about a hundred almonds in the process.
Returning home, the kids on the end of the block begged me to make good on my promise to help them plant flowers in front of their house. I hooked them up with a shovel and a trowel and gave them a quick lesson on loosening ground. A half hour later they sent a 4 year old representative to tell me they were done. They had pulled out the weeds and dug holes in the ground. I dug up and broke up the dirt for the next 20 minutes while they ran around like happy maniacs and sang made up songs. Basil came down the block and hung out while each of five different kids chose one of my packets of seeds and spread them around a designated area. The four year old kept asking cute questions--why is that worm there? Is he making our garden dirty? Can you eat flower roots?
After a much-needed shower we settled down in the livingroom and Basil, Laura, Jack and I watched "Over Her Dead Body," which was surprisingly funny! Then a dog walk, an unnecessary late-night snack, and a little blogging. Tomorrow I fly to Charlottesville to see Liz and Trevor and Erica!! YAY!
This morning the neighbors were playing Jodecy (sp?) or some other such mid-90s R&B loudly from their big white van. They were not in the van. They were in the house. I drank my coffee and Basil ate his breakfast on the porch and we tried to sing along to the words we could remember. We didn't know if it was fun to have an unannounced, unattended block party at 11am or annoying. Then my mechanic showed up and dropped my car off. He did some major work and charged me about 1/4 of the Midas estimate. He's my friend's dad and really hooks us up. He even comes to the house to pick up the car and returns it afterwards!
Laura came home and we all walked (with Jack) to the Farmer's Market. The ATM there didn't work, and Basil and I didn't have any cash, so Laura Sugarwala was Laura Sugarmama so we could buy some vegan, GF macaroons and sprouted lentils.
We walked home, they went to a community choir recital (or something of the sort) and I went for a bike ride to buy potting soil. I potted some plant trimmings that had sprouted roots to make Basil a plant for his room. Did I tell you guys? He moved out of his little studio and in to our house this week. Neat!
Then I went to "The Garden of Love" (a plot of land rented from Cornell, so named because Andrew and I made a pact to not argue/fight while there) and weeded. It was severely overgrown as we had both practically abandoned it when we recently re-abandoned hope for a relationship. I accidentally stepped on and squashed many of the flower seedlings around which I had been attempting to weed. That made me sad. It started to rain. I started getting cold. Jack, who was patiently waiting by my side, did not seem to be enjoying the shower so we left. My friend Alex called and we went to his house to take all his food because he is moving out of town. I did, and ate about a hundred almonds in the process.
Returning home, the kids on the end of the block begged me to make good on my promise to help them plant flowers in front of their house. I hooked them up with a shovel and a trowel and gave them a quick lesson on loosening ground. A half hour later they sent a 4 year old representative to tell me they were done. They had pulled out the weeds and dug holes in the ground. I dug up and broke up the dirt for the next 20 minutes while they ran around like happy maniacs and sang made up songs. Basil came down the block and hung out while each of five different kids chose one of my packets of seeds and spread them around a designated area. The four year old kept asking cute questions--why is that worm there? Is he making our garden dirty? Can you eat flower roots?
After a much-needed shower we settled down in the livingroom and Basil, Laura, Jack and I watched "Over Her Dead Body," which was surprisingly funny! Then a dog walk, an unnecessary late-night snack, and a little blogging. Tomorrow I fly to Charlottesville to see Liz and Trevor and Erica!! YAY!
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