I'm back in Al Aqaba after 10 days of absence. As soon as I collected the key from Haj Sami and opened the guest house door, even though it was a rainy, dreary day, I felt this surge of energy that I always feel when I come back here. Yeah, all my stuff is here, the view out the front door is stunning, I finally have peace of mind to get some work done, it's NOT Ramallah, I have a pirated copy of No Strings Attached to project onto the wall if I get sick of working....
For today that means working on the blog I started for the guest house. It's almost caught up, I only had to post eight or nine entries describing the visits we've had since I've been here. This is just a more fun version of the Guest Book, really. Anyways, it was long overdue and I've been having fun collecting all my media to post, even in Zamn Cafe, which has become my creative black hole. I just futz around on Facebook or read the news, or count Souli's cigarettes...the other day he wanted to sit in the non-smoking section and I was like, "whoaaaa." Then I realized he was just avoiding the annoying guy upstairs. The one who dresses like a lumberjack and has no social skills. Downstairs, Souli had to entertain himself with the well-to-do Palestinian women chatting around us ("they're congratulating their friend on losing weight, haha...")
So...creative black hole. Right now I'm eating pasta carbonara (full of questionable but well-sauteed items I found in the fridge) and blasting Men At Work. I started out with the Outfield's Your Love, then iTunes recommended this song to me:
Considering I'm next to an Israeli Air Force base and I just read a headline like this: Report: Israel to Give U.S. Only 12 Hour Warning Before Attacking Iran, it seemed entirely appropriate to crank up the volume. Hey, no problems with a welcome-home 80's dance party...
Jump down the shelters to get away
The boys are cockin' up their guns
Tell us general, is it party time?
If it is can we all come
Don't think that we don't know
Don't think that we're not trying
Don't think we move too slow
It's no use after crying
Saying
It's a mistake, it's a mistake
It's a mistake, it's a mistake
After the laughter as died away
And all the boys have had their fun
No surface noise now, not much to say
They've got the bad guys on the run
Don't try to say you're sorry
Don't say he drew his gun
They've gone and grabbed old Ronnie
He's not the only one saying
It's a mistake, it's a mistake
It's a mistake, it's a mistake
Tell us commander, what do you think?
'Cos we know that you love all that power
Is it on then, are we on the brink?
We wish you'd all throw in the towel
We'll not fade out too soon
Not in this finest hour
Whistle your favourite tune
We'll send a card and flower
Saying
It's a mistake, it's a mistake
It's a mistake, it's a mistake
Just waiting on a few pictures for the last GH blog entry. Now I'm going to plug in the projector and watch Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher sort out some real problems. haha.
