Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Afghanistan's interior ministry says girl died in blast after insurgents gave her a bag containing explosives.
It's happening in Pakistan as well:
Last week in Dir district in north-western Pakistan, police defused a bomb strapped to a nine-year-old girl who said she had been kidnapped in Peshawar then set off walking towards a checkpost.
"They told me: 'You keep on reciting Qu'ranic verses till you push the button," she said afterwards.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Please buy the book and pass on the word--you'll enjoy some excellent stories while helping do some good.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
On a lighter note, Joanna and I liked this mixed media piece by the artist Deborah Baca. Note the perfect detail: a bottle of Evian water.
Friday, June 10, 2011
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Pakistani Intelligence Announces Its Full Cooperation With U.S. Forces During Upcoming Top Secret June 12 Drone Strike On Al-Qaeda At 5:23 A.M. Near Small Town Of Razmani In North Waziristan
Sunday, June 5, 2011
I've been in awe of these amazing warriors for some time--check out this earlier post. A Nepalese Ghurka plays a key role in my current novel-in-progress, THE LOTUS ASSASSIN. For more pix and details on Sergeant Pun, click HERE.
"This isn’t the first time the American Dream has died. The old dream — your own farm rather than your own home — once dominated American culture, politics and family life as much as the family home ever did. The slow and painful death of that dream was one of the country’s core preoccupations in the first half of the twentieth century. The death of the new dream is likely to be a big deal as well."
"That dream is timelessly valid, and it is still the thing that people around the world admire most about the United States. We are going to have to re-imagine and re-engineer the dream to keep it alive in the decades ahead, but that shouldn’t daunt us. America is a nation of dreamers; building the future by following those dreams is what we do best."
Friday, June 3, 2011
In shifting shells, in sea shelves seeing is
believing: more than all beliefs unshelved.
Do not go up: here heaven has a hold.
Air there is thin, too thin for breathing in,
and yet there is a rapture in the deep
beneath the light: green, dark and wonderful.
And dark is where the dreams are; past things, too:
the place we see ourselves unselved,
and find an ocean, opiate enough
to drown all doubt. Go down, then, if you will,
and sink into intoxicated sleep.
Shells shift and speak tomorrow and afar.
Tomorrow is the place where rumours are.
photo by Barbara Cole