It’s all happening. Today, while I tried in vain to work on my thesis, the phone rang incessantly, I found myself negotiating a possible deal that may end up with me and a friend from Sydney running a magazine company, I suddenly decided I need to have a Seder meal tonight (it was reading Jill Nagle’s Queer Naked Seder in the Queer Jews book I’m reading), I decided to go to Sydney early so I can protest at the upcoming refugee freedom rally outside John Howard’s house in Kirribilli and well… STUFF. I managed to snarf one of the last $20 bus tickets with the protest crowd, so whoo hoo! (Sure I can study up there, you just watch me…). Oh and I just found out my sister is pregnant. The one that got married last year, not the one that got married last month.
Some of these things are actually related, in that I’m sure I can turn Pesach into a free-the-refugees ritual without much effort at all. “When we were enslaved in Egypt, there was this refugee leader called Moses who led everybody out into the desert where they set up a refugee camp. It took 40 years to find somewhere that would grant them asylum, but eventually they came to a wonderful land where everyone was welcome.” What a pity the people in that same land are now the oppressors… [1]
Anyhow, important questions:
- Who in Sydney wants to go to Bliss on Sunday night? I have access to about 10 free tickets, possibly more, so put your hands up and you’re in. Tell your friends.
- Can anyone feed Jezebel from Saturday morning (April 10) till Sunday night (April18)? I have the food and stuff…
- hawk_eye, dinner and you-know-what? Which day? Call me to talk timing, if you like.
[1] This has just made me a little uncomfortable actually… What claim did Moses and the gang actually have for Canaan (apart from God’s word)? What did they do to the guys who lived there already? I can’t remember. Did my refugees actually turn into Imperialist invaders a lot earlier than my pretty story would have it?