On conferences

Over a  more than a month ago, I wanted to write about the ISA post-trump executive ban. This would be my second failed attempt this (academic) year to attend a conference in the US. I went through thinking hole, of what made it important initially to think that “I had to” attend at least one […]

Reading as selfhood

Related to my last post, today I stumbled upon this from Jadaliyya. Zachary Sheldon writes about working intimately with Janet Abu-Lughod’s library. I can’t think of any experience more charged than to be enmeshed in someone’s library. A person collects herself in paper, and leaves this fragments of her soul behind, and then we conjure […]

On the cities that forgive our failures..

“Could you take a picture of me?” I stole some hours in Beirut. 55 minutes to be precise. Enough to run away from conference hotel, sense my way the see, and experiment with eye contact with fellow strollers on the Corniche, and schedule 10 minutes exactly to decide if this strip of asphalt overlooking the […]