After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

(via bookoisseur)

I’m really glad I read that.

(via selfesteampunk)

vmagazine:

Somewhere in the wilderness of Northern Finland a male bear and female wolf strikes up an unlikely friendship, each evening after a hard-day’s hunting this pair could be seen sharing dinner together while enjoying the sunset. Between the hours of  8pm and 4am they would stay in each other’s company.

(photo: Lassi Rautiainen)
“Since her death in 1979, the woman who discovered what the universe is made of has not so much as received a memorial plaque. Her newspaper obituaries do not mention her greatest discovery. […] Every high school student knows that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, that Charles Darwin discovered evolution, and that Albert Einstein discovered the relativity of time. But when it comes to the composition of our universe, the textbooks simply say that the most abundant atom in the universe is hydrogen. And no one ever wonders how we know.”
Jeremy Knowles, discussing the complete lack of recognition Cecilia Payne gets, even today, for her revolutionary discovery. (via blvckovt)

(Source: twohoneybees)

sealcat:

if dallas gets two points, the canucks are officially eliminated from playoff contention. 

dallas is currently playing the florida panthers.

as it was, as it is, and as it always will be, the fate of the canucks season is in the hands of roberto luongo.

lissabt:

My two (two!) pieces for the "Magical Girl Heroines: Sailor Moon and Sailor Senshi"gallery show, happening THIS SATURDAY (that’s tomorrow!) at Q-Pop in lovely downtown Los Angeles! The art i’ve already seen for this show looks AMAZING and i’m super pumped to be part of it along with many talented pals and talented potential-future-pals.

God reddit is one of the most racist, islamophobic, sexist and misogynistic cesspools on the internet and yet I waste so much time on it. :/

I have ascended from a state general dumbassery to supreme dumbassery. I poured a bit of milk on my laptop by accident and now my computer is not working. And seeing as I’m making around -$300 a month I have no clue how imma repair it. And what if I can’t? What if I lose all my data?

Seriously seriously guys. If you read this, the takeaway message of my idiocy is twofold: 1) when you’re skyping with your brother and he asks you what you’re eating do not fucking tilt the cereal bowl like a dumbass to show him. 2) BACK YOUR SHIT UP.

bluhamuhr:

look at this baby on his specially made baby horse

bluhamuhr:

look at this baby on his specially made baby horse

fenryk:

My piece for the Sailor Moon Tribute Show, Magical Girl Heroines: Sailor Moon and Sailor Senshi! The gallery will take place at Qpop in Little Tokyo on April 5th (this Saturday!) If you’ll be in the Los Angeles area or near it you should check it out :D (A lot of amazing artists!)

fenryk:

My piece for the Sailor Moon Tribute Show, Magical Girl Heroines: Sailor Moon and Sailor Senshi! The gallery will take place at Qpop in Little Tokyo on April 5th (this Saturday!) If you’ll be in the Los Angeles area or near it you should check it out :D (A lot of amazing artists!)

I can’t fall asleep because I’m still angry about HIMYM.

(Source: cisphobe)

سال نو مبارک

Happy Nowruz and happy first day of spring! I hope you guys have a great day no matter what you celebrate.

I think I accidentally murdered one of my goldfish and now I am sad.