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The well-heeled audience cheered as Mr. Shafik suggested that he would use executions and brutal force to restore order within a month, repeatedly mocked the Islamist-led Parliament and accused, against all evidence, the Islamists of harboring hidden militias to use in a civil war. —
You know, last Wednesday, I told myself that no matter the outcome, no matter who made it to runoffs, it wasn’t the end of the world.
Well, it feels like it’s the fucking end of the world.
For Egypt’s election junkies – a nascent breed in a country where the outcome of national polls has usually been known long before the first voter has picked up a ballot paper – it was the ultimate hangover. — Jack. And that hangover thing was literal.
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I comment on the Internet maybe once a year, but some things need to be corrected.
I would be pretty okay with this dude winning. The best waiter in Cairo (Sayed at Greek Club, duh, as if you didn’t know) is voting for him, which I think says everything.
[via who else but the FAMOUS GANZEER]
BTW, the best election reading comes from Sarah Carr, per usual. In this post I have linked, you can see her looking FLOE-like with Hamdeen, and naturally, I am seething with jealousy.
I don’t even know
life:
On this day in LIFE Magazine — May 20, 1966: Electronic Snooping: Insidious Invasions of Privacy.
Dun. Dun. Dun.
Last night conversation shifted from elections - miraculously, momentarily - to safety, perceptions of it. Laura and I have an ongoing dialogue about how sometimes we wish we had moved to Latin America but of course we’ve been committed for life, somehow.
“I feel safe in Cairo,” Laura said. “In Latin America they have guns.” Logically, we know they have guns here too, guns, machetes, swords, tazers, 2-by-4’s with rusty nails. We’ve seen them, even. “But I can walk anywhere with my camera on one shoulder,” Laura said, and that’s largely true.
I guess I’m revisiting this because I was just looking at a friend’s pictures from Oxford. I suddenly had a very intense urge to go there, to be in a small, rainy, green town, to be cozy, to ride a bike. “But it all sounds terrifying,” I realized, after I thought about it for a little while. “This literally sounds like the most terrifying thing in the world.”
“America feels dangerous to me,” said one party last night, and that sentiment was echoed by others in our group. I laughed. I didn’t see it, but now I do.
Bill Murray with Wes Anderson and Bruce Willis at the Cannes Film Festival photocall for Moonrise Kingdom, May 16th
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