silent no more

Kristen’s comment on the below post made me feel a tad guilty. There have been important things going on this summer, and I have been silent. To be honest, I also feel guilty because I sometimes think maybe it took so long to reach a cease-fire between Israel and Hezbollah because I was worried the conflict would end before I’d weighed in. They were waiting for me, you know?

No, I’m not quite that egocentric, and it’s a terrible thing to joke about.

And I am glad that the bombings have stopped. I was amazed that they continued as long as they did — and over two kidnapped soldiers! I know it’s more complicated than that, and I do believe that Lebanon has some responsibility to keep its citizens from violently engaging other countries, but I also believe that Israel’s response was way over the top.

I’m not anti-Israel — I support their right to exist, etc., etc. — and as a result I’m tired of the attitude that anyone who criticizes Israel must be against the country as a whole. Lame.

What I am against is the extent to which the US is entangled in the Middle East, and our “special relationship” with Israel. For more on this, see this Daily Star article, forwarded by Kristin, about that relationship. To be fair, I think the article is a little over the top, and the author a little more hysterical than is good for his credibility, but nonetheless, the article made me think.

Completely unrelated (well, almost), I’ve eaten in Harrisburg more in the last two weeks than maybe in my entire life to this point. Okay, probably not quite that much. Here’s the rundown: Fisaga is overpriced and mediocre (I’m guessing most of you knew this already), Jackie Blue is pricey but yummy, Scott’s is decent on both counts, Sammy’s is about the same (in quality, not style) but offers truly Central Pennsylvania-sized portions (which I believe to be too big), and Skewers, the new Middle Eastern kabob place next to the Irish place whose name I can never remember, is very good.

Because Skewers is newer, and I’ve been there more recently, I’ll elaborate a little bit. I’ll preface it by saying I don’t really know anything about Middle Eastern food, or kabobs, so my opinions are only my opinions. On the plus side, this means that I’m not judging it on “authenticity” or any other lame criteria like that. (Authenticity, by the way, is a lame criterion because I don’t care if the recipe has remain unchanged for a thousand generations or if your little brother made it up yesterday by accident — I care about how it tastes.) On the down side, I don’t feel qualified to complain about the rice, which seemed fine to me, but my dining partner, who knows way more about Middle Eastern food than I do, felt that it could have been better. Whatever.

Back to Skewers. It’s all about meat on a stick. Really flavorful, tender meat on a stick. With excellent dipping sauces. We had samosas (not meat on a stick, but still good), a lamb appetizer (which my companion was surprised to enjoy, as he doesn’t usually like lamb), a house salad with ginger dressing (eaten at the close of the meal due to timing and mutual personal preference, a perfect way to close, much lighter than dessert), and a chicken entree. The lamb came with some kind of spicy cilantro sauce. Bread was a Romanian flat thing that came with a delicious sauce that looked like maybe it was colored with beets but tasted way better than I’d expect if that were the case. I’m feeling too lazy to try to describe it in any detail; you should just go try it for yourself. Especially because we should all be supportive of new and interesting cuisines becoming available. Entrees, I believe, are in the $15-20 range, but you could probably assemble a smaller meal of an appetizer and salad for $10. Also, it’s BYOB and the downtown liquor store closes at 6 pm, so unless you want to grab a six-pack from a neighboring bar, it might be good to think ahead.

dog days

Well. It’s been almost a month. Sorry about that.

My MacBook arrived. I love it. I doubt I’ll ever buy another PC, though I’ll undoubtedly have to use them for work, etc., in my future life. Whatever that happens to be. I’m so impressed with the Mac’s elegance and ease-of-use, with the included software, and, of course, the aesthetics. The transition was remarkably easy — probably because the interface is so intuitive — and where Windows comes with Solitaire and not much else, the Mac comes with a boatload of fun (and sometimes even useful) software to play with. I have daily fantasies of discovering that I am a natural at creating beautiful movies — and even soundtracks to accompany them — and have only been lacking the software with which to do so. My sister has discovered that there is no better way to spend a quiet Massachusetts afternoon than by taking one’s own picture with the built-in camera over a hundred times.

And that’s where I am now — Massachusetts — enjoying another quiet afternoon. Jancey and I came up Sunday afternoon for a few days of relaxation before the semester starts next Monday. It’s dreamy here. Our aunt lives due east of Boston, across the bay, on a tiny spit of land called Hull. It’s a small town where the police blotter in the local paper contains true small-town fare:

12:28 p.m. Caller reports she is on U St. with a confused, elderly female. O/Colligan detailed and reports the woman lives on Manomet Ave. Family members said she sometimes forgets to take her medication. She had gone out to have her hair done…

9:53 p.m. Waltham St. caller reports a loud group of youths. O/Dunn detailed and reports the kids were chasing a skunk and have been sent on their way…

6:21 p.m. Beach Ave. Caller reports finding a bike on his lawn. Wil leave it for maintenance to pick up…

On the other hand, last night we took a half hour boat ride into Boston for some big-city shopping (literally — Urban Outfitters), and an evening with Johanna, one of my oldest friends. I mean the friendship is old; she’s my age. We had a lovely dinner overlooking the Fort Point Canal, then walked, trained, and bussed to Johanna’s apartment where we spent a mellow couple of hours.

I’m not a city girl, but I enjoy having friends to visit in fun places. This was the third city I’ve visited this month — DC for the Corcoran and Potbelly sandwiches, Pittsburgh for sushi, beer, and one of the best breakfasts of my life, and now, of course, Boston. When I visit cities, I try to imagine myself living there. (Don’t worry, Mom, I think I’ll probably stay in Harrisburg.) I started the month thinking Boston was my favorite, then DC, and then, well, Pittsburgh wasn’t even on my radar. But I really liked Pittsburgh. It could use a subway (I don’t know why, but I love subways), but the cost-benefit analysis reveals it to be a no-brainer. Let’s review:

  • Convenient to Harrisburg
  • Full of college/university students
  • Rife with interesting restaurants
  • Coffeehouses on every block (well, almost)
  • In the midst of an impressive-appearing revitalization
  • Etched with not just one but THREE rivers
  • Green green green
  • Low crime rate
  • Outpost for a gaggle of tech companies I’d love to work for though I’ll never be qualified for anything useful
  • Cheap

So, really, that’s everything I need. Maybe an integral school would be nice.

Anyway. That’s a fantasy as real as the possibility that I’m a genius musician whose latent talent will become blindingly obvious as soon as I take the time to really play with GarageBand. Actually, I suppose Pittsburgh is a whole lot more likely than that.

This was a fairly boring post after such a hiatus. I know you were thinking I’d have some incredibly insightful thing to say about all the issues I’ve been silent on — Lebanon, Cuba, Iran, JonBenet, etc. Sorry about that. Maybe later.

For now I’m off to enjoy the rest of a lazy afternoon on the porch, one hand occupied with a book, the other with a cat.