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The rock band Massive Attack made a massive statement of solidarity with Gaza using the headline stage at the Longitude Festival in Dublin, Ireland on July 23, 2014.

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/news/massive-attack-makes-gaza-statement-using-headline-stage-at-longitude-festival-9622836.html

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#freegaza # freepalestine

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haaretz

Google has de facto recognized the state of Palestine: It has changed the name ‘Palestinian territories’ to ‘Palestine’ across their products. A spokesman said Google consults with a number of authorities when naming countries and is following the lead of several international organizations.

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anarmyoflepers

How Liberal Zionists seek to solve the Palestinian-Israeli Conflict

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The Two State Solution:

Obama: “I’m commin’”

oliviacirce

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 awelltraveledwoman)

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fitnessinprogress

INTENSE ABS WORKOUT!!

MIN 25 reps per exercise!

Get rid of the tummy pouch and achieve that desired 6 pack by summer 2013!

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To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.

Bill Bryson (via vineetkaur)

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anarmyoflepers

When Red Hot Chilli Peppers said that playing in Israel would be their "joy, pleasure, and excitement"

I was like

Then I signed this petition: http://www.change.org/petitions/red-hot-chili-peppers-cancel-your-performance-in-israel?fb_action_ids=527713987244685

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eletheowl

Watching you walk out of my life does not make me cynical about love but rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.