Yesterday I went to Rumi Rose Garden and bought three types of dal, frozen samosas and Bengali chutney. They have lots of interesting pasta.
I read a few pages of the book on Thomas Merton and Sufism. The "Man of Light" book was very esoteric. Also looked at Hazrat Inayat Khan's book.
I stayed for zikhr. I was exhausted by the end of it, but I felt happy and peaceful when I came home. Because of the yoga I'd been doing I was able to sit on the carpet for an extended period of time instead of sitting on the couches. We sang some qasidas that we usually don't sing at the zikhr on Friday's at Alan Emotts. The new hafiz who is an exceptional singer lead some naats in Urdu.
I wish Ma was here. She likes the zikhr, though she says the way we say namaz here is different from how we do it in Bangladesh.
Shafiqa said there's now a monthly tea on a Sunday for the women. The next one will be after Christmas.
I want to get Iyengar's "Light on Yoga". I got his "Light on Pranayama" over a year ago and then read in it that you learn the asanas before learning pranyama. I find the book soothing to help me fall asleep.
 Yesterday I played the melody of Tori Amos's "Spark" on harmonium and worked on parts for "Unfold". Failed to record "Me and My Seashells" successfully. I played some riq. J said that she had a problem playing darbuka that I also have on the riq, making the dums and teks clear. She said we might be hitting our instruments too hard. I want to play with her one day.
I went to zikhr after a long time. I'd been absent due to exhaustion and the gloomy evenings. When I whirled last night I could feel the music like I never have before; usually I'm focusing on my own movement and singing, but last night I was beginning to get lost in the drumming and the singing of others.
I felt peaceful as I came home; often I'm manic after zikhr because I'm overstimulated by the sensations, but last night I felt calm, at peace with my vulnerability. Although it did take some time to fall asleep.
It's snowing this morning here in Coquitlam. The first snow of the season? Despite the dark evenings there's been less rain this fall, compared to the last year.
 I had a good sleep last night. Yesterday I sang 15 minutes of rewaz, the Hindustani classical vocal warmup/meditative practice. Tried recording another song but it didn't work out. Worked on riq playing and harmonium playing. Listened more to Falcao and Monashee on myspace. Sent "The Body Says" and "The Moment You Took Jerusalem" to Chrisariffic, a good friend of mine who's a dj at CITR and also a talented singer-songwriter in his own right. He's been highly supportive of my work ever since Besh sent him "Resisting Me" on the Greenbelt Sampler.
 Yesterday I did an informational interview with an entrepreneur that was required for an application to a program I hope to enter. I created some demo track frames for some songs that I'm recording. I went to meet my music teacher for a counselling session as part of her social work practicum. We had a good conversation about realistic expectations regarding sex and relationships. She told me to bring the textbooks of my previous teacher to see see how I could accelerate my sangeet studies.
I went to a hatha yoga class at Bonsor and unlike Monday stuck through the 75 minutes. It was an interesting class with a lot of upper body work in the beginning and a lot of focus on alignment. Easy on the surface, full of subtle difficulties beneath.
Seeing white liberals and leftists show their ass in the last four years has not been a good experience for me. "I'm ready to take it to the street."
 I'll be staging The Body Says at Vancouver's Methodica Acting Studio on Friday, September 7th at 8PM. I'll be talking about a lot of stuff that some of you may have heard of and a lot that you most probably haven't - everything from Charlotte Bronte's Villette to bellydance to obsessive love and motherhood nationalism. I might put up a recording of my show on my Youtube channel, depending on how it goes - it's insanely long and a bitch to memorize. At times I've been saying, "As God is my witness, I will never write run-on sentences in my scripts again". WIsh me luck.
 I'm finally getting around to setting up my 1970s Singer machine - I have the manual, but I'm looking for a good beginner's book. For techniques I plan to get either either the Reader's Digest book or Alison Smith's The Sewing Book, but I also want something more focused on projects that are manageable for a beginner.
 Defending a scumbag like Laci Green? I'll still read you for brain candy like "29 things I like about growing older", but really. And you started out as an alternative to Jezebel, too.
 Even as a teenager in Bangladesh I had a rich tradition of Bengali and Muslim feminism to draw upon, as flawed as it was.White Christian women have to choose between Dawn Eden and Amanda Marcotte. 
The worst thing about Pandagon's sex pox bullshit is that it wasn't always like this; several years ago there was a sensitive conversation about "the 40 year old virgin", a few years later it became all prude shaming, all the time.
 Q. What's the difference between Granny Weatherwax and a Republican?
A. Granny Weatherwax would teach a person to fish to feed themselves. The Republican teaches people to fish to feed the Republican.
I did the arms sections from Sera Solstice's Foundations of Bellydance, Lunar Bellydance and Solar Bellydance, plus the first hipwork section from Foundations. In the last few days I did a full bellydance and a full hiphop class and part of a jazz class and part of a ballet class. I need to take it easy on my knees.
 I've become disenchanted with identity politics, but I'm suspicious of the way the critiques are always made by  white men and white feminists.
I'm looking for critiques that don't reinforce the notion of white neutrality and don't just say "why can't we all get together".
 Why do people blame multiculturalism for Vancouver's social isolation problems and not racism? Unless by "multiculturalism" one means "entitled white people indulging in cultural appropriation to band-aid their wounds", but that's not what they mean by it.
 Self help literature as interactive fiction. Discuss.
 So I'm starting to write a one woman show about my journey as a dancer. I'm blogging about it at thegirlwhowantedtodance.wordpress.com
 1. Recent music you love.
I've been digging the Q magazine CD of covers of U2's Achtung Baby. I'm even hoping to do a Bollywood bellydance remake of that album if I ever get the time.  To be honest the music I listen to can be divided into five or six categories: 1. U2 live; 2. Tori Amos live; 3. Memories of my lost youth in the 90s - REM, Kate Bush, etc; 4. Desi folk, classical and pop; Middle Eastern and ME influenced folk, classical and pop; 5. Any contemporary artist who really impresses me - Janelle Monae especially; 6. My friends in the Vancouver indie music scene - Olenka Kraus (now based in Ontario), my bandmates' other project Half Chinese (yes, they are indeed that, but I think the name's a nod to Half Japanese); Falcao and Monashee; Bible Belts; The Maladies; too many others to name them all.
2. Recent dance I'm into
I'm still heavily into bellydance; I do really like contemporary, the fluidity and grace of it; I think ironically it would be easier audience wise to stage a Sufi contemporary piece than a Sufi bellydance piece. But I love the percussiveness of bellydance, which quite isn't there in western contemporary, and of course there's the finger cymbals. I think the fact that bellydance can be fused with so many things, which a lot of purists complain about, is actually a major strength of the dance.
(I've had a falling out with social justice fandom over the ethnopolitics of bellydance, which are NOT identical to yoga and certainly not kathak - kathak is a more or less canonical dance, whereas bellydance comes from many origins - see Mahmoud Reda's nationalistic folkloric dance. What makes it complicated is that there is a stigma attached to bellydance in the ME, whereas there is perhaps some progressive desi embarrassment at yoga and in the past some lower class stigma attached to kathak, but nothing approaching the low status of bellydance in the ME)
3. Favorite eats in Vancouver
I've mentioned Hawker's Diner on Main Street before, where for six dollars you can get really good Singapore-Malay fast food. Recently in my neighbourhood in Coquitlam there opened an amazing Punjabi style desi diner - the best plain white rice I've ever tasted, golden flaky naan bread, excellent curries.
4. I don't watch movies anymore! I think the last time I watched something narrative other than Youtube was an improv show last year. 
5. Favorite website
Persephone.com. I like that they're moderates without being assholes about it.
6.Things I'm looking forward to
My projects keep falling through, but I'm hoping to have my Dario Fo monologue staged by the end of the month. I signed up for Code Year, which should be interesting. I'm hoping to finish a full year of contemporary, jazz and other classes at the studio; I would like to sign up for this advanced bellydance class in New Westminster but I'm not sure if it'll happen. I'm hoping to play more shows and record an album; I'd like to improve my finger cymbal and piano skills.
7. Most interesting thing you've learned recently
People will manipulate your desire to renounce the poison of vengeance (which is, indeed, painful and frustrating and dehumanizing) and use that to make you renounce your demands for justice. Vengeance is punching an asshole repeatedly. Justice is holding that asshole accountable. Certain people don't seem to see the difference.

 I no longer consider myself a feminist. Not because feminists hate men, but the reverse; because they refuse to hold abusive men who they like accountable. It's always jocks/hipsters/Muslims/Christians/blacks who are abusers or assholes, never our Johnny, never our men, or for that matter our women. 
I consider myself instead an antikyriarchist, not someone who seeks to abolish power, but who seeks to protect the powerless and hold the powerful accountable. 
I would prefer not to share the particular incident that led to this decision, since it involved not myself but a friend of mine. I still believe in reproductive rights, freedom of clothing, etc; and I agree that women face various barriers that men don't. What I'm not ok with are things like the consumerism and personality cult of post-industrial feminism; the "Tim Wise" syndrome which applies as much to upper class women in India and China as it does to upper class white women in the West; and the interventionist tactics of academia and social services which have, for instance promoted the idea that traditional Muslim families are inherently inferior to liberal humanist families.
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