tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50125372009-02-28T23:11:40.417-08:00yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comBlogger424125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-83494132923833675312007-04-17T14:22:00.000-07:002007-04-17T14:26:13.070-07:00

It has come to my attention that some folks still seem to be confused about this weblog - or, at least, where I blog. To put it simply, I no longer blog here, and haven't been for quite some time now. Instead, you may find me over at SWEEPTHESUNSHINE.COM. Dude, what're you waiting for?! Come wisit!Have beautiful days,-yasmine, rockstar extraordinaire

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Who the hell opens at freakin' noon?! (interro-disgracious!), originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.I remember how much I freaked you all out last time, so I'm going to make this short and sweet: COME VISIT ME AT MY NEW HOME! I know, I know, we're all fancy schmancy now. "Daat caam!" Please come play at the new sunshine space. I promise there will be more fake updates coming soon to a weblog near

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-9762152109354758642007-02-22T17:36:00.000-08:002007-02-22T22:50:46.292-08:00

This way down, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.Four years of blogging, and up 'til now I'd managed to dodge completing any memes thrown my way (I've been tagged for my share, though, you can be sure; I still owe you one, Maliha!), and I still don't even know how to pronounce the word "meme," so why don't you rockstars help me out here? Meanwhile, brimful tagged me for this "Three Things" drama,

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-70954292124824311562007-02-19T17:42:00.001-08:002007-02-21T20:36:42.479-08:00

All photos originally uploaded by yaznotjaz; collage created last summer by Hashim_A, rockstar (and tea-lover. gross!) extraordinaire. Photos may be individually viewed in the Muir Beach photoset.-Tomorrow is the sister's birthday, and in ten days it's mine - and I'm so horrible at this birthday business, mine or anyone else's. Last year, all I wanted for my birthday was sunshine. This is a

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-25867344503681462362007-02-16T18:05:00.001-08:002007-02-16T16:35:42.471-08:00

When I came in to work yesterday morning, I checked my personal emails and found this one - accidentally, I'm assuming, sent the evening before by an administrator from my alma mater, to the University's pre-health sciences listserve, of which I'm still a member (yeah, don't ask - I don't know why, either):Hi, P!Hope you had a good time with Earlene and Dorothy--and that you made it back in one

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We are like these things, impermanent and unpinned; originally uploaded by yaznotjaz. [Click here for larger view.]A few things I have been grateful for, so far this week: one. ...That so many of you took the time to read my last post about Imran Saithna. And that, for once, my commenting system seemed to cooperate just long enough that I could read your own responses to and reflections on

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Courtyard of Lions, originally uploaded by Imran Saithna.And we meet...to depart,And then depart -Just to meet again. *The problem with - and the beautiful gift of - the internet is that I always fall a little bit in love with everyone I interact with. I refer mainly to blogistan and flickr, since those are the two spaces I spend most of my time online and where I come across other bloggers, (b)

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-15135030995243598882007-01-31T18:18:00.000-08:002007-02-10T23:13:51.313-08:00

yellowsunshine diptych, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.From Tuesday, January 23, 2007one. The Howie Day album I haven't listened to in over a year because it inexplicably started skipping just as inexplicably works perfectly again when I pop it into my CD player while driving to work. I spend my commute listening to music that reminds me of college, partly because I once used the opening line

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-86378228530538374882007-01-31T18:05:00.000-08:002007-02-01T15:22:22.478-08:00

Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.Please take a minute to send some love and prayers to the beautiful Momo, whose brother-in-law passed away last week after a difficult struggle with cancer. He is survived by his wife and their two children, 6 years old and 13 months old. I can't even begin to imagine how painful a time this must be for his family. Momo's gorgeous poem, my sister's Love life,

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Rockstars dress in red dresses. Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.It wasn't enough that I've been getting emails about children I never knew I had (Bethany is still quite busy unleashing her slacker tendencies, by the way). Now I'm receiving emails from the Office of the Governor...of the State of Kansas. This is better than Bethany, though, because the Governor of Kansas had this to say:Dear

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-60076334167494082932007-01-19T18:01:00.000-08:002007-01-19T18:04:47.188-08:00

Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.Cross-posted from flickr, because I CAN. And also because I doubt the Blogistanis check out my flickr photos, except for those I post right here on the weblog. Lazy kids. The following email came straight to my inbox this afternoon:Everett High SchoolMessage sent - 1/18/2007Attendance MessageHello, this is EVERETT HIGH SCHOOL calling to notify you that your child,

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-68397294441165743512007-01-11T23:53:00.000-08:002007-01-12T12:18:42.298-08:00

Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.My new business cards came in at work today, and the first thing my friend A (he of the Halloween GMail chats) said was:A: Think of all the guys you can now meet at ISNA* conferences.A: "Salaams brother...here's my card...fax me your biodata." ***ISNA = Islamic Society of North America's annual convention, held in Chicago. (Here are a few photos I took when I was

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-49517895736054995372006-12-31T07:42:00.000-08:002006-12-31T13:06:57.397-08:00

Abraham & Eid-ul-Adha, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz. Verses 103-111 from Chapter 37 (Those Who Stand Together) of the Quran [The Qur'an: A New Translation, by Thomas Cleary]Eid mubarak, beautiful rockstars! May we accept the challenges that come our way with just as much fortitude and patience and willingness for personal sacrifice as that displayed by the prophet Abraham. May this Eid, as

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Three beautiful things - Friday, Dec. 29th:one. While walking to my office in the morning, I whistle at a beautiful, furry orange cat sunning itself on the sidewalk, and surprise myself with the clear notes that come out of my mouth. I can't even remember the last time I whistled. Has it been years? I thought I had forgotten how. two. Getting off early from work (3pm!) and going to the movies

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-27935481279684365302006-12-30T14:00:00.000-08:002007-01-02T12:50:15.146-08:00

Eliza's, at California & Divisadero in San Francisco, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.This is just to let you know I'm alive and well and constantly complaining to friends who apprehensively fear for my safety - not to mention my soul - about this winter weather business. (My favorite whine of the week: "Winter is stupid. What was God thinking?") Shut up, I know I live in California, but it's

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-40461312629378732992006-12-14T19:44:00.000-08:002006-12-17T21:54:47.214-08:00

I admit to a weakness for red brick, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.Apropos of nothing, I have a new cell phone (a Motorola Razr in case you're wondering, now that they're not trendy anymore and are instead one of the most affordable phones in the T-Mobile store). Remember all the freakin' drama I had to undergo over three years ago, just to find a decent phone that worked properly? Well,

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-1165453151727784202006-12-06T22:57:00.000-08:002006-12-06T23:22:18.406-08:00

My buddy S and I stand still for a moment during our hanging-out session with Anjum, early this year. Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.I keep bookmarking websites and then not doing anything with them, so perhaps I should share them with you all. Here are some stops I've made on the internet lately [apologies for not giving credit where it's due; I always forget how I initially came across such

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Wishing you much sunshine!, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.Nearly two years ago, I visited UC Berkeley for a conference and stopped to check out a workshop entitled, "WRITE OR BE WRITTEN: Using Spoken Word to Speak the Truth." The workshop was lead by Junichi Semitsu, then-director of June Jordan's Poetry for the People course at UC Berkeley. After he had captivated us - and made us laugh -

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A chessboard awaits potential players in an Oakland park, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz."Are you happy, Yasminay?" asked HijabMan the other day through GMail chat [apparently the best/only way to get ahold of me these days - since I suck at returning people's phone calls and replying to their emails and I can't be bothered to sign onto instant messenger anymore - even though my GMail status

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Sprinkles are for happy kids, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.Back in the summer, when I first started working where I do now, my new colleague A watched me shovel cold apple pie into my mouth and asked, "Is that your breakfast?""Yes."She rolled her eyes, and I asked, "What? What's wrong with eating apple pie for breakfast?""There are a lot of things wrong with apple pie for breakfast," she said

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-1163726592191225092006-11-16T16:53:00.000-08:002006-11-17T09:56:36.903-08:00

Pencil in that patriotic profundity, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.I forgot to share with you all a rocking weblog I came across during Ramadan: MUSLIM FOR A MONTH.And - hey look, kids, you were supposed to be nominating submissions for the annual Brass Crescent awards! The deadline is Friday, November 17, 2006 (yes, tomorrow). Obviously, if there's anything I've taught you in nearly four

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-1163486989147682232006-11-13T21:54:00.000-08:002006-11-14T11:05:53.400-08:00

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.The heat wasn't working at the office today, which means I spent most of the day being aggravated about the cold and - of course - engaging in monologues with God about how much I disapprove of this winter business. "It's all in your head, Yasminay," my father would say, but my father wasn't the one who had to sit there with blue

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-1163297560427661852006-11-11T18:05:00.000-08:002006-11-11T18:12:40.446-08:00

Having ordered and paid for a caramel pecan cream pie at Baker's Square last week, I was idly checking out the tattoos on the young man named Brian who was boxing up and bagging my purchase. Suddenly, Brian glanced at me across the counter and asked, "Do you know what sundar means?""Sorry, what was that?""Sundar. Do you know what it means?""It sounds familiar, but I really have no idea. What

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-1163293121906257872006-11-11T16:43:00.001-08:002006-11-11T17:03:42.203-08:00

Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.[Three beautiful things from October 15, 2006]- Wearing my favorite red t-shirt - I call it my "sell-out" shirt - and realizing it still smells like the Clinique perfume I spritzed on at Macy's, four days ago. [The shirt reads "Coca-Cola" in Urdu/Arabic script, read right to left.] I have to smile whenever I see the above photo, which taken in San Francisco last

yasmineyasmine@sweepthesunshine.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012537.post-1163290251129669902006-11-11T16:07:00.000-08:002006-12-13T15:02:34.340-08:00

Blurry San Francisco, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.Beautiful things:Bumper stickers I've noticed lately, which have made me laugh -OUTTA MY WAY. I GOTTA PEE.EAT BEEF. The West wasn't won on salad.I LOVE AIRPLANE NOISE.And my personal favorite - NIRWANA - which reminded me of when my favorite crackhead, Somayya, first moved from Pakistan to the U.S. as a five year old. As a fobby little

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