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		<title>Protected: Driving and Dreams</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 12:35:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Do not fear.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On my new years resolution list was getting into the whole art – creative expression – keeping it real sane thing. So far I’ve painted 3 pieces (ok that sounds pretentious), umn 3 things that could be called art-like things, &#8230; <a href="http://umbreen.com/2010/02/16/do-not-fear/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On my new years resolution list was getting into the whole art – creative expression – keeping it real sane thing. So far I’ve painted 3 pieces (ok that sounds pretentious), umn 3 things that could be called art-like things, on some smaller canvases.DoThe first one is of a man / boy floating in the middle of the sea. It should look like he is floating, but because of my limited art skills he looks placed on top of the water and the image is kind of weird and totally un-proportional.But this is the one that I really needed to paint.I once heard this story on PRI:Selected shorts about two boys, some Japanese city, a tsunami, boy lost to see, regret, fear.For as long as I can remember I’ve had two types of reoccurring dreams; one where I’m on the beach and there is a huge tsunami. In the dream I always know I’m going to be okay; but I’m afraid for someone else I love who I think isn’t going to be okay – my brother, parents whatever. The second dream I always have is that I’m in a car and I <em>really really</em> need to get somewhere, but I can’t control the car. The feeling is that I’m drunk and not able to control by body, but like my mind is totally clear and panicking in the desperation of not being able to get where I want to go.I <em>know</em> both these dream are about Fear. Fearing of not be in control. Not being able to do what I want, help the people I love, not being able to go where I need to go… etc.The moral of short story by the author whose name I can’t remember is…<strong>D</strong><strong>o not fear. Or all that you love will be washed out to sea.</strong>Or something like that – I can’t exactly remember… but ever since I heard that story I haven’t had either of my reoccurring dreams.So I’ve put the weird painting of the boy floating in the sea, on the ledge that is right in front of the toilet. I look at it when ‘doing ma thing so I can look at it in the few moments of a day that are spent in un-forced peaceful meditative blank.p.s.(Originally, I thought it was a Marukami story but know I don’t think it is.  I THINK I have read something by that author before – The Seamstresses Wife? I don’t know – I don’t have my old book collection as a reference.)</p>
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		<title>Breaking The Curfew</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 06:49:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Finally finished &#8211; Breaking The Curfew by Emma Duncan.Yes, so it&#8217;s an old book about Pakistan and reading a book about politics in history written in 1989 fully 20 years later in 2009 is a little weird. What is surprisingly &#8230; <a href="http://umbreen.com/2010/01/01/breaking-the-curfew/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Finally finished &#8211; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Breaking-Curfew-Political-Journey-Pakistan/dp/071812989X" target="_blank">Breaking The Curfew</a> by Emma Duncan.Yes, so it&#8217;s an old book about Pakistan and reading a book about politics in history written in 1989 fully 20 years later in 2009 is a little weird. What is surprisingly un-weird is how much the class, political, tribal and ethnic breakup (and alliances, affinity, identity) that the writer describes (with clarity, sharpness and openess) is still so valid today.Most of the key players in the book in Politics, Tribal Power, Feudal Power, Business Power are the same people from 20 years ago, or at least from the same family. The army and its power play is the same. All you really have to do is replace soviet threat with Tabliban and whamo &#8211; you gotta book for 2010.</p>
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