Looking For A Roommate in Ardmore, PA Or Thereabouts.

by HijabMan :: posted 24 November 08

Hows that for a long shot? Hahaha

Since I just sent a little message off to the UPENN MSA listserv, I figure I’ll post it here too.

I’m a 26 year old male looking to share a 2 bedroom apartment somewhere in the northwestern suburbs of Philadelphia. Ardmore, Wynnewood, Bala Cynwyd, Narberth, etc.. I’m fairly quiet, respectful, and don’t smoke. On occasion, I like having a chai party :) I don’t care whether you are male or female, as long as you are fairly clean, responsible, and like chai

If you are looking to share a 2 bedroom for around 1100-1300 dollars/month, and want to live in the cute towns outside of the city, please let me know.

Thanks
HijabMan

Keith Olbermann On Prop 8

by HijabMan :: posted 19 November 08

“You don’t have to help it, you don’t have to applaud it, you don’t have to fight for it. Just don’t put it out. Just don’t extinguish it”

Three Beautiful Things: Saksy In The Whole Galaksy

by HijabMan :: posted 29 October 08

The last two weekends I’ve been out of town. The weekend of the 11th was Chicago for a wedding. The weekend of the 18th, I drove about five hours to Newport News, Virginia.

I’m not exactly sure how or what got me there, other than the fact that I felt like driving. A couple weeks ago, I wrote about how, in order to get motivated to clean, I invite someone over— just so that I have a limited amount of time to clean. All of my cleaning is best done under pressure. My travels are a similar story.

A couple days before I left for Virginia, I had no idea where I wanted to go— just that I wanted to drive. Within a day or so I had whittled down my list and decided on Virginia. I told a friend of mine I’d stop by and say hello.

Of course, the day I was supposed to leave, the reality of a 5-hour drive starting in rush hour traffic wasn’t the most appealing of ideas. But at that point, I couldn’t just flake out on her, could I?

So I drove, I drove through the mix of second-thoughts, the sheer bursts of joy, and the silent contemplation. Here are three beautiful things about traveling.

1. Flying. As much as everyone complains about flights these days, and as much as airlines are becoming increasingly stingy, inefficient, and just plain blech, I still find myself feeling incredibly sexy when boarding a plane. It’s the kind of sexy feeling where you feel like dressing up in a blazer even though the feeling sexy part is internal. Now now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not the sensual-sexy.

It’s that sexy where you feel saksy in the whole galaksy. An extra bounce in your rush to the gate. In that rush, your light, Fall jacket flowing behind you. Your lips are parted in a smile. Your pearly whites show to the mass of grumpy passengers who stare curiously at you, a small, hairy, Jewish-looking man strutting towards them. You know?

2. Brunch in cute restaurants and cafes.

2a. At Egg’lectic Cafe in Wheaton, IL, I had some eggs over crab cakes and english muffins with hollandaise sauce.

2b. Brie-stuffed French Toast at Aroma’s in Newport News.

3. Photographing Weddings. I love taking pictures, and weddings allow me a safe space in which to take as many pictures as I want. I find so much peace in observing peoples’ faces. Are you interested in a ridiculously cheap wedding photographer that is also pretty good? Use me as a second-shooter. I’ll work for transportation to and from the wedding and 200 bucks. It’ll be fun for me, and you’ll get some extra bucks. A testimonial and some examples of my work will be up shortly!

Meeting Muslims In Philadelphia or When All Of Your Workarounds Fail

by HijabMan :: posted 13 October 08

A few months back, I talked about the methods I used to combat my social anxiety. What happens though, when for some reason I cannot use most of my methods. Do I become a big ball of stress and run naked through the street screaming about Big Bird?

Unfortunately for you, I do not. What I try to do is push through all of my fears and just go for it.

Last Tuesday, Kunafa, a former internet-buddy whom I had never met invited me to grab some dessert with a group of Muslims. The hang-out session was to take place at 11 PM at one of the nicer restaurants in Philadelphia. It was raining, and I was dressed in my usual: jeans, t-shirts, flip flops.

My first hurdle, as I was driving back to the city from my parents’ house, was to actually drive to the restaurant. Several thoughts plagued me: 1. I was late. 2. My own perception that I was under-dressed for a shi-shi restaurant 3. Didn’t know anyone. 4. Didn’t have a job, or duty. 5. No way of contacting Kunafa. Her phone was dead.

Basically, I was walking into an already established posse of unknown size and make-up. Or so my brain was telling me.

Okay, if I find a parking spot. Then I’ll go in, but otherwise, I’m going home!

Of course, a parking spot was available right outside the restaurant. After I parked, it took me a few minutes to actually walk inside the restaurant. Once inside, I smiled one of those what-I’m-about-to-ask-is-gonna-sound-kinda-silly smiles.

“Umm, have you seated a group of Muslims? It may be under the name Kunafa. Possibly a couple women wearing a headscarf?”

The hostess smiled back and responded that while she hadn’t seen any women wearing headscarves, there was indeed a man wearing one.

Whabba? There is only room for one hijab-man in this town!

The hostess walked me up some stairs and led me to a large table with several well-dressed Arab men and women. I immediately felt out of place, but I asked if they knew Kunafa. They gave me some confused looks, no smiles, and a generally unwelcoming vibe…

So I left.

You may be wondering if I felt sad or disappointed. Nope.
I felt great. I conquered the fear. No, I smashed it. And I know that if I hadn’t tried, I would’ve regretted it. I was VICTORIOUS!

The next day, Kunafa sent me a message apologizing. Apparently, they had rescheduled for the next day.

I ended up meeting the group and had a lovely time. A few days later, some of the women I met had a brunch. Fifty people showed up. I pushed myself to attend and while awkward for the first few minutes, I met (and re-met) some great people, including my Sunday school teacher of 14 years ago. She reminded me about how much of an ass I was.

But the story of how I cursed out my Sunday “Islamic School” teacher is another story. Maybe I’ll let her tell it. Whaddya say, Neelo?

Lena Khan Continues To Kick Ass, This Time With Obama Ads

by HijabMan :: posted 9 October 08

In other events around blogistan, Lena Khan, the filmmaker who won the 2007 One Nation Film Contest last year with an INGENIOUS music video for Kareem Salama’s “A Land Called Paradise” has come out with a set of even more INGENIOUS spoofs of everyone’s favorite Mac ads.

In the place of a Mac? Obama.

In the place of a PC? McCain.

Result? Cute. Familiar. Effective.

You should also check her first film, The Sleeper Cell

For more of the Obama/McCain Mac ads, click here.

Also this week, I’ve been reading/listening to some pieces on what Time Magazine labels Twixters:

Social scientists are starting to realize that a permanent shift has taken place in the way we live our lives. In the past, people moved from childhood to adolescence and from adolescence to adulthood, but today there is a new, intermediate phase along the way. The years from 18 until 25 and even beyond have become a distinct and separate life stage, a strange, transitional never-never land between adolescence and adulthood in which people stall for a few extra years, putting off the iron cage of adult responsibility that constantly threatens to crash down on them. They’re betwixt and between. You could call them twixters.

I also suggest listening to Gary Cross, author of Men To Boys: The Making Of Modern Immaturity, on Radio Times with Marty Moss-Coane

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