Aisha’s analysis of Bob Woodruff’s interview with John Edwards on Nightline.

Also, can someone please explain to me why Amazon and the post office are conspiring to make my package which shipped out of Atlanta on 8/11 arrive at my doorstep on 8/16? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. I have sent things across the country in less time, and I’m not even speaking of expedited shipping.

(See? With the whiny.)

So I am writing a post to bookmark the link for myself, and also in case any of you were interested: The front-runner’s fall, the Atlantic report on where Hillary Clinton’s campaign went wrong.

Tonight I upgraded to Wordpress 2.6 beta, which decimated my existing database structure (at least so far as the categories are concerned). That’s why some of the posts are floating around without any particular association.

Tonight I also decided it would be nice to switch out my old pre-Web 2.0 layout to a bright shiny new one, but because the upgrade went… flawfully and because I got started late since I spent the earlier part of my evening addressing invitations for Aamir’s valima, we are still in progress. Significantly.

I’m hoping to get everything cleaned up by Monday. See you on the other side!

I wore a sari to wedding today (it’s like 20-something years old (if not older) from my mother’s collection that she never wears, but everything old is new again, so I’m like yay, fashion extravaganza!!) and remember when I said tighter is better? I have a red line going around my waist to mark where I tied my petticoat, and I honestly cannot tell you what hurts more at the moment, my waist or my feet that have been crammed into unfamiliar heels all evening.

…you know who you are.

I only have five minutes, so here we go:

1. Being one of the millions of voices calling for change. He won the battle, and now it’s time to focus on the war.

2. The grand opening of the new Masjid Al-Farooq tomorrow. If it feels like we’ve been waiting years for this, it’s because we have. I would so love to go to jummah tomorrow, but the crowd and the timing makes it unlikely… but maybe I’ll stop by for ‘asr.

3. Finding the funny. Sometimes, when the door to the room next door simply won’t open, you just have to resign yourself to the worst… and then laugh at it.

There are cherries at the grocery store. I love cherries. I wanted to make a cherry pie, my very first. (NO INAPPROPRIATE JOKES. This is a PG blog.) Living in the South, I have limited access to cherries, which means the plethora of sour cherry pie recipes available on the internets does me no good at all.

Alas for the demise (possibly short-lived) of Tastespotting, I thought. If only I could search its archives for sweet cherry pie recipes. I could always Google, but that opens me up to results that are not from respected and reputable food blogs, and nobody wants to spend time rolling out crust for a mediocre pie. And yet, so much do I want to make a cherry pie that I thought, okay, I’ll Google… but first I should check Smitten Kitchen to see if maybe one of her recipes is adaptable.

Today, Deb posted this:

Sweet cherry pie. A pie made of sweet cherries, the very cherries that are currently available in such abundance at my neighborhood grocery stores. Hers looks too pretty to eat; mine will not be nearly so pretty, but it is entirely possible I will spend this week making not dinner, but pie, pie, and more pie: sweet cherry, strawberry, and summer berry. After all, berries are only in season for a few short weeks…

I just spent the last thirty minutes calling people to figure out whether there is a wedding tonight. Actually, not so much WHETHER there’s a wedding tonight (because this summer, the safe answer to that question is yes, there is a wedding tonight) as WHERE the wedding is tonight.

I’ve confirmed what I already figured (yes, there is a wedding tonight) and am waiting on a return phone call as to where.

Next begin the crucial deliberations: OH MY GOD WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?

Still no real post, but if you follow the links, there are actual words, and some of them are funny:

What does Hillary want?

and

Things Younger than Republican Presidential candidate (oh, and did I forget to mention war hero?) John McCain