Last week, I think, I bought a DVD player. I bought the DVD player for the purpose of watching the Wholphin DVD collection that's available at Video Rodeo. For the past week and a half I've been watching through them. I'm on number 3. The first two are good. I liked number 2 a lot. I liked Miranda July in number 1, and when I saw her I saw the girl I've been obsessing about for the past two months. I just watched "A Stranger in Her Own City" which starred Namjia, a badass thirteen year-old girl, who went around without a veil, riding her bicycle (which is illegal for women in Yemen), and hanging out with boys, playing street-games. She was street. She was dirty, but always had a smile. People on the street yelled insults at her, and she'd snap back at them with snide remarks, insulting their fudamentalism. At one point in the short she was cursing Sanaa (or Saana?), and said she wanted to leave. At the end of the short, it said that seven months after the filming, Namjia had quit school and began wearing a veil. I felt very sad about this. I imagined being Namjia, and hating to wear the veil, but wearing it. I imagined being her and wanting to breathe fresh air. I imagined being her and wanting to run away from that place. The feeling was so intense that I turned off the DVD player and walked over to Library West, where I am right now typing this to tell someone how I felt about Namjia.
Right now, outside the building where I sit, there are many people dressed in orange and blue, drinking beer, staring at each others' faces, waiting for the football game.
Right now I'm going to stand up and walk to Reilly's and feed Mr. J, go home and check my mailbox and be disappointed if nothing's arrived, and continue watching Wholphin.
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