[maryn and i, in the days of hating npr]
it started in elementary school. i spent weekends at my dear friend maryn's house at least 35 percent of the time, and i remember our sunday morning rides to church quite clearly. maryn and i would sit in the back of the car together, and i would almost be put back to sleep by the ramblings of some guy on the radio. her dad listened religiously, or so it seemed. i couldn't understand how anyone could find this guy who went on and on about lake whatchamacallit and having to walk uphill to and from school remotely interesting, especially when perfectly good shaggy and o-town songs were playing on the other stations.
that guy was garrison keillor.
i hated him. or at least his show. i swore i would never, ever, ever listen to this radio station when i was older.
whoops.
fast forward to my junior year of college. i slowly let npr seep back into my life, considering myself a good journalism major by doing so. and i did it strictly to catch up on the news. i didn't like it, i couldn't let myself like it after the well-intentioned promise i had made to myself.
or did i like it?
yes, i loved it. and i caved.
and, as i type, i'm listening to the world and learning about why western afghanis should engage peacefully with the taliban.
oh, but my real indulgence is these guys...
and this genius. love her.
oh, and one last little confession about my npr allegiance.
about two weeks after we moved to lebanon, i accidentally drove TWO AND A HALF MILES past our apartment building because i was so caught up in listening to the story of a pakistani opera singer. no exaggerations here, i clocked my miles as i drove sheepishly back home.
so, it's safe to say that i've gone back on my childhood promise. and i'd like to think i'm smarter for it.
xoxo.