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A collection of travel and life related neurotic ramblings by yours truly.

Jordan, Syria, and the US

This is a link to an Al-Jazeera article about the growing concern in Jordan over the Syrian revolution (and possible spillover in Jordan). US troops have been working with Jordanians over the past few months but we are now sending our military in. There have been protests in Jordan that are rallying behind the popular opinion that foreign troops should not intervene any further than to advise on security measures. I, for one, do not want my home country deploying any more military personnel than they already have to my adopted country. That’s that in world news, people…

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The Futility of Invading Russia.

Apparently me finding a full time job doing anything is akin to invading Russia in the winter- it’s impossible, a bad idea, and there is not nearly enough vodka to keep up moral.

Yes, in all of my free time that is the metaphor I’ve come up with.

Don’t get me wrong, I have a job. I work one day a week (despite being promised full time, shocker) at an Arabic restaurant on a 14 hour shift. It’s exhausting, but I can’t complain- it’s one day a week, and compared to some of my coworkers who are routinely pulling 14 hour shifts 7 days a week I have it good. Unfortunately the shift schedule and the fact that people seem to think tipping is optional (IT ISN’T) aren’t turning out to be very lucrative.

I keep busy- I have my lab where I stay busy entering lots of data. I’ve been reading many books while taking advantage of the Denver sun in between the weekly bouts of snow Denver has been getting… I dislike the cold and snow, but have to admit it’s kind of fun. Roller derby has kept me happy and busy and we’ve started scrimmaging, which is infinitely more fun than running drills at practice! Some of the new girls are still getting the hang of playing so games might be a little slow for a couple weeks.

But it is getting very hard not knowing what I’m doing or where I’m going. I have one month left in Denver before moving back with my family, something I never wanted to do (not that I don’t love my family, but because it feels like a step back). I know it will be good, and hanging out with my family is a great thing that I am looking forward to. The prospect of trying to find another job is daunting as I have obviously not had the best of luck with that over the course of this academic year. Saying goodbye and packing my crap up is also something that routinely has me anxious and on the floor. It sucks leaving the people who have known me as I’ve grown up these last 4 years, the people who knew me as who I am, outside of church or high school or family. My friends here have become my family, become my support structure.

Well, such is the situation of a graduate with little relevant experience in her field, overqualified to be a waitress but under qualified to do much of anything else. I know it will get better and that things will work out, but as the immortal Inigo Montoya said, ‘I hate waiting.’

Have fun invading Russia in the winter.


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Adventures of an Accidental Activist

Or, in better words, ‘the adventures of a purposeful but slightly unmotivated wannabe activist who kind of wants to stop holding her sign in the cold and go get some coffee and have a nice conversation about the problems of the world.’

Haha. You can see how effective I am!

I suppose I should start at the beginning of this little activist’s tale before I start lamenting my ineffectiveness. I have recently become part of a group called the Colorado Student Power Alliance (COSPA) which is a collection of students from area campuses mostly fighting against student loans and the unfortunate legislation and bank policies behind those loans.

I’ll admit I’m a weird member of this group. I have been blessed with a lack of student loans during my undergraduate career and therefore have never had that burden on my brain or on my family. I have the ability to take off after graduation to far reaches of the world to start my life, without being harnessed to a job I hate in a city I don’t want to be in just to pay off the loans I took out to pay for my education. I do, however, know that my presence in this fight is needed. Almost every friend I know in college has loans, and more than a few adults in my life are still under that burden. This is everyone’s fight, and so here I find myself.

The thing about student loans that makes them suck so much (other than high interest rates and the fact that you owe something to a heartless corporation) is that you can’t default on them. You can declare bankruptcy on your mortgage, your business, the rest of your life- but you cannot default on your student loans. They do not go away and often cannot be restructured after you graduate. Loans are not able to be adjusted based on income or, if you happen to be unemployed for awhile, changed in any way. This really isn’t ok!

Back to the present. I found myself getting in a 15 passenger van on Monday afternoon and heading to Salt Lake City, Utah, with 12 other members of COSPA and the Colorado Progressive Coalition as well as a guy from the D.C. branch of an organization called Jobs with Justice. We went to protest with a bunch of other groups at the Wells Fargo board meeting, which for the first time in 16 years wasn’t being held in San Francisco because of the pressure other groups have put Wells Fargo under in California. We drove through the night (boring… I don’t do well sitting still for that long) and arrived at around 3:30am to crash for a couple hours and then get right back at it.

7:30 rolls around, we’ve had our coffee, and a few members of our group go into the meeting as proxy shareholder members. We join a gathering group of other protesters outside the meeting, drawing slogans on the sidewalk and making signs and desperately waiting for the sun to come up enough to warm us up. We left Denver in a blizzard (yeah) and unfortunately Utah wasn’t much warmer. My protesting career starts off not being able to feel my toes.

Security was high, but the cops didn’t seem to be interested in us except as bullhorns were brought out and sidewalks were blocked. That’s kind of the point, but we were loud enough without artificial means! No one got arrested, which is always nice I suppose. Eventually the meeting was over, our friends inside came out after making their statements (most didn’t even make it through their prepared questions regarding mortgages, student loans, and Wells Fargo’s loan policies before being escorted out) and we all marched around downtown Salt Lake delivering statement letters to 3 branches of Wells Fargo. We caused a slight amount of concern (and were also flanked by more security people) as the bank branches quickly (I kid you not) shuttered their windows and locked their doors! We did manage to deliver our letters, but I kind of thought it was funny. We finished up with a press conference in which some of our Colorado students got to talk, and I can tell you with some certainty that I made not only a couple articles in the Utah newspapers but probably made it onto the nightly Salt Lake news. Woo, I’m famous! Haha.

Confession: as intense as I can be and as opinionated as I am, I am not the protester type. I am an activist and I will be an activist, but I do not like shouting or yelling at people. I will hold a sign, but I don’t like chants or marching or getting into peoples’ faces when they themselves have done nothing to me. Basically, I am a terrible protester to have at your event. I’d like to sit down and have coffee with the people I oppose, if they are willing to have a civil conversation. After that if we want to yell slogans at each other, sure! Bring it on! But standing on a street corner yelling didn’t do it for me.

I’m glad I was there, in the end. I had a fun time with the people I was with and enjoyed observing the passions of others as they tackled this issue that they are very close to. I met people who are losing or have lost their homes to foreclosures by Wells Fargo, students who cannot pay their student loans, and people who acknowledge the inherent problems with banking procedures and policies. I met people who were just as cold as me who were willing to stand outside and be someplace they were not supposed to be in order to make a point. I also met people who were trepidacious like me and who needed just as much coffee as I do to get started in the morning.

A bunch of us went out to lunch afterwards to a vegan restaurant, which was also a new experience for me! I ate a burger than wasn’t meat on bread that was scarily delicious with carrots. Rabbit food it may have been but I liked it!

We made it back to Denver (where it is not snowing, thank god) after driving through the West’s finest middle of nowhere. I haven’t driven that route in awhile and it was really fun to see the beautiful scenery of Wyoming and Northern Colorado. I also brought a few books and my markers, so I kept myself entertained!

Here is an article about us- I’m standing right behind the front sign, but you might not be able to see me.


our ‘followers’


the media!


proof that I’m a candid but terrible activist

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Remembering Deir Yassin

Today in 1948 a massacre in the Palestinian town of Deir Yassin occurred. It is apt that my Students for Justice in Palestine group over this week is holding a vigil in remembrance of both Native American and Palestinian villages that were displaced or destroyed in their respective genocides- it is unfortunate that we live in a world where people continue to be occupied, displaced from their rightful lands, and all too often even killed. This article from The Electronic Intifada is a very good commemoration of Deir Yassin- please read!

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Save Wadi Foquin

Hey all,

Here is an email I received today regarding a small Palestinian village called Wadi Foquin which is in danger of, in no uncertain terms, complete destruction by outside forces. I’ve attached the email I received; if you want to learn more please check out this link: Save Wadi Foquin. You will be able to email your congressmen and women to pressure them to become more knowledgeable about the Israeli occupation and the destruction of villages like Wadi Foquin- this may not seem like a big action, but it is enough. Thanks!

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End the Occupation
Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Take Action to Help Save Wadi Foquin

Dear Elizabeth, 



I am writing you today to ask for your help to save a small Palestinian village called Wadi Foquin.

In the photo above, Yusef Manasra, an elder in this West Bank Palestinian village, overlooks the historic dwelling place of his family. Directly across the village on the southwest hillside is the settlement of Betar Illiit. The illegal Israeli settlement now boasts a population of more than 40,000 and is built mostly on land stolen from Wadi Foquin and surrounding villages.

In addition to continued land confiscation for the expansion of the settlement, raw sewage and limestone runoff from settlement construction has badly damaged the rich agricultural produce and natural water springs in the village, threatening to make the village uninhabitable.

The Israeli government has already taken 94% of the village’s land, and residents continue to receive more land confiscation orders for the construction of the apartheid wall on the northwest side of the village. The planned route of the wall will cross the green line and take even more land from the village. In addition flying checkpoints restrict freedom of movement in and out of the village and make it very difficult for the residents to travel for work or school or to visit family.  

The Friends of Wadi Foquin is a partnership formed with the village in August 2009, and we have been invited by the Lantos Human Rights Commission (LHRC) staff to submit a proposal to schedule a briefing on the human rights abuses in Wadi Foquin. Your Member of Congress can influence what issues appear before the LHRC, and they need to hear from you about the intolerable situation for the villagers in Wadi Foquin.    

Elizabeth, please email your Member of Congress and call the Co-Chairs of the Lantos Human Rights Commission and urge them to schedule a briefing to address Israel’s human rights abuses in Wadi Foquin.

The Friends of Wadi Foquin has been supporting programs and activities for community empowerment and survival.  But because of the accelerated expansion of the settlement and planned construction of the  wall — and the clear sense that the clock is ticking on the village‘s future — we have been asked to raise awareness in our communities regarding the urgency of the situation.  

Our advocacy campaign calls on the Lantos Human Rights Commission (LHRC) to schedule a public briefing to address the human rights violations taking place in the village, including land rights, water rights, food production, transportation and freedom of movement.

The Co-Chairs of the LHRC are Rep. James McGovern (D-MA) and Rep.  Frank Wolf (R-VA), and it is important that they hear from people across the country who are concerned about this issue.

Please email your Members of Congress and call the Co-Chairs of the Commission and urge them to hold a briefing about the devastating impact of Israeli settlement activity on Palestinians in Wadi Foquin.



Rev. Michael Yoshii – Chair, Friends of Wadi Foquin 
Jean Hart – Advocacy Chair, Friends of Wadi Foquin
Kira Azzam – Staff Coordinator, Friends of Wadi Foquin

P.S. –– Watch this powerful video about the devastating impact thatillegal Israeli settlements are having on Wadi Foquin.   

Elizabeth, take these actions:

1. Email your Members of Congress and ask them to write the Co-Chairs of the Lantos Human Rights Commission in support of a briefing on Wadi Foquin.

2. Join our call-in week  from April 9-12.  Please call the Co-Chairs of the Lantos Human Rights Commissionand ask them to hold a briefing about the human rights abuses being committed against residents of Wadi Foquin.

3. Contact Friends of Wadi Foquin to find out about other ways you can help with this campaign.

4. Watch this powerful video about the human rights abuses being committed against the residents of Wadi Foquin.


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Students for Justice in Palestine

It seems that even though I am out of classes and unemployed I still have managed to fill my schedule up with a variety of both fun and worthwhile activities! Over the course of this year a new group on campus, Students for Justice in Palestine, has grown to be an awesome organization. I have gotten to become more involved in it and am so glad that I am!

SJP is a national organization located on a bunch of US college campuses. The main goal of the group is not to speak for the Palestinian people, but rather inform and direct actions within the states to stand in solidarity with those under occupation. The groups on each campus obviously vary due to the openness of each college, personal interests of the groups, and ability to organize and mobilize; each branch falls under the national charter with encourages the boycott, divestment, and sanction of Israeli goods both on campuses and (a bigger goal) through the community. It is a non-violent but focused effort to bring justice to a group of people that often are ignored and misrepresented in Western society. If you’d like to learn more please check out!

Our DU group is composed of a variety of grads, undergrads, and alumni who are all hilarious and passionate about Palestine. I’ve finally found my people! Our meetings routinely last way longer than they are supposed to and I walk out feeling overwhelmed but energized, and always smiling. We’ve got a few events coming up and although most of my readers are not from the Greater Denver Metro area, I’ll tell you about them anyway! And, if you happen to know anyone in the Denver area, pass all this information along!

The Apartheid Wall: Over the last couple of weeks we have spent time building and painting a very mini version of the wall that separates the West Bank from Israel proper. This wall, built by Israel, intersects and often divides Palestinian towns and has been deemed illegal in multiple international courts and in international laws. We have about 4 panels that will eventually be put together, each with facts and drawings (all located on the actual wall in Palestine) that will be placed on our campus as an informational and instructional tool. Our school has resisted our applications to put up this wall although it complies completely with all requirements- after many hoops to jump through and a bit of time we should be ready to go with this in a couple weeks.


It will look something like this when we set it up- this is from UCLA

Remi Kanazi: This has been a frustrating but ultimately awesome event to get on DU’s campus! Remi Kanazi is a Palestinian spoken word poet who speaks all around the world for Palestinian rights. To get him on campus we had to cover certain fees for him as well as location space here and insurance (which very few groups are required to get, but due to this ‘controversial’ event we are required to have!). Numerous (and I’m talking numerous) groups, organizations, and other DU sources refused to fund this speaker, including organizations that have no excuse not to be behind this: the Diversity Committee, the Undergraduate Student Government, the Center for Middle Eastern Studies. We have raised enough money to get him here, but when Remi heard about our funding struggles and our school’s unwillingness to have him speak he volunteered to come anyways. Suck it, bureaucracy!  Through donations from the community here in Denver as well as a few DU organizations willing to fund this we are having him here in Craig Hall on April 11th. Everybody needs to come!!! Let’s show this school that they cannot silence the voices of the people.

Now, many of you may be sympathizing with the position SJP has put my school in. We are bringing in a controversial speaker talking about controversial things, it is true. But there is something intrinsically wrong with a society or university in which Jews and Westerners can talk about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, but Palestinians cannot. They are no more or less passionate or involved in this conflict than anyone else- so let them speak! What our culture has taught us is that a ‘neutral’ stance on this issue is not balancing the views of Palestinians and Israelis, but rather Israelis and the West ; this view leaves no room for the Palestinian voice, and that is wrong. We’re trying to remedy that.


We are also in the process of designing our logo, printing t-shirts, and will be holding a vigil next week on campus to bring attention to the villages destroyed during the Nakba (catastrophe) of 1948 when thousands of people were displaced from their homes due to the declared independence of the state of Israel. We are working alongside DU’s Native Student Alliance, who will also be commemorating the tribes displaced here in America when we all stormed in and took over everything.

So that’s that! I’m super excited to be part of a group on campus that is actually doing things, and to be friends with a dynamic group of people who crack me up. If you’re in the Denver area or know of anyone who is, tell them about this stuff and please come! We need to pack the auditorium and show everyone that we can do this.



Quiet Ponderings (or, Where the Hell is the Bus?)

In the last 3 days I have turned 22, gotten my final grades posted, and quit my job.

Good Lord.

I didn’t expect much for my birthday but got many phone calls and emails wishing me a happy day (thanks, everyone). I took myself downtown to my favorite bookstore (haven’t been there since before Jordan, so it’s about time) and, for the first time in recorded history, walked out with absolutely no books in my hands (GASP). I did get coffee (of course) because one does not simply browse the stacks sans caffeine.

I came home and checked my final grades and found success! All classes passed with a C- or better. Standards for grades have sunk to ‘passing’ rather than ‘excelling,’ but I think that’s a product of senior year rather than a personal lack of intelligence. In all likelihood, anyways. So that is something I no longer have to worry about at all!

I went out with friends and got sufficiently drunk celebrating my first legal birthday back in America. I blatantly cheated at the pool game my friend Vince made me play and got to meet my old roommate’s boyfriend, who seems quite nice. I got a promise of ‘day after birthday’ macaroni and cheese from my friend Kelsey, who was true to her word (it was DELICIOUS). It was great to see her as she’s heading off to a job in China for 3 months.

I also quit my job yesterday. Is it bad that I’m more sad about the lack of free coffee than anything else? The lack of income is also terrible, but so were my bosses. Anyone who has worked in restaurants, hospitality or retail knows that when your bosses stop putting you on the schedule, you’ve effectively been let go. I’d rather my employers have the balls to fire me to my face, but that’s just a personal preference and obviously not something that I should expect.

So, that’s over and done. I’m back in the job market and hating it, but glad to have time to do the things I actually enjoy. I’m getting back into my psychology lab this week, am working with our Students for Justice in Palestine group more (which is totally fantastic) and will maybe actually go to the gym (but probably not). Roller derby is going great and I love being happy and exhausted again. Sitting in the sun writing this isn’t a bad deal, either.

We’ve got a new library on campus and it’s quite cool inside- my favorite part is the bookshelves, which are all set on rollers so you can move them closer or farther apart to both save space and apparently squish anyone browsing farther down the line. This will be a primary source of entertainment for me in the coming weeks.

I have a Skype interview with a NGO in Nablus, the West Bank tomorrow morning. I’m pretty excited about that! I’m not quite sure exactly what it entails, but I’ll keep you posted. I’d be there for three months (if I ever get enough money for airfare) working with students and women in the community. West Bank’s first junior roller derby team, maybe?

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Yes, readers, it is true! I finished up what was hopefully my last undergraduate class last Thursday and am anxiously awaiting my final grades just in case… there’s always going to be that little part of me that doesn’t believe I’m done until I receive my diploma (a confirmation email would also be nice). Spring Break has seen the vacationing of most of my friends and a depressing lack of hours at work for me, but no matter. The space in my head that has been emptied by the constant stream of assignments, chapters to read, and places to be has cleared out significantly. Not to say I’m bored, oh no! I have kept busy sleeping, going to roller derby practice, clearing out the clutter of 3.5 years of college and enjoying the sun with the friends who did stick around, not to mention catching up with some long neglected reading (Noam Chomsky, anyone?) and long neglected friends and phone calls to family reassuring them that I am on the verge of being ok again.

This was a rough quarter, and although I’ve come up with many reasons why they still don’t equal a completely satisfactory explanation for me. No one sleeps and everyone is stressed; everyone has family troubles, issues with relationships and friends; most people have difficulty finding a job and balancing school; everyone worries, gets gray hair (although I seem to have come off with an unfair amount on my head in comparison), stays up at night.

Being in a class solely devoted to the topic of ‘Depression’ surely didn’t help my cause, either. Now I can define what is wrong with me and still not be able to fix it, despite having the knowledge. I found myself sitting miserable through classes I would have formerly enjoyed, resenting the fact that I had to sit there while someone talked at me for 8 hours when I’d rather be doing anything else. I found myself getting tired of my friends quicker, tired of the routine, tired of the many little things in everyday life that I had no control over. I found myself multiple times at the end of the day (or the middle) curling up in my bed and crying not over anything big or life-altering, but the little thing that someone did or said that just crushed me. I was unable to smile, unable to relate, unable to sympathize with others going through the exact same thing.

Now that I’ve gone and made you all sad or worried about me, here’s a happy ending! I thankfully am surrounded by friends and family who know that this weeping, mess of a person isn’t who I am. I am someone who loves life, runs through it, has energy and sarcasm abounding. I do not cry over what someone has said about me, and I certainly do not stay up nights anxiously awaiting the fresh horrors of the next day. That is not who I am. Unfortunately coffee alone couldn’t fix me. I would like to thank the members of my family who called me when I needed it most (my grandma, who called and told me to ‘be happy’ the last week of classes) and the friends who still invited me to things even though I was absolutely no fun to be around at all. Thank you to the people who listened to me complain and cry over the phone and ultimately who all made me laugh through the stress. Thank you to everyone who offered me a hug, especially in combination with a strong drink. You all carried me through.

And look at what I’ve accomplished so far- over the last 3.5 years I have

run 2 marathons and one half marathon


never gained the freshman 15!

made wonderful friends from our first year on, all of whom are keepers


graduated with 2 degrees and almost 3 years of the Arabic language (whew)

spent a year abroad, traveling to 5 countries (Jordan, Lebanon, Israel/Palestine, Germany, Norway)





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learned to cook for myself and stay under budget- woo!

had multiple jobs while going to school, and never failed a class

and I’m sure there’s more, but those are the ones that pop to mind right off the bat. I don’t really know what I’m doing with myself now, other than saving up some money for a bit and hopefully returning to Jordan this summer. In the meantime I will be applying for jobs and internships wherever I can. I eagerly anticipate the arrival of my diploma, whenever the school gets around to sending it! But I’m definitely going to enjoy a bit more free time, working my ass off in roller derby and hopefully getting to play in a game or two before I have to leave, and hey- maybe I’ll start a book chronicling this whole crazy experience. Who knows!



A few days ago I found this image on the internet. It was accompanied only by a small caption detailing where the picture was taken. There were no news articles that day on any of the major news sites that I checked, and no indication that anything wrong had happened.


This picture is intense. It had to have a background, an explanation, a story. I dug around and found that this picture was taken on January 15th of this year as a Palestinian schoolboy returned to his home in a neighborhood of East Jerusalem called Beit Hanina. I had never heard of this it before, but researching it I found a dearth of information about it and the other demolitions the Israeli government conducts on a regular basis.

Can you imagine being a 10 year old and coming home to a house that is no longer there? Can you imagine seeing your family, your pillar of normalcy and support, standing by helplessly as everything they’ve worked for is crushed in a matter of minutes? Can you imagine sorting through the rubble of your house, looking for anything you can take away to remember?

Can you imagine what is going through this boy’s mind? His innocence is gone. His shelter is gone. An immovable force has taken his family’s pride away. What will he do about it? What would you do?

Children are not born with hatred against anyone in their hearts- it is placed there. With every house demolished and every person displaced Israel is digging themselves further and further into this conflict. Their enemies are being created every time a Palestinian child can’t get to a hospital because the checkpoint is closed, every time a bulldozer takes away the roof of a family before the winter, every time a permit is denied and a water well runs dry and a person is constantly degraded for a historical past he or she did not participate in.

You and I are lucky enough to not have to worry about our houses being gone when we get home. We don’t live under occupation and our actions are not dictated by another governing power that is against us. We do not have to deal with these things, but the least we can do is see the injustice and try to do something about it. Become informed. Write a senator, write an editorial. Pressure those in our media and government to make sure that demolitions in Beit Hanina aren’t simply relegated to a single picture on an obscure website, but plaster them across the newspapers. Make actions like this noticeable  and make them a crime. Make them shameful to everyone. Write a company that is complicit in the demolitions conducted by Israel. Make a stink, make a ruckus. Stand up for the people who have little power in the face of indiscriminate force.

Make sure that pictures like this aren’t something a child ever draws again.


Here is a link to a series of photographs that were also taken on January 15th, 2013 in Beit Hanina.

Here is another website documenting the continued destruction of Palestinian homes in Israel and the Occupied Palestinian Territories from 1967 to the present:

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To the guy who added marshmallows to my hot chocolate before I began studying- you, sir, are a saint.

Moving on.

Obviously I’m not currently studying because I’d rather blog. Yay! Here are my thoughts on the movie Argo, which I saw this week.

If you haven’t seen it, you totally should. I enjoyed it a lot and felt as though it was historically accurate. The characters (who are based on real people from the hostage crisis) were believable and the acting was incredible. The cinematography was fascinating.

Perhaps contrary to the intention of the film I found myself wanting to travel to Iran the entire time. Despite the guns, violence, and hostility towards Americans (I don’t think this is undeserved looking back at our activities in Iran over the years) I would love to go there, then and now. More broadly the film made me miss the Middle East’s bustling culture, honking horns, chaos of life and incredible people. My background knowledge of the Iranian hostage crisis and Iranian history made this film very enjoyable because I knew what was happening more than just what the film presented.

The movie also stressed me out much like any film where you know the ending, but aren’t certain as to how they will pull it off. Spoiler alert, the hostages are safe, but boy was I nervous there for a minute!

Moral of the story: Argo, good. Ben Affleck, yes. Iran, bucket list.

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