The NSA is so totally tapping my phone now
25 May 2006
Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they really were.
No, it’s not that I’m really just that cynical and jaded about the Executive branch’s amorality wrapped in the Imperial cloak of Christian fundamentalism, though of course I am, but I seriously suspect recent events in my life just might have tripped an alert wire somewhere.
And I’m not just talking about the previous article—though I have to imagine words like “Syria” and “Arab” and “fried pork products,” not to mention the inclusion of some actual Arab text, would probably be enough.
No, you see, the other night, as Heather and I were just finishing up our meal of homemade Chicken Aloo Mutter and Kashmiri Dum Aloo, I got a call on my cell phone. It was not only a number I didn’t recognize, but it had two digits too many! Now, while Heather’s a big fan of the “if you don’t recognize the number don’t answer it” philosophy, I just couldn’t resist. I mean, it was too weird, you know? So I answered.
It was a call from Iran. Seriously, Iran. Now, I’m guessing it doesn’t matter that it was a student from this last semester (to whom I’d given my cell number when we were arranging some meetings to work on his essays) calling to check his final grade since he didn’t have internet access, or that he’s actually a Catholic Armenian by birth who was raised in Iran (can you imagine how fun that must’ve been?) who’d returned to visit his family and continue working on getting his fiancé the right papers so she could come back with him to the US so they could get married and he could continue his education at Fresno State. Nope, I gotta feeling none of that matters, and that I’m so totally on the NSA watch-list (listen-list?).
Kinda cool, actually. Maybe now I’ll go and buy The Anarchist’s Cookbook from Amazon, just for giggles.
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