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May 30, 2006

Internet Journalists are Protected by Law

Bloggers can shield sources, court rules In setback for Apple, Internet journalists are protected by law - Ellen Lee, Chronicle Staff Writer Saturday, May 27, 2006 In a decision that could set the tone for journalism in the digital age, a California appeals court ruled Friday that bloggers, like traditional reporters, have the right to keep their sources confidential. A panel of three judges said in a 69-page decision that a group of bloggers did not have to divulge their sources to Cupertino's Apple Computer Inc., contending that the same laws that protect traditional journalists, the First Amendment and California's Shield Law, also apply to bloggers. Siding with the Electronic Frontier Foundation, a high-tech legal group that had filed the appeal, the judges said that Apple could not force the bloggers to reveal the identity of the person -- presumably an Apple employee -- who had leaked details about a digital-music-related project code-named "Asteroid" to a number of bloggers. The details of the product release were published on several Web logs, Internet sites commonly referred to as blogs, including Jason O'Grady's PowerPage, which reports on Apple news. "This was a huge win for the First Amendment and for journalists who publish online," said Lauren Gelman, associate director for Stanford's Center for Internet and Society, who filed a brief supporting the Electronic Frontier Foundation. "The court recognized that in the modern era, one way journalists publish information is through the Internet." (more)


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May 25, 2006

Afrocentric: The Return

Subhan'Allah...dear Sister Saaleha has written a beautiful post that I would love for you read, insha'Allah: Afrocentric: The Return

May 18, 2006

Gramma and Me

Well, last September before departing on my journey to Egypt, I got to visit my daughters and grandson. Actually, the visit turned into a regular little family reunion of sorts as it happened that I also got to see my sister, my younger brother and my mother. Al-hamdulillah. New digital camera in hand, clicking commenced. "Smile!" Then came the review. How in the world it turned out that I had pictures of my grandson with everyone but myself I couldn't tell you, but the realization hit with a thud. Returning from Egypt 8 months later, I had several goals in of which was to make a point of having a snapshot of my grandson with his gramma! And what better way to accomplish that goal than to keep him with me for the week after my daughter came to visit this past Sunday. What a treat! The week has passed quickly, and my little buddy is laying sprawled out beside me on the sofa at this very minute - in his yellow, blue, white, and purple striped p.j.'s - freshly bathed, cookies and milk tucked away in his little tummy - sound asleep. Subhan'Allah. Al-hamdulillah for grandchildren.

May 12, 2006

1-2-3-There's No Place Like Home...

Washington, D.C. - Friday morning, 8:15 AM - May 12, 2006.

It was the first day in nearly a week that I had ventured to step outside of the apartment where I had taken leave for some much needed jet lag recuperation; having just returned from an 8 month stay in Egypt.

Stepping off the train and onto Farragut North metro station's platform, the first thing I heard was the strum of a guitar accompanied by the voice of its owner - a surprisingly melodious tune triggering memories of so many other mornings when I had taken the same route to work in the not so distant past.

Beautifully clear sunlight filled my eyes as the escalator carried me closer to street level.

Ever so slightly, the crisp morning air flipped a corner of the scarf covering my hair and dashed a splash of color across my cheeks. I felt a rush of adrenelin surge through my veins. Everything was just as I had left it; from the musician at the top of the sidewalk, to the hustle of commuters heading toward offices where they would spend the day working.

To my right was a woman selling boxes of Krispy Kreme donuts, $5.oo each, for some worthy charitable cause; a dedicated activist stood nearby handing out flyers imploring readers to support a pressing political issue on Capitol Hill.

The familiar flower vendor was parked in the same place as always, offering an array of colorful blossoms sure to brighten the desk of many a commuterr, and for a surprisingly reasonable cost. Just above the musician's head, from where he had positioned himself at the top of the escalator, I spotted the familar green and white circular sign affixed to the wall of my favorite morning stop; pulling the door open, the aroma of freshly brewing coffee rushed to my brain...decisions,'s been sooooo long. Chai Tea Latte.

I turn the corner, heading to the office - treasure in hand. Stepping through the gleaming, heavy glass doors and into the lobby, a familiar face greets me. Big smiles. Exchanged greetings. The elevator doors open. I step inside. Instant brain freeze. For a moment I forget which button to push on the elevator's control panel. Latte still in cup; not doing me any good there! Ahhh! Six...whew!

Dual recognition as I step out of the elevator to meet the smiling face of a favorite receptionist. Subhan'Allah...she is still there. I approach the counter; she rises. We lean in for a quick hug. "Where's George?" "He's off today." "Awwwww..." "Anyone here yet?" "No." "Ut, oh!" *lol* And so the day began.

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