Is there any
sound more comforting than Bach’s air on the g string after two hours of
shopping for food in another country.
I must
confess going to Mass was a toss up to the very end. It isn’t Palm Friday ya know, maybe I should
go this Sunday. Is attending Mass on Fridays
instead of the eighth day having an influence in not going the last two mornings? What was the final decision you had to make
before you knew what direction you’d go?
If I could wear shorts in mass I would have gone. That is ridiculous.
I took the
car to a car wash and they cleaned it well inside and out. Before I left the country I noticed a
softball size single bird shit covered the entire left front light. Yesterday a new pigeon had fallen before it
had its wings and I gently walked around it, showing respect to its parents who
sat above wondering the babe’s unfortunate predicament. Now you’d think that kind of respect would be
returned. Not a chance.
Two days off
to rest, albeit rest with planning for the next week of classes. I have a few students who are good enough to
keep me honest and that motivates me to be ready. Grammar.
I explained to an Indian colleague Americans don’t learn grammar the way
a non-native speaker learns it, it’s basically embedded, implied, in the
reading and writing of elementary school.
I could read Upton Sinclair before I ever knew what the hell a past
perfect was. And a demonstrative
pronoun? That’s a pronoun with an
attitude? I didn’t know.
A war in
Yemen threatens the gulf states, so says the hungry media circus, but the
locals don’t seem too bothered and as long as they are not bothered I won’t be
bothered but I am changing my money now more frequently.
The spread of Ibadism
in Oman essentially represents the triumph of theology over tribal feudalism
and conflict.[8] Ibadis
have been referred to[by whom?] as tolerant puritans or as political
quietists due to their preference to solve differences through dignity and
reason rather than with confrontation,[3][10
The mosque
parking lot fills, streams of men walk for Friday’s midday homily. What will the Iman say today, surely he will
remind the Moslems who are not locals of the Ibadi tradition that solving
differences through dignity and reason is Godly. How can you find fault with this logic, you
can’t.
I wrote up
an ‘alternative’ resume yesterday and the only thing I’d need to change every
time I sent it to prospective employers is the objective, but can’t I just say,
“because I need money.” Are employers
looking for loyalty among the new aarp folks, I don’t know. I’d be loyal if I were happy doing whatever
it is I’d be doing. I read some
alternative careers to teaching is in
corporate training, yeah right, I’ve never owned a gray suit and don’t intend
to, but if they paid me well, would I jump through their monkey hoops, perhaps
long enough to save and go elsewhere.
What in God’s name do you want to do, I know what I’d like to do, if
it’s feasible at all, I don’t know.
9:24pm
How is Islam
taught and passed on to each generation here?
Does the 19 year old female Omani know the difference between Ibadi and
Sunni? Offer an alternative to the
Saudis and Iranians, the Sunnis and the Shias.
Will either of them ever see the misfortune of their dogmatism?
Three Anchor
beers is enough, thank you very much mister hotel. The only place in this god forsaken litter
box with beer. The big decision today,
should I walk the 20 minutes to get there or drive, omigod, you’re gonna have a
few beers and then drive. Easy, honey.
I made it
home, a mere 2km drive is safe and it’s well lit. So, anything else you want to get off your
chest before calling it a day? Nah, all minor stuff, why share it here. Tomorrow I’ve got to prepare for Sunday
classes. And I’ll iron. And I’ll continue with ‘No Ordinary Time’
which at times has been truly wonderful.
I didn’t know Roosevelt’s Lend-Lease helped the Russians THAT much,
extraordinary. I need to remind the next
Kremlinite I run into how much we helped their country defeat the Nazis.
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