the banks on the curbs

My right hand is always colder than my left.  Any reason for this?  I finished the toefl class thirty minutes ago, the house is silent except for Hanukah who's out doing something to stay warm in a house that refuses to warm up, today was 70, you’d never know it in the blue room, I still wear my winter coat and pashmina and the indispensable space heater remains loyal.

I was getting some negative energy from Europe and me wonders if I’ll get rejected at ku.  I won’t mind it, sure it’ll be the third post grad school I’ve been rejected but it will open the doors wildly and the kiwi people will again come into focus.  Anywhere else?  nope.  Should I stay here for another year?  No, please Lord, do I have to do a novena soon?

For lunch Rezek cooked liver and onions and it was good indeed but two coffees and seven hours later I concede not to put those two together again.  We’re coming up onto eight and I should eat.  Eggs again, toasted pb and j might be fine too.  Or both. 

Six months to go means six more paychecks and this is what I need to stay focused on because with this amount a no thank you from leuven means it’ll be somewhere beautiful.  and warm. 

let’s go to the kitchen, wait, Hanukkah passes by with his transistor.  they took away his television time, a man at war can do anything he well pleases let him watch faux wrestling.  I’m waiting for him to leave the kitchen so I can go in, why don’t you go now, I don’t want to get in each other’s way.  I don’t know what he’s heating up but it surely is food for few men other than Hanukkah.  I think tomorrow I should buy hamburgers for lunch.

1.27.16

Hanukkah woke me up at seven o’clock, a student was here.  There’s no class this morning, he’s new and is looking for grammar practice, a former translator for the You Es of Ay military and has procured an interview in hopes of getting the hell out of here. 

Almost nine and people stir in the house.  Rezek is in the kitchen making tea, yesterday he made milk chai and brought the round sesame bread, the front door opens and closes the familiar loud Bronx raspberry rub when the door’s corner and the floor come together when the door closes.  My own door has creaks in the joints when it swings, I know everyone in this house knows that sound.  When it’s beyond quiet and there are no books and television, when there is nothing to do but listen you hear everything.  That is, if you’re thinking of nothing. 

8.58pm—Some coincidences are easy to explain.  I gave Jon and his wife Irma a poster size printout of my ‘bindi’ photo framed and wrapped to celebrate the birth of their baby girl Sophie ten days earlier, and Jon said Sophie had a red dot on her forehead for a week and he was calling her the bindi baby.  That’s easy to understand. 

If I speak anymore about a triple coincidence I want to explain them here so if I find any question marks like, what does a cobweb cloud look like exactly, I’ll shut up about it.

1)  I cropped a photo I took in 2003 on Bali’s North coast of a longboat of tourists photo’ing a school of dolphins close to their boat.  I liked the sky, early morning, ripples, dimples, bimples like Sanders bumple chocolate cake and that was that I didn’t know the name given to these kinds of clouds. I liked the image and posted it on a blog.

2)  Later on the same day,  I sat down at the computer and for the past two weeks I’ve been listening to various stuff from Philip Glass and tonight I chose his work Koyaanisqatsi and the youtube load up had the inside jacket and three quotations from Hopi Prophecies and I copied the middle one because of the word cobweb clouds and posted it in a blog.

3)  The next morning I went up to the roof and had a splendid shoot of a variety of clouds and ya know what the hell is a cobweb in my room look like, well, here they are, in 360 panoramic fucking view.  I posted a few on social media.

To dismiss any meaning into this one has to say the clouds are not cobweb clouds. 

Second dismissal is to say something flowery or to think not of them as signs at all.  or you try to piece it together for what reason other than to keep yourself permanently spinning into holes and god help me where am I gonna be spit out next.

KU. 

A third dismissal could be, hey, cool, you’re in sync with clouds, nature, and that’s pretty cool.  Enjoy it. 

I took a local shower, ala with a bucket, I wish I had one of them loofa brushes on days like this.  Well, it sure felt good to clean up a bit, put on my light blue kamees and the big boss and I went to the bank with the western union office in it but the man who did that would come in at two so we left and went to the other bank that has a MoneyGram and in there we sat hoping the new security system installed would work and let me send money to Nepal and we waited for two hours and at two we returned to western union and I sent money while a man in a jim carrey blue suit stood next to me and I told him he needed a sax phone and a jazz band to manage and he asked how much this suit would cost in the US, I think he designed it himself, maybe 300 bucks and was he excited to hear that. 

And we returned exhausted after not doing too much but sitting in empty unused banks while money changers sat with their mini kiosks right outside the banks on the curbs.