where must we go

You know you have too much of anything when you can’t do anything.

Listening to Bach is about as much as I can do right now.  Rezek replaced the empty propane tank with a new one and my hands are still cold but if I can type well enough I could warm up.  ok, there was something.

My Chinese scrolls were damaged in the flooding in mb’s cellar a few years ago.  The first one came from a student of mine in Tianjin.  He had penned a Luke verse in Chinese.  It was cool.  And the second one came from Shenyang, a farmer’s painting on the scroll.  It’s a bummer.

This is the first time I’ve thought what else I lost, and presently I still can’t find the St. Bridget cross I salvaged anywhere, very strange. 

Solomon didn’t say life is meaningless without love, did he?  Because I just told someone this on chat.  Well, where there is empathy there has to be some defined meaning of the word love, no?  we’re talking a much more personal kind of love you schmuck and yes, life has been meaningless in that regard, a great and unfortunate life to have no love and yet still manage to listen to classical music, smoke a pipe next to a roaring space heater in the deserts of Central Asia.  It’s not exactly Byron, in fact it couldn’t be more removed.

This is the last day of the month, yahoo!  let’s get the bleeping hell out of February fast please.  My seventeen days holiday at the end of May is going to slide into Ramadan which will slide into the approaching end of my contract.  It’s difficult to make concrete decisions now and really is a reason to go up to Kabul for sure this time.

Here ends the connections; Rezek is cooking eggplant for lunch.  Mom never brought an eggplant into the house. 

I should shower.  NOW!

For seven years paradigm shift that changed me forever has been replayed, redefined, and reassessed  and still I haven’t gotten an answer to the reason this all started in the first place.    Love.  I was looking for love, that’s all, and I detected, please go ahead and laugh, I detected the same collusion Job suffered from and there was no stopping my pursuit for the truth until it happened.

And still, from it all I haven’t found love, only a spirit who can’t tell me if there will be personal true love in the last 33.3% of my life.  Maybe he does know and if it’s not a good answer he is here to assure me the internet is enough for what you need.  jackass.

eight thirty three pm

I ate a pb and j sandwich toasted and two slices of toasted p-c and two cups of tea and here we are again in front of the computer on a Sunday night with a bag of pistachios .  172 days to go?

ten o nine pm

that’s enough for tonight.  Let’s finish mad max

“Where must we go…

we who wander this Wasteland

in search of our better selves?’

            The first history man