Wednesday, February 3, 2016

lock down day one



I returned from my brisk evening walk to the KS for provisions when the big boss pulled up in his unwashed silver Toyota corolla and told me that Turkey’s PM is coming to Kandahar tomorrow and roads will be limited to only pedestrians who are walking so classes for the next two days have been cancelled. 

In normal cases I’d say whoopee but not here.  What the @#$% am I going to do? 

Another year another job, there was a time last year when I was able to explain what I’ve been doing for the last six years and now I get to add another slippery layer onto the…I don’t know what to call this journey with no end.  There has to be an end to the moving bit eventually, right?  A place to collect books at least. 

2.3.16

Kandahar is in lockdown.  Thank goodness I have organic muscle relaxer.


There are, in truth, some projects I could start and finish in the next three bloody off days.  I should create a new syllabus each for the two conversation classes I taught, one completely from scratch.  Ya, that would be good.

We’ll come back to this tomorrow. 

2.11pm—The lock down continues.  It’s time for lunch.  Rezek had to walk into Aino Mina because of the lock down.  Now he has prepared lunch.  I think it’s dal.

6:40pm—So what are your plans for tonight?  You’re mocking me.  It’s too dark to read, what choices other than watching something on the laptop.  Do I feel like being constructive in any way, I don’t know, no, I don’t feel like being constructive during a lock down.  Though I should.  Stay busy, imagine, let’s put Dubai pics on jack’s site. 

9:03pm—I don’t think it is narcissistic to click like a few of my own images.  I wouldn’t have ever posted them if I didn’t like them in the first place, right?

Lookeehere it’s almost bed time and pray tell what did you accomplish today?  I’m embarrassed.  And tomorrow another day to squander valuable opportunities to accomplish something and you don’t or you won’t.  Slacker.  Wait a second now, I did read Grisham for an hour, I cooked a plate of pasta and heated up some Afghan bread, I’ve been watching a lot of youtube clips of news and late night stuff and the day has to pass faster. 

Perhaps you could learn a few skills from a video clip that might help you with your tired and true hobbies.  I could.  I did spend some time looking at Patmos Island. 

Any deep thinking about the issues of the day, nah, last week’s social media can of worms was a bit unsettling and I’ve recoiled somewhat.  You understand that what you said is there now, perhaps permanently?  Well, dude, tell me how to stop living the days.  Tell me how to stop telling people.  Granted I don’t tell as many now as I did then…

No, I don’t wish to recreate a scene from the book of Revelation if I go to Patmos. 

But I wonder, I’ve wondered for a long time and I am too curious for my own good.  There is no other misunderstood book and I’d like to know how he did it.  He was awake, fully alert, conscious and then it came.  He was awake.   

I know he narrated the story to someone who wrote it down and then John edited it, but I think I know how he could have seen and experienced the visions, the story of the end of the world, it is completely plausible in every historical sense of the meaning of the word ‘entheogen’.  


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