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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