the 830 blues

The American dream is about giving your children a life that was better than yours.  It isn’t about inequality though that helps because we must respect each other’s pursuit of the dream.  The poor don’t dream of inequality they dream of opportunity to get out, slowly, if necessary, wait a second Jack, the poor, there are so many kinds of poor like the homeless drug addict poor or the bound by low caste poor, in this case the poor need to be treated equally if all parties understand in this life they ain’t going nowhere, Jesus told us to help them because he's got other shit to do, but this is it for them who cannot get enough civility, a good society can't let them go so down they can’t ever get up again, we keep ‘em alive, we keep ‘em from hurtin themselves, keep ‘em fed and clothed.

The Shgolden rule in the American dream, well, the word dream has 350,000,000 interpretations now doesn’t it?  But it begins with freedom, our foundation.   

8:30pm—Rain is scheduled to grace us this Tuesday.  How dangerous is it to anticipate, I don’t have my hopes up for a big rousing whip ‘em good downpour with thunder and banging, a nice steady rain for the entire day would be exceptional and desperately appreciated. 

The 70 year old man has his wits with him, completely, and he is in good health.  His daily use of hashish defies studies which show negative long term effects on the its use.  It’s simply remarkable, really.

I slowly peel away the layers as temps in the blue room rise, today the socks were off, oh what sorry looking white feet I have, deprived of air and sun for months, and my winter jacket hangs though I used it in the morning in the kitchen, and it’s time to get a haircut.

2.29.16

A pleasant afternoon inside, stray clouds accumulate and provide shade, let’s hope it rains, eh?  New flowers in the garden, red ones, how about that?

You always know when you have too much of a good thing, right?  When it controls you instead of you controlling it.  So what do you in such moments of uh oh, I gotta be productive here, I can’t crawl back into bed, I have to prepare for tomorrow’s morning class, I have to get a haircut…there are things I should/could do but my time is being challenged.  Let’s go through the news quickly:

spotlight wins best picture.  a political statement, really, one institution going after another institution; reformers winning seats in Iranian election.  go with the flow dudes and tell us with your changes you proclaim ‘we no longer wish Israel dead’.  Such a positive and healthy move that would be for you in the end. 

6:57pm—I almost went for a haircut tonight, I can wait.  I can also wait to go to the bank and buy my ticket to Kabul.  I can also wait for my passport to come this way.  I have 18 days.  They have 18 days.  You will hear more from me if they wait longer than is comfortable for me to wait. 

A calm overcast evening, I told students to keep their eyes on the skies tomorrow, I probably shouldn’t suggest anyone anticipate something as frivolous as rain but I can’t help it and surely the amount of precipitation will be negligible.

An hour later and the skies are clear, the stars twinkle and on his way out for the day the boss told me there are rumblings about me not teaching enough and they might call me back to the capital.

Wow.  I didn’t see that coming but they did, apparently.  Is there a chance to increase the teaching hours here? and thus void a move?  I don’t know.  Either way I look at what’s happening, there are two months of possible teaching left after the spring break.  Ramadan begins in the first week of June, here the classes will dissolve.  There, I don’t know.  It might be the same.  In any case being up there when it is time to leave will be a good thing. 

I stepped outside after an episode of the evil Underwoods and the skies are crystal clear.  I won’t see that in the capital I suppose.  And I’ll return to wearing my ties and worst my socks will cover my air-borne naked feet.  Sorry boys.

And of course my chillum will go dry, which I guess will be a good thing.  One benefit of being in the capital is that it is still a capital with lots of people and events and…I show respect differently.  Not enough teaching, I wonder if I am expected to plan an acceptable schedule for the two months after the break.  I have some ideas if I want to stay and wear the same clothes all day and night, what a privilege only a man can love.

“I take the 8 thirty am minibus to the campus, a ten minute delivery through rush hour’s bleary eyed and weary , I sign and date a clip board for reasons I don’t care about at the fortress gates and then after passing through the sliding iron doors I am searched.  This is simply a repulsive way to commute.”