Friday, March 4, 2016

inevitable melancholy



Friday morning sunshine appears a few minutes before nine, a cool one it will be to start, laundry being washed as we harmonize ourselves for the days meanderings.  what shall we do first other than what you’ve already done, you’ve swept the carpet around this computer with a threshing brush and the laundry, my longjohns get washed for the first time, it’s actually the first time I’ve taken them off, come on spring!

 
10:32am—the window is open and while I eat specially pan toasted Pakistani roti in ghee and a naturally organic supplement.  I have been careful here not wishing to give myself a headache or any epiphanies that could cast me down a mountain.  Nevertheless we’ll keep a tab on things here.

Intercessory Prayer, there should be nothing wrong with it in monotheism.  How natural it is to beseech a saint, a human made in the image of God, who has been touched, who has made contact with the ‘you know who’ and done great things in the name of that one who dwells in the unknowing cloud.   

11:52pm—I watched an episode of house of cards and now the silence flushes away hollywood’s lies and deceptions.  Hanukkah left a thermos of green tea and I suppose a nice shot shower at noon is a good idea.  I might be going out in a few hours.  I’ll get clean.  But not clean enough to change my kameez until I get a haircut.  Wonder if it’s open today.  Why not, let’s consider it.  What else have you got to do aside from relaxing with too much time  and shuffling photos and fonts.

Such is inevitable melancholy when  change is inevitable.  An oboe or a clarinet’s minimal repetitive notes up and down stretching long and short.  Music and emotion, emotion a God-created fabric in all sentient creatures, oh see the marigolds weeping for joy when a smooth sun warms their tiny cells.  

1:43pm—There is a very mellow disposition with a slight frontal lobe headache.  It could be a combination of many things mostly the Pakistani cigarettes.  Otherwise compared to baking with the stuff in French butter in an oven with French crockery I wouldn’t recommend watching Claire and Frank after consumption.

Trump’s followers are white zombies.

One kilometre west of Dand Chowk nestled in a rocky outcrop above the city are The Forty Steps, which are visible from most of Shah-e-Nau. The steps will take you to a small enclave in the mountain guarded by two stone lions. The statues were carved by Babur, founder of the Mughal Empire of India, who took Kandahar in the 16th century. Inside the enclave there is a Persian inscription paying tribute to the conquests of Babur. It's a great place to take the ubiquitous Afghan thermos and drink a cup of green chai while watching the sunrise, but it won't be serene for long as your presence will probably attract an army of kids from the surrounding village
Read more:
http://www.lonelyplanet.com/afghanistan/kandahar-and-southern-afghanistan/kandahar/sights/landmarks-monuments/the-forty-steps#ixzz41vOfgnvJ

7:55pm--I was told we’d pay a visit to the forty steps and my ride would come by at two and I took a nice shower and had lunch and waited and waited and that was it I knew he wasn’t coming.  No matter no call nothing, I had things to do here anyways like... 

Less than two weeks I don’t know how much longer I can be quiet, I would like to book a room, I would like to have my passport back I have to call the dude in Kabul and ask for it even though it’s been sitting in his office for two weeks.  Come on, fellas, I am not a high priority I’ll pay for it COD via TNT,  don’t assume I’m trying to shame anyone though if it is necessary and I have to cc: others to wake up someone, then so be it.

Getting my passport back is just not their priority.  


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