manana mr hanukkah

“what do you want to me to say,   I was possessed by this 2700 year old Caucasoid Shaman?  I’d rather say he, it, simply came out of the closet when I began to smell a cosmological collusion, perhaps the spirit was trying to be an intermediary between the two super powers or he was called to distract me with his bio, look, he said, this is where I came from and he drew a map on the hall way floor and look I’ll show you who cursed and cried when JFK was shot, look I’ll show you a woman you’ll never have, oh wait that was another entity, ya, you were a few kms above the atmosphere swimming in a seas of souls, a higher frequency indeed, no that was Marcella Ranagan only Marcella isn’t who she thinks she is and the woman I’ll never have can’t count very well, well-intentioned but mischievous…

A pleasant Sunday morning out before class to take photos of the red flowers that close during the evening and open at dawn.  I don’t know why I think of such things, I’d like to be done with it all but ha ha how the hell is that gonna happen?

Yesterday Rezek made sheep soup for lunch and I ate all the cucumbers, onions, and tomatoes off the salad plate.  Country food I can’t stomach stomach.  Youinnis sits across from me with a hairy organ he appears he is going to eat I  just can’t eat that kind of ‘food’ I know I’m sure it’s food and I sure as hell hope even the poor at least put it in the fire until it is at least something that ain’t gonna gag. Well, it gags me just thinking about that hairy appendage sulking on a plate in front of Youinnis.  

Country food.  My boss in China told me over a plate of Shenzhen butter chicken that we Americans waste so much food and I remember this as he held an oyster-sauced eyeball in his chopsticks.

I thank God I have a choice to eat and I am not gonna waste time here speculating if I’d eat gall bladder soup if I were raised in Dolpa. 

 

7:03pm

The big solar is down and the generator is keeping me out of the dark except when I try to remember what I wanted to write here when I wasn’t here.  Damn, I really can’t remember.  It might have to do with the attitudes towards women in this part of the country, the pasthunwali people who say they accept change for the women but they’re not going to do anything about making that change.  The majority of the young men are unmarried and are pretty much clueless about the female.  Sisters, female relatives are all kept at a distance, such an unfortunate tradition I am getting a little upset right now thinking how in this morning’s class the men sheepishly admitted women are not permitted to do jack shit in this city and we might as well slide their meals under the door.  Abdul Rauf thought my gesture of sliding the tray when I said this in disgust was pretty funny, I guess he agrees because he is from Kabul where women are permitted to shop freely, watch a football match, play cards, go to a sauna, go the gym, and the same is true I am told for those fortunate enough to live in Herat and Mazar, and isn’t it a wonder I suffer from sensory deprivation.  Bloody lame ass traditions, shabobs, that’s all I can say, and your treatment of women using imported codes is a farce.  Burn that unenlightened purda you are dishonoring humanity.

I think I should eat.  Eggs again?

I did fry two eggs and then I learned I am moving to Kabul this Thursday.  Gulp.