I submitted my letter of resignation this afternoon,
there were wise veterans at my disposal to counsel and decide the right course
of action. I only cc:d people in hr and
from them they will turn to the department and they will work it out. His last day is This.
The Emerald Isle was
on and off my radar for years so now is the time and the half way point to the Glove to begin the process of getting a Belgian student visa. Is it still possible?
The AUAF is ghostly quiet now that UG and company have
left. And my two afternoon classes
finish the day after tomorrow. That’ll
leave me with this restless new class.
They are going to test you, aren’t you happy you got at least that? I
don’t know, sounds like the time to read Melville as soon as I finish the hawk
book. I read a few pages today but not
much going there. I’m sure there will be
something else given, believe me a ruffled Englishman is one who finds work for
someone he’s losing.
walter:
ma, do ya think he might be onto something there with that Jesus-Buddha
connection?
ma:
daft as mold. He’s delusional.
walter:
heaven broke loose a little there for him, I reckon. to say you synchronized with an ancient
spirit, ya can’t make that kind of mustard up can ya?
ma:
who the hell knows. people don’t
meet their guardian angels, people don’t say their angel’s name is none other
than the prophet Job, no, I don’t know.
It went a little too far seven years ago and apparently we ain’t
finished with it.
walter: makes sense to me on this lower plane of life,
faiths working together, it’s kind of cool if you think about it. Merge the masses together at the end of
everyone’s end until then they remain forever separate because that’s the way
it is but just above all that they’re playing lawn darts over there, shhh
they’re working on something I can’t quite make it out, can’t you imagine that?
ma:
you smoking anything legal or illegal, kid?
5.23.16
An instant coffee, strong, and toast with homemade
apricot jam appears to have lifted my drowsy countenance. A transport will leave for the university at
12:10pm and I will take it, eat lunch there,
a final prep for one class, teach, and return to the empty first ground
floor. The professor of finance from HK
has departed so I turned off his 24/7 television and turned the room’s light
off as well and at night it is dark in the hall. And quiet.
The head of the Taliban was killed in Baluchistan by a
US drone. The country’s el-chapo, in
real truths, is the head of a snake who moves opium mostly purchased by
Americans.
Would you buy or sell your stock in the pharmacy
business if you knew the supply and demand business could be altering right
now.
It’s so silly.
The Afghan army HAS to go in and confiscate all the dope farms and seal
it up and then build a national pharmaceutical company and make your own opiads
and then you can sell to the Americans and be rich. What is wrong with this picture? Nothing at all. All Afghans have to work collectively in the
Interest of their country first, tribe second, family third, and livestock
fourth.
And honest men and women have to manage it. Everything has to be transparent, yes
management will be wealthier than the workers down the line, but offer them
jobs and wages that will satisfy what they need and what they need is nowhere
as much an American thinks he needs to be happy.
Family first, fresh food and drinkable water, shelter,
good shelter, schools, small businesses paved roads 24 hour electricity though
I think some Kandaharis appeared to be just fine living in the dark, and
everyone is wealthy because opium is more valuable than oil right now and
everyone knows how the money is spent.
Is that even remotely possible, if the money is managed by elected,
chosen, publicly known people, honest people, Afghan first people with no
dari-pashtun-tajik prejudicial sentimentalities that color objectivity with
millennia old racism.
No, you don’t want those kind of folks running your
country.
Must Afghanistan wait another generation to find these
kind of people who can be in places of great responsibility? Where is Afghanistan’s PM Modi?
I guess it’s time to get ready for the methodical trip
to the campus. What is that trip
like? A mangled concrete road with holes
and speed bumps until we get to the main road Dar alum and we dodge and swerve
and stop for anyone stuck crossing the road and then it’s Whiskey 0 to Gulf 1
and the big sliding doors open and close and mirrors look under the vehicle for
my determined imminence and then another sliding door closes and another ones
and here we are, inspect my bag, sir, it’s your job and into the strange
office.
A cloudy day, a bit of thunder, but still bright. God Help us all.
7.23pm—An Indian Omellete and an
Americano for lunch and five hours later you’ll feel like a volcano is going to
erupt, hurry transport hits every unfortunate spot on the way to the loo. whew.
teacher; I’m pretty sure there
is an opposite to everything.
student:
teacher what is the opposite of medium?
On the first pitch he hits a ball to deep right center
field he's going back….
8:00pm—dinner, a large bowl of
cheerios with banana, now a cup of green tea and two cheap shortbread
cookies. I considered an egg but this
afternoon’s egg is enough today. Pasta,
na.
I will draw a circle on the board and draw a line down
the middle. I will write the question,
is there an opposite to everything?
Well, the middle is that which joins the opposites. black and white. And is the middle, the medium. And what is and other than the balance
between the opposites.
What’s the opposite of a pomegranate?
Is vegetable the opposite of fruit?
What do the banana and the eggplant have in common?
A good way to end the day.
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