and then our exile

Gestern Abend mochtete ich viel Mathe tun, aber mein' Planen war beshmozzled weil ich online war und mit Freunde sproch und die Geschichten meinen acquaintance lies. Und jetzt bin ich mude, weil ich hab' spat zum Bett gegangen. Mein Grammar und Buchstabieren sind vielleicht schrecklich, aber das ist 'Leben.. von Juni (nach der Diplom) bis heute schrieb ich kein Deutsch. ^_^
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ah...to speak another language and look at those who do not understand as though they are only half there. something like Bayan at the Palestine-rally. But i must have a camera ready and stop meself from laughing. The inverse of that is quite funny too: i once met The Original Grump. T'was after Jum'ah at the MCE, and i had my "yashmagh maliki" [red&white terroristic scarf--why maliki, i know not] around my shoulders... We had some garbage in the back of the car, and as Ammiji went on to pick apples I thought I'd be smart and get rid of it. So i tiptoed over to an open garbage-container and dumped it in, going back for the second bag--this guy emerged from underneath his car and tried to get at me for using the container for the one apartment building. The moment I said anything, though, he looked at the scarf and then at me and asked in disgust: do you even speak English? [I was speaking English]. I have no problem with people looking at me strangely when I talk to them in other languages. But when I speak English, I thought I'd be taken as doing so...

But, I digress. After pseudo-polynomial functions for a long time last night, and I finally quit and did other stuff, I was heading towards my pillow...but the shadows the moonlight cast arrested my being, and propelled me outside, where I shivered and looked up for a few minutes. Possibly it might a construction of mine mind, but it seemed to me as though all the world were alive--the stars were literally dancing in their celestial spheres, seeming to move... ['seems', madam? nay; it is: i know not 'seems'--act one scene two] emitting flashes of fire; the moon had a nearly reddish cast to it, and was half-covered by a cloud-bank that existed only for that purpose [the rest of the sky was clear]. I happened to see that the neighbour's lights were on--what in the world are people still doing awake at this hour? they should be asleep and preparing for the morn! i then embarked upon a lengthy mental tirade against all those who do not use the day for wakefulness and the night for sleep, as they were created to be --until i remembered that i too was awake and not asleep.

me: ah...brother farooq. i am a simple man. i like my multiplication; i like my integers. addition too. But when we get into functions and quadratics, I wish I were away. I shall be in happiness when this unit is over.
farooq: [strange look] Hah. man--you've got some problems then: all of the rest of hs math is functions in various forms.
o happy day. ^_^

on that note, i must remember the tape, and to copy out more posters, and i shall see many of you this day, iA.
[Usman can take two steps without anyone holding on to him! he is currently grunting and straining with effort as he pushes his "walker" {a monstrous machine} off the carpet.]