and then our exile

I no longer have any choice. The past week i've done very little schoolwork, spending my time instead with miscellany, reading, and being with Usman, a simulacrum of whom I've finally linked to below. Now, though, I fear for myself: two midterms arriving within the next few days, math...
One thing I greatly dislike about having a mark of 99 in English is the *need* to keep it up. As in, there's a one percent margin allotted, and if I do not make it I have betrayed myself. I'm supposed to choose a poem out of a list to DISSECT and critique totally for the midterm--I think I'll go for Ulysses.

I've promised myself that if I'm still alive on Thursday [after last midterm], I go to SherwoodPark for the morning. Visit people. See Farooq properly for the first time in a long time. And so on. [For some reason, Brother Bilbo has started calling me Pablo. (?)]
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There should be a law against people who keep their highbeamers beaming. but: snowsnow! One more decent fall, and we've got enough for skiing! SWC, await me yet!

I need to remember to ask Tim [for the third time] what's up for the 9th's action against the Apartheid Wall. I think I saw him last night at the MCE, but don't know exactly--didn't have my glasses on, and was devising strategies for how to kidnap Murtada's kufi. Just saw this white face with shoulder-length long hair and a beard. So I suppose I did see him. ^_^ [also: i must remember my Uzbek hat tonight. Zachariya, Abu Hammam and I are starting a Bolshevik cell.]

The Sky Of The City is ajeeb. Last night after taraweeh, it was seriously red. And bright. Came home meaning to retreat to some computer after people were asleep and start a night of work, but instead fell asleep after another section of Fences and Windows. Klein says exactly what I've thought as per the activist community's form and problems. Which reminds me: I must memorize Pilger's New Rulers of the World. A brilliant work; all must read it.

Finally: here is Usman. Some of you see him only at rallies and so on, where he is completely bundled up and looks too much like a vapid. Which is far from the truth. Very. And so, I leave to the lyrics of "Ya Mustafa"...

and oh, right: MERRY HALLOWE'EN. (um.)
Tonight is when I weep for Australian exchange students influenced by certain Elements with nefarious plans to export The Community over to down there. ^_^