and then our exile

I sit at Farooq's computer, initiated into the dual secrets of high speed internet and sami yusuf's "al-mu'allim"--i'm listening to "the cave of hira" at the moment. Good stuff.

Anyways. Ostensibly to enter the world of Functions, i spend the morning here talking and watching the Muslim comedian at ISNA.

I have always believed [it's one of those 3rd-world old-school things] that to simply show up at someone's door unannounced when they are possibly eating bread and jam in their pajamas [Someone is an expert drinker] is akin to rude-ity. I might not appreciate that myself. Which is why I question my own doings. The drop-in of this morning does not count, really, though: Telus is to blame. You hear? Telus. So, boo to Telus. But, as with Catholicism, by announcing my sin here on this e-domain, i exonerate myself from any such.

And now, Farooq is back. I continue at a later time. Wasalam.