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and then our exile

Tuesday, December 02, 2003 at 10:47 p.m.

One of those those days when you don't have enough money to go where you want to go because you emptied your own wallet in parking moneys and so you give up and spend your time wandering around a foreign campus until you know relatively where many things are and watching people and then spend hours upon hours reading polisci texts and perusing the general fiction corners in the campus bookstore, and then leave the place and turn the corner and boom!! run into an interac ABM wherefrom you get enough money but then find a clock and it turns out to be too late in the day to try anything so you spend some more time in the MacEwan Student Centre until you run over to the Nickle Arts Museum but are too late to catch anything except the last question in your father's lecture. Also I was host to a sore_throat, and so slept most of the way home.

Wuddistan is beautiful, though. TabarakAllahu Ahsanul-Khaliqeen.

LC will laugh, but the book(s) I read this morning included The Outsider, by--well, by Camus. Shruggle. Just getting ready for Algeria at HSMUN, that's all. :-/

But: yesterday spent many hours with Darcy & Lisa and their children. Kennedy stayed home from school to see us, actually, which made me feel honoured.
Then over to the hotel and later to the Nickel Arts Museum--an hour, at least, just wandering around & examining the art displays. A beautiful one by Catherine(?) Hurndall (?) in pen and ink with poetry and intertwining shapes and palaces and tree-roots. I spent much of the time of Babaji's lecture walking around with Usman, that he not make a Loud Noise To Drown Out The Microphone. Very few people showed up, and that was sad.
In general, I mislike the U of C, and Calgary in general--the U doesn't seem to be as ... vibrant(?) as that of Edmonton (in the sense of numbers of people around.), though that might just be because of finals next week. And Calgary in general--too big, too crowded, too monotonous, too much the same, too much grey, too much cars, too much big-box stores, too much too much too too too!
Okay, I should sleep.