and then our exile

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