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and then our exile

Thursday, May 27, 2004 at 8:06 a.m.

Noor: "i'll miss you. In Syria things are different...you won't be able to turn on the radio and hear Mister Richardson any more."

Wuddistan is growing together from its "construction site" state, but it is dusty work. Planting, clearing, cutting, hauling. The maydays, saskatoons--all wish upon bloom. Mosquitoes too. Blundered with something that should've been a secret, took another Quantum Leap in timing.

This's been kicking around for a while. My turn.
-if you call me Basit, you are most likely a friend-acquaintance-teacher-randomperson.
-if you call me Wuddy or Amir-Sahib during times warm and fuzzy, you are most likely of familyness.
-if you call me Basito, you're a leftover from grade six, either Caito, Samirio, or King Thomas of Greenwood.
-if you used to call me AbdulBasit, you are either Huud or Emad, and i keep on meaning to contact you. :(
-if you think my name *is* AbdulBasit, you are most likely an Arab.
-if you have been known to term me a Mountain Goat, you are a Fish-Eating Iron Fist, cordially known as Mr.University^(tm).
-if you call me Che Guevara, you are [MotorcycleMike] and enjoy climbing buildings.
-if you call me Pablo One-Hair, you are [Brother Bilbo-become-Cairene] and need to email me because cutting your ties with a fellow Muslim for more than three days is HARAM. (um.) And the other day i wanted to talk to you but realized you were whoa far awae. :@
-if you call me Stephen Harper, you are [Belinda Stronach] and aw, what a c*t**, and you owe me lots of things. hee. poke.
-if you have dubbed me the *Battle Rabbi*, you are the [indefatigable Stephen Beckman].
-if i am MyFundamentalistFriend, you are JohnM and must be retrieved from atheism.
-if you call me Baseet, Bosseet, Bazeet, Baesit, Baeseet, Bassett, Bossid, or any derivative of the above, you need to contact me right awae so i can set you straight. For the record, it's /ba/ as in /barn/ and /sit/ as in /seen to the kathra to the ta/. Yeah.

i can't think of any more. Only news@later: people are for missing and memories are timeless. In three months no longer can i lie on warm grass with mayday petals on my nose = photo op. i'm boycotting the world till we get back from Saskatoon. Goodbye. Du'a.

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