A few hours on. Sunlight pouring through etheric metaphor.We've been back from Saskatoon for nearly two weeks, and thinking further, there's nothing especial about the city--it's but by virtue of association, romanticized pedestalizing. When i say Saskatoon, i'm ignoring the fact it's fast become an outpost of big-box capitalism. The summer "reunion" involves much sitting in circles on lawn chairs and asking the same questions to different people, uttering vapid platitudes, and generally having a good time.
Yesterday i watched a vehicle parked by the Farmer's Market get a ticket: it made me feel sad. The parking meter had run out of money. Should've sacrificed a $ of own, but by the time i thought of it was too late.
Two last things--first, go [here] to find out how you should vote. Also, i notice [the Grande Vizier] lists me under "virtuous enemies", which is a ha!: i find my views run perpendicular to his on nearly everything (for example, he'd call Naik Muhammad a terrorist.), which is a headache, but so long as there is space for Rrrrobbie Burns... Also go visit [Umar Sh*aib]--i think he's lonely.
Tonight is the qiyam at the MCE. Muslim fundamentalism in das Haus, everybody.
(ps: mangoes. mangoes mangoes mangoes. from bakistan. seriously. from tee dot oh dot. mango-beauty. is all.)
