everybody loves to see
justice done - on somebody else
music is an insidious beast, i had not listened to 'inner city front' for years and last morning found i still remembered the lyrics to most of the tracks. cockburn moved from beautiful folk guitar in the 70s to angrier, more synthesized things, and now is back to instrumentals, it seems.
somewhere the horror must end, life and the world made of grim pieces. read chavez at the UN - my father quotes him in his last 'quantum note', ends with "thank you, hugo chavez...may the hand of the assassin never reach you." and the facts: our ways of life, were the billions of the dispossessed to adopt them, would destroy the world - that there is enough food, for example, to feed humanity, but people yet die of hunger. scales are weighted, in the upcoming issue of the journal seyyed hossein nasr speaks of the environment as /the/ most pressing point, all else is secondary.
on our way to the Qur'an dars (class.) at the MCE saturday, my sister and i stopped by the EC*WAR rally for a few minutes, just in time to see hamza arrested. it was a depressing event, how disorganized groups can be.
head-gear a form of art, if approached correctly. i have taken to experimentation in public, yesterday was a piece of brown cloth wrapped biblically. "does this, um, represent anything?" murtada asked outside the timms centre.
"it represents hope, dignity, freedom, perseverence."
i was glad he did not ask what hope means, or dignity, or perseverence.
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usman turned three a few days ago. he is so small but has his own personality, he is multi-faceted and internally consistent/coherent, he is beautiful even when wailing, so make du'a for him. he is crouching under the birch tree on the left, in the early days of my return, before the farewell march had again begun.
leaves on the birch and cottonwoods shown have by now of course yellowed and fallen, grass has streaks of brown, the colours of the world are toning as one.
