Letter to Julia 20141018

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

I had to give little Bat Cat a solid jab with my big toe this morning.  I didn't kick him, I just jabbed him with my big toe.  I was trying to mop the kitchen floor, and he wanted to play the pee game with me.  Not on my kitchen floor!!  But even after I shoved him away with my big toe, he persisted on playing the pee game.  Batty, currently in his 3rd life, is always the first to get into mischief.  So I slopped the mop real close to him.  Then of course the other kittens joined the pee game.  This is the first time I used physical punishment with my kittens, and I felt bad about it.  But I didn't kick him, I just jabbed him with my big toe.  I'm glad all those fleas are gone, though.  What use is a kitten if it can't be snuggled?

You are probably much better at being nice to the youngsters, and others in general, than me, that's why you're the better half.  I hate young boys but I have to be nice to them, and of course I have to make an extra effort with my own kids.  So I'm glad you're so sweet to others, because you make up for me.  The Prophet (peace be on him) became nicer and sweeter to others as he aged, no matter what happened to him.  Even to his enemies.  God had to command him to fight.  I guess we need to be like that.  I glad you're already like that.  I love you, I love you.  And I need you, I need you.

Qur'an 20141018

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

213.  So call not on any other god with Allah, or you will be among those under the Penalty.

214.  And admonish your nearest kinsmen.

215.  And lower your wing to the believers who follow you.

216.  Then if they disobey you say, "I am free from what you do!"

217.  And put your trust on the Exalted in Might, the Merciful.

The Poets 26:213-217
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Letter to Julia 20141017

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello there, my dearest wives, Julia and Erin.  How was your week?  How are you feeling?  I pray that you are both feeling great, healthy and confident.  I couldn't be as isolated as I wanted, because there was always something to do, plus I had to go shopping.  I have a lot of beef in my cooler, but one can't just eat steak all the time.  The grass cutter was out, so I changed the spark plug.  I couldn't cut grass all that while, so I did some burning instead at Casa de Julia inshaAllah.  There were more felled trees there than I anticipated, plus I have to chop down more.  This morning I made a batch of dough, and it looks like beef and potato curry is coming up soon.  I made some Korean style pickled beef and it's marinading in the cooler.  It takes 2 weeks to be ready.  I try to stay within budget, but there's always some some of need or mundane crisis.  The flea shampoo I bought is bunk and my kittens were getting overwhelmed with fleas, so I had to buy the drop type of medication.  I'm out of eggs and onions but I can't spend again until next Tuesday, so I'm going to have to make my noodles with something else.

Death, blood and misery may be great and more entertaining for the crowd, but I find the mundane to be much more romantic.  I wish you were here with me to share my isolation.  I want the wealth to give you a good married life and buy musical instruments, but I'm trying to live a spiritual life, and that can't be done by being wholly materialistic.  I have to trust in Allah to supply me the material things I need while I work my spiritual agenda of pleasing Allah with music.  InshaAllah, I will also be given protection and happiness.  We as a family must keep our hearts free from the corruption of materialism, because it's so important to show that it can be done.  Islam doesn't forbid being wealthy, but wealth must handled with righteousness.  Like in the movie "Wall Street" was said, "Money makes you do things you don't want to do."  This may sound like an excuse to you, but it's not.  It's a different reality.

I have faith that Allah will help us and improve our condition.  Do you?  I want to give you the best and happiest married life, because I love you, I love you.  And I need you, I need you.  Please join me in Islam.

Letter to Julia 2014111

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

It's almost November.  You know Julia, the choice is yours.  I've already made my choice, my decision.  My decision is you, and now I must stick to my choice.  We are not in the same position.  I love you terribly, but I must stick to my guns, be a man so to speak, and be sure I can give you the best married life, so I cannot force you to marry into my poverty.  I would wait for you no matter how old you get, so I don't want you to be concerned about my loyalty.  But you have sight and intelligence, so you know that.

That being said, I want you to marry me NOW, Julia.  Come and knock on my door, meet me face to face, and NOW will begin.  If you agree to marry me NOW as opposed to waiting until I have sufficient wealth, then you submit to my agenda of building a tourist attraction here, suffering the same living conditions as me, and being my wife.  May Allah reward you for your sacrifice.  Sounds reckless, huh?  I'm an all-out abandon kind of guy.  But it's not so bad.  I have a roof over my head even though I sleep on the floor, the music is powerful mashaAllah so our living conditions will improve inshaAllah, and I'm confident that at least I can feed you well.  Dinner tonight is eggplant stuffed with steak and tofu, so come on over.  Julia, I love you.  And I need you.

Hi Erin.  I love you too.  And I need you.  This is my week of isolation, so you won't here from me again for another week.

Letter to Julia 2014109

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

My kittens were getting too fat, so I decided to cut back on their food, and set 2 feeding times: once at dawn, and again at 4 pm.  Another big reason I did so is because my mop, the litter box and I couldn't keep up with them.  Plus, they seemed to have tummy problems.  It seems to be working.  The poop looks nice and dark and solid, and there's a lot less of it too.  Now, nothing kills the scent of poopy scents like bleach water, but the little brats have identified bleach with toilet, and now wherever I mop is a place for them to potty.  They like to play pee games: whenever I mop, they instantly come over to pee.  As a gang.  One at a time.  So I have to mop 5 times at a time.

I've been really into tofu lately, and it's healthy food, too.  It's great for making stuffing for my won tons.  For dinner, it's shredded steak sprinkled over a block of soft tofu swimming in eggplant hummus, to enjoy with a big, fat loaf of flat bread.  You must join me for dinner.

Erin, I hate to say this because I don't want to hurt your feelings, but please do not get any plastic surgery.  Please stop and stay where you are, and age naturally and gracefully.  You are so beautiful, so please don't change.  You too, Julia.  You are so beautiful.  Please don't change.  I love you, I love you.  And I need you, I need you.

Letter to Julia 2014108

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello my most beautiful Julia and Erin.  How are you feeling, you wonderful, wonderful women?  Oh dear, it's October already.  How time flies.  I didn't date that last letter properly.  Sigh.  I'm feeling quite tired right now.  I just got done playing guitar, and before that I spent the evening cutting grass around Casa de Julia inshaAllah.  It had been raining every day again, at times very heavily.  But the water seems to drain off quickly.  Quicker than it did 5 years ago.  I still have a lot of grass cutting to do, then I can start breaking down that tree I chopped down.  I spent the whole morning in the kitchen, just doing prep work.  I made dough, then my sardine dip, I received some beef so I portioned that out, then I made my lunch, which was noodles.  For dinner, it was bread and steak.  I'm tired.  I'm going to relax and watch TV.  I pray you both are feeling great, and taking and having it easy.  I love you, I love you.  And I need you, I need you.

Letter to Julia 20141006

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

The world is a small town.  No, I'm not making a reference to the kampung I'm living in, nor am I making a statement about how modern travel and communications have made the world smaller.  I'm actually talking about the fractal nature of oppression.  I'm not in a particularly strange mood.  I just happened to watch TV, and "Fractals and the Art of Roughness" was followed by the Kennedy assassination, while I was studying about the Pharoah in the Qur'an.

You've heard of the expression, "big fish in a small pond", right?  So if many small ponds joined together, there would still be only one big fish, or one dominant fish.  This is basic politics, but let's not talk about fair or ideal politics.  Pharoah would resort to anything to maintain power, and would eliminate the strong who would oppose him, and also the creative, because the creative would find a way to attain power.  This is what I'm talking about: not the structure of oppression, but the structure of the actions of oppression.

Since the strong and the creative are eliminated, what's left is the same old Pharoah, using the same techniques over and over again.  And so would his minions use the same methods over and over again.  For example, any thug can put on a black sheet up to the covering of his face, and be in a video of an execution.  This is the same action as producing the video, and financing the video, except that the higher ranking officers wouldn't bother getting their hands dirty.  Smaller sprigs of the same cauliflower blossom, of many blossoms before.  It means that they are not who they say they are, or what they claim they represent.  Why, do you think they would be honest with you?  What's the likelihood of that?  The point is that reality shows have been on for a very long time already, probably hundreds or thousands of years, using the same old dirty tricks.  Scripted reality.

Me?  I am a servant of Allah.  I serve Allah, and I have no more power than what Allah grants me.  Allah is the Power.  If I had any real power, then I would already be able to finance our marriage.  But Allah is the Most Superior in Planning and Resources.  No One can put on a show like Allah.  I put my trust in Allah.  Allah can make their plans backfire.  And even though one Pharoah is replaced by another, I also have faith in Judgement Day.

I'm sorry about this odd love letter.  You are my wives, and I love you, I love you with all my heart.  And I need you, I need you.  Please take gentle loving care of yourselves in my absence, and please maintain your prayers.