Letter to Erin 20150127

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

Ah, it's almost mango season.  The old mango tree in my front yard is sprouting creamy blossoms on long buddy stems.  A-WOOOOOSH-OOOO
!!!  AH-HISSSH-SHOOOOO!!  **sniffle**  Oh yeah, I get seasonal allergies.  I have to completely drain my sinus cavity, or all that snot ruins my voice.  I'm sun burning easier nowadays more than ever, and sunblock doesn't really work, in fact I may be allergic to it.  It's almost as if God is punishing me for something.

Erin, will you please make an effort to dress modestly?  I understand that you are under contract to work, and I accept that.  I saw your outfit at the Curve party, but worse than exposing too much skin was that the top and bottom of your outfit didn't seem to match, even though they were black.  Perhaps it was because the aspect ratio of the monitor of the computer in the Internet cafe was incorrect.  A shiny sparkley purple jacket with short sleeves would have fixed that.  Your updo was awfully cute, though.  Did you do that yourself?  Well, you are cute.  My love.

For dinner, I had clams.  I didn't intend to buy clams.  I had to make a batch of dough, so I went to the grocery store right before sunset for some flour, and on my way back I stopped by the local night market, and they had clams for sale, so I bought some.  These particular clams were about the size of a penny each, known locally as "Lala".  Imagine shucking a kilo of penny-sized clams.  But it wasn't too difficult.  After heating them up in a covered pot until they gaped wide open, then I poured the lot into a strainer, and kept the broth.  Lala isn't slimy and sticky like other clams, so I grabbed them by the handful and flicked the meat into a bowl.  It did take an hour though, so I had to pray the night prayer before continuing.  Then I sauteed some chopped garlic in butter, poured in some milk plus the clam broth, and brought it to a slow boil.  I added shredded seaweed, and a brick of ramen noodles.  When the noodles were done, I put it all in a large bowl and dumped all the clam meat on top.  Want some?  It's very rich.

I may be able to publish this letter today, but I'm still closed to the local Internet outlets.  Because I chose you as my girl.  But I don't regret the choice, my sweet Erin.  I'm just reminding you that I may not be able to blog regularly until further notice.  Erin I love you, and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20150125

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

Hey there, my Sweetie Erin.  Yesterday I went out to blog my this love letter, but the 3 places I went to closed as soon as I arrived there.  Fame is not a blessing.  I had to do some planning and extra travel to be able to blog today.  I think the problem, and the solution, is that YOU are my girl.  Yeah, I prefer blondes, but YOU are my girl.  This being said, I want you to know that it may be more difficult for me to write, but it won't be for lack of trying, and I possibly might not be as regular as usual.  Wish you were here.  So please stay strong, don't be sad, and know that I will not abandon you inshaAllah.  Erin I love you, and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20150124

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

Hey there, Tough Girl.  Are you a tough girl?  While it's good to be strong, it's more important that you be a good girl.  Shine with goodness and light.  What a beautiful girl you are.  I love you, and I need you.

It's been a hectic week for me, with my getting an average of 5 hours sleep a day.  So this morning after completing the dawn prayer, I woke up at 8:30.  A decent hour, for a change.  I still haven't had much motivation to experiment with food: my mind is working overtime on music and computers.  I finished off the last of my last batch of home made halal beef sausage this morning with a sausage, egg, cheese, and sauteed onion burrito, with a tomato sauce dip.  I took it slow in the kitchen, spending most of the time petting my kittens.  After voice training and after the Asr prayer, I dug up a huge tapioca for my Mom.  About the size of a small pig.  Do you like tapioca?  I don't really care for it myself, but my Mom loves it.  Then I trimmed the bamboo, and watered the plants.  I bought some rice for dinner at one of the village restaurants.  I don't have many places where I eat out, because Allah gave me some knowledge in cooking.  So I prefer my own cooking because I eat what I want with the portions I want, I'm not likely to poison myself,  plus it's cheaper.  Is that conceited?  I think it's practical, especially for me.  For us.

And by the way Erin the Designer, a Muslim home is not to have statues and pictures of celebrities, so as to be representations of idols and the like.  If you have accumulated such items, please unload them before we marry.  Photos of friends and relatives are OK.

Qur'an 20150122

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

39.  God it is that has made you inheritors in the earth.  If then, any do reject, their rejection is against themselves.  Their rejection but adds to the odium for the unbelievers in the sight of their Lord.  Their rejection but adds to undoing.

40.  Say, "Have you seen 'partners' of yours whom you call besides Allah?  Show me what it is they have created in the earth.  Or have they a share in the heavens?"  Or have We given them a Book from which they refer?  No!  The wrongdoers promise each other nothing but delusions.

The Originator of Creation  35:39-40
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Have you seen 'partners' of yours whom you call besides Allah?  Show me what it is they have created in the earth.  Or have they a share in the heavens?

Letter to Erin 20150122

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

Whew.  What a long day.  I'm still updating, programming and troubleshooting.  My Mom gave me a little bit of money, which I used to update the equipment I work with.  Thanks, Mom.  It's not much money, but badly needed.  Today was blistering hot, and full of commute.  I learned to abhor the desert from living in Arizona for 13 or so years.  Gag, I hate hot weather.  I burn easily, so I cover up all my skin if I go outside.  I cover up my mouth too, so I must appear extra menacing.  I loathe commute, too.  I had my fill of travel when I was young, and now that I'm old I don't even want to commute.  Perlis is becoming congested.  Even the back and village roads were congested today, but I did have to drive during rush hour.  Trees don't have to commute, and they survive hundreds of years.  Coral and sea anemones don't commute, either.  Neither do clownfish.

I apologize for bitching.  While you are still young and enjoy the experience, please do all the traveling you desire before we marry inshaAllah.  For after we marry, we will stay in one place and raise a family.  OK?  I want to make you happy, and I want you to be happy with me.  I love you Erin, and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20150120

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

Hey there Erin, my dearest wife inshaAllah.  How are you feeling today, my beloved?  How's life at the top?  I warned you it would be lonely.  But I am your husband inshaAllah, I will marry you, and help protect you. I love you, and I need you.  So please be patient, and pray.  I just updated my computer, so I have been busy programming and troubleshooting.  Then on Monday evening, I had to do some grass cutting.  This hot weather gives me a headache, and chaps my lips.  Then little ---- acquired a fever somehow, even though she's indoors all the time.  She was listless and wobbly, so I gave her some fever reducer, and she seems to be doing better and eating again.

How is your gang, by the way?  Are you and your friends getting used to Model Global Conflict?  Is somebody getting a fever over it?  Well, business is business, and the skeptics are finding out that it costs money to be skeptical.  Don't forget who you are and what your role is in this brouhaha: you are MY girl.  Mine, mine, MINE.  I will distract them away from you inshaAllah.  But don't justify yourselves.  Allah knows best who it is that guards against evil.

Letter to Erin 20150117

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

Hello my most beloved darling Erin.  How are you feeling today, scrumptious?  Right now, I'm watching the Jerry Springer show: "It's Not My Baby".  But don't you go sighing over people whose evil conduct seems pleasing to them.  God knows what is in their hearts.  You do know I have my own TV station.  I don't enjoy other people's programming.  The computer chooses whatever it is I watch at a time, and if I don't like it then I skip to the next show.  The randomizer in my media player does a great job of choosing the right show, so in essence, God is my program director.

So I woke up this morning at 8am, fed the cats, cleaned out the cat box, swept and mopped my bedroom, then cooked up some chicken broth with the bones left over from deboning the chicken breast I bought the other day.  After I was done, I gave the bones to my kitties.  Mucho mas snackipoo-o's.  All my cats slept the afternoon away.  I spent the evening pruning the mango tree and the growth on my fence in front of my house.  Heh... I let that go for many years, but now there's a clear view.  I need a chainsaw.  For dinner, I made a couple of calzones, one for you and one for me.  Actually, I ate them both.  I'm sure you know what a calzone is even though Google doesn't, but I'll explain for other people.  A calzone is like a folded over pizza.  I roll out the dough, lay some sausage and cheese on it, then fold it over and pinch the edges.  You can bake it if you want, but I deep fry it because it's faster.  Usually I put sauce inside, but this time I didn't.  I used the sauce for dipping instead.  I'm sorry I ate your calzone.  Wish you were here.  I love you, and I need you.