Letter to Erin 20150329

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

OK Sweetie, do you have your big fat headphones on?  Suppose someone comes up to you blabbing something that you don't want to listen to (not me, I hope).  Squint at them like you can't hear them, and say "Ha?"  Don't take your headphones off!  So they repeat themselves, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc."  Pretend like you're turning the volume down, squint at them again, and say "Ha?"  So they repeat themselves again, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc."  This time, take the headphones off, squint at them again and say "Ha?"  If they haven't given up by now, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc." then tell them, "My husband won't allow me to listen to people who say things that mess with my emotions.  If you have an problem with that, then go discuss it with him."

I wish I were with you to distract them, but today I had to do some shopping (plus we're not married yet).  I bought a lot of cat food, a fresh tank of cooking gas, and some new lights for my little house.  Advice to consumers!  Don't buy LED lights that are housed with rechargeable batteries!  The LED bulbs will last 50 times longer than the battery, and you will have to throw the whole thing away when the battery dies, because it won't work unless you unplug it from the wall socket!

I find that the best way to drown out the crowd is to lock myself up in my house and just do the things I enjoy, like cooking, playing with computers, playing music, etc.  Again I wish I were with you to distract them, but since we're not married yet, I want you to know that I love you deeply, so please take sweet loving care of yourself and your precious heart.  I love you, and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20150328

Erin, I can't find any cocoa butter in this town.  Maybe I'm not looking hard enough, but it's looking like I'm going to have to flavor chocolate that's already been flavored.  Which means that I'm not going to have a consistent recipe for chocolate, unless I buy a high-end name brand every time.  Well, not at this time, so I bought some generic cooking chocolate, and I'm going to flavor that.  I notice that in mousse recipes, they add and manipulate flavor anyway, so I guess the bottom line is a great tasting chocolate mousse no matter which direction you get it.  But first, a chocolate bar.

So you like Mexican food?  For lunch, I cooked up some chicken breast in teriyaki sauce and margarine, then sliced it up, made a big fat tortilla, then rolled up the sliced chicken with home made mayo, black pepper, local greens, diced tomato, and sliced onions into a burrito.  I suppose you can't call it a burrito if it doesn't have beans and ground beef.  So let's call it a wrap.  I've discovered that chicken tastes better cooked in margarine over butter.  If you're not into big fat home made tortillas, then they've been selling Mission tortillas at some local stores if you're hankering for the taste of Americana Mexicana.  Or we can just go to McDonald's for a Big Mac.

People just don't truly appreciate how sensitive and caring you are.  And you're such a sweetheart, you actually care and listen to what they have to say.  Poor Erin.  My poor, dearest Erin.  Don't pay so much attention to them, or even bother looking for what they have to say about you.  You know those big fat headphones you have?  You need to start wearing them all the time to drown out those fungus infected voices.  Floofy's getting a fungus infection at the tips of her ears too, and I'm going to have to take her to the vet again for another shot.  But Erin, don't listen so much to them, OK?  Just say "Ha?" to them.  Be oblivious, take good care of yourself and your heart, I want to take good loving care of you.  Because I love you, and I need you.

Qur'an 20150328

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

66.  Say, "I am forbidden to invoke those whom you invoke besides Allah, seeing that the Clear Signs have come to me from my Lord, and I have been commanded to to bow to the Lord of the Worlds."

Forgiver 40:66
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I am forbidden to invoke those whom you invoke besides Allah, seeing that the Clear Signs have come to me from my Lord, and I have been commanded to to bow to the Lord of the Worlds."

Letter to Erin 20150327

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

Hello Sweetheart.  They asked you an interesting question whe you were on #Redes: "Did the guys who painted you, did they get paid?"  It's not just that the women who did the work got paid, it's that they didn't know if they were men or women, so that didn't really matter to them.  It's the having to work for free is such a common expectation.  Also, I don't recall rooting for anyone during the last soccer World Cup.  I'm not a sports fan.  I'm a sports wife (so to speak), so I root for my wife's team.  I remember saying a cheer for Germany after game over, but you know why.  It may seem that I listen to every word you say, but that's not so.  But I love you so much, and it is all I have, because I live in a bubble.  A delusion that I'm some sort of Rock Star.  An adolescent fantasy world.  Please forgive me for my faults.

I would totally admit that I'm not the best drummer in the world.  My feet are smashed: they grew a whole 2 sizes since I quit the pizza job, and my bad feet puts me at a great disadvantage as a drummer.  But I have my own style, my own point of view of the drums, which I don't see anyone else grasping.  Which can be said of my music in general: I'm great at playing my own music.  I've observed that drummers are the most superstitious of all the musicians.  You must have noticed how many cults and magic use drums in their ceremonies.  The connection to blood is obvious, because drums were used at the front of most armies, including the fabulous Muslim army.  In Islam, as far as I understand, the drum was used to announce the prayers before the human voice became the norm.  So there is definitely some sort of supernatural image of the drum.  Certainly the little antique snare drum I just acquired doesn't predate the Nanking Massacre, but it is a drum made by a Japanese company, made in Japan when it's not supposed to be.  Even the serial number is weird: JN

You must be having a hectic time right now as you at on top of the world, so I ask you to please take time to slow down and rest your precious heart.  I'm sure it's a lot of fun, but things have to be mundane in order to raise a family.  I believe stress doesn't make children stronger: it destroys them.  How would you have felt if your parents were always jetting around and partying when you were small?  So please be ready to slam on the brakes when we marry inshaAllah.  Rehearse slamming on the brakes.  I want you to be happy, and happy with me.  Please forgive me for my faults.  I love you, and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20150326

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

Hey there, Precious Gorgeous!  You must be a busy, busy girl right now.  Hang on to your heart, Sweetie.  Your precious heart.  Please make sure you put aside some down time for yourself to rest your precious heart.  Be lazy.  Watch TV.  Take a nap.  Eat snacks.  I saw that Mexican thingy you did, you know the one where they announced your SI issues sold out.  Congratulations!  You are so beautiful.  I love you, and I need you.

Today I ate out all day.  I had roti canai (India style greasy flat bread) in the morning, rice vermicelli soup for lunch, and fried noodles for dinner.  I have never done that before, never in my life in fact.  Wait, that's not true: I remember being on tour, and eating nothing but restaurant and convenience store food.  Today was a busy day for me.  It centered mostly around an antique snare drum, an out of production Yamaha marching snare, I think it's at least 12 years old, most likely older.  It's made in Japan: most Yamaha stuff nowadays are made in China.  All modern drummers center their kits and lives around the snare and bass drum, and nowadays even composers and machines think only "kick and snare".  Boom chuck, boom chuck.  I love a good bass drum, but to me the snare drum is a lesser drum, perhaps the lowest drum, probably not even necessary in my kit.  I can just hit a rack tom for "chuck".  Who cares, anyway?  Well today, many people across the country were getting emotional over this old snare drum.  I have to admit that I like this drum, so I put in the work and money to acquire it.  I used to play this drum when I was a drum teacher about 5 years ago, and it's still in tune from then, the same tuning I gave it, even though it's covered in dust and cobwebs.  This will probably be the last snare drum I will ever own.  I also got limited Internet access at home- the cheapest plan possible!  It will help me cut back on dangerous commute.  I'm sorry but it's not good enough for video conferencing, and I'm still too broke to get you a ring.  Please forgive me for my faults.   At least you may expect to hear from me everyday.  InshaAllah.

Letter to Erin 20150324

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

It's almost mango season.  Last season, there were so many seedlings that I decided to save and nurse them, perhaps someone would want them.  I spoke to a pro, and he said I needed to "marry" them to a mature mango of the same type, so they would acquire the strengths of the mature tree and bear fruit sooner.  The type that grows in my yard is Harumanis.  I recalled some methods of making hybrid mangoes from biology class in high school, so I decided to "marry" them to the mother tree, which is big and strong.  They're plants, so don't say "ew".  But my methods failed, because the shoots didn't bond to the seedlings, and they dried up and died.  So I watched a video on the proper method, then redid all of them, hopefully the roots aren't dead yet.  Then Bob Cat attacked one of them, and I discovered that I hadn't secured the bond properly.  The cat fancies himself a farmer.  Well, I hope I will raise good hybrids inshaAllah, with the help of Bobby-Wobby the mango farmer.  It looks like there will be hundreds more seedlings this year.

I have 3 female cats that live indoors, and they will probably spend their entire lives inside the house.  Their names are ----, ----, and -------.  They are definitely at the age where they should be going in heat.  I've been preparing myself for the potential racket, but they haven't begun howling in earnest yet, which is odd to me.  Mama cat Floofy has been spending more time indoors with them.  Perhaps that has something to do with it, I don't know.  Perhaps it's because they have each other.  One thing is for certain, that a cat in heat will do her howling right at my bedroom door.  It's one of those certainties in life.  Like death and taxes.

How are you doing, my dearest heart?  My beautiful Erin.  I pray you are feeling healthy and happy, and learning how to relax.  I'm obviously in a better mood than last time.  When I start to meow, then you know my mood is getting better.  I want you to know that I love you with all my heart.  I love you, and I need you.

Letter to Erin 20150322

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

I will be the first to admit that this music that Allah gave me can be powerful and dangerous.  This is because mashaAllah, I channel the voices of the dead.  But I have mentioned this over and over again over the decades past, and I am oppressed by poverty, ridiculed because of my religion, the music and my poverty, and have had my life hanging as a result.  SO WHAT?  Everybody needs money.  Everyone has to fight to succeed.  And as far as human lives are concerned, there are people here flushing newborn babies down the toilet on a perhaps daily basis.  Yeah, I know all that, but this power of music is not my power but the power of Allah.  I'm just the vessel of this music, and I can't help the ghosts, the bitterness, and the death that permeate my aura.  What would I do if I get money, anyhow?  Become bloated and obese?  Gamble?  Party?  Buy a football team?  No, I would get married, do my Hajj, and acquire the tools to create music while I still can.  At times dark and supernatural music.  InshaAllah.  But why should I need this world?  Allah knows my mission, and that it interferes with the Pharaoh's routine: I'm not here to be a prophet, I'm not here to be a king, and I don't need to explain myself to this world.  But perhaps my wife would like to hear some of the details.

By the way Erin, there has been noticably less garbage resulting out of your search string.  But there is still some trash.  More organized and produced trash, but trash nonetheless.  Trash that I do not desire to consume.  Please esteem yourself with dignity in all your social interactions, be better than me at least.  Please maintain your chastity, piety, and integrity.  I want you to know that I have faith in your goodness. so please avoid being quarrelsome about this matter.  I love you, and I need you.