In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin. How are you today, my beloved sweetheart? I'm just hanging out here with my cats, and dealing with the mundane as best as I can. ---- is still in heat, and howling her her heart away. There's nothing all that special on the menu from what I'm making. My Mom gave me some of her famous bamboo shoot sweet pickle, and I'm having that for dinner with rice and chicken. I pray you are taking sweet loving care of yourself in my absence, for I wish to be with you always. Please maintain your prayers. I love you, and I need you.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Monday, June 8, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150609
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey, Erin Sweetie. How are you feeling today, my beloved? I saw you in that new Victoria's Secret video, and you are so beautiful. At first I didn't think it was a new video, because you look exactly the same as you did 5 years ago. Oh, it isn't new. Duh. I did like that black outfit you had on at that NY sports thingy. You are so beautiful. But you are so beautiful to me, regardless. Because I love you, and I need you.
Nothing all too special happening today. I slept in this morning (after the dawn prayer, of course) and I also took an afternoon nap, so I had plenty of rest. Alhamdulillah. After Asr, I cut grass. Lunch was plain old chicken nuggets, and for dinner I rolled out 2 tortillas. For the stuffing, I fried up potatoes, onions, peppers and salt, and sliced up some leftover steak. Seems ordinary, doesn't it? Tasted good, though. Alhamdulillah. Maybe after the night prayer, I'll play guitar a little. Or just relax. Alhamdulillah.
Hey, Erin Sweetie. How are you feeling today, my beloved? I saw you in that new Victoria's Secret video, and you are so beautiful. At first I didn't think it was a new video, because you look exactly the same as you did 5 years ago. Oh, it isn't new. Duh. I did like that black outfit you had on at that NY sports thingy. You are so beautiful. But you are so beautiful to me, regardless. Because I love you, and I need you.
Nothing all too special happening today. I slept in this morning (after the dawn prayer, of course) and I also took an afternoon nap, so I had plenty of rest. Alhamdulillah. After Asr, I cut grass. Lunch was plain old chicken nuggets, and for dinner I rolled out 2 tortillas. For the stuffing, I fried up potatoes, onions, peppers and salt, and sliced up some leftover steak. Seems ordinary, doesn't it? Tasted good, though. Alhamdulillah. Maybe after the night prayer, I'll play guitar a little. Or just relax. Alhamdulillah.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150608
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh, you're mad at me? You are not amused? Well, you may be pleased to know that I was immediately punished for my act of posting a photo of hairy cat balls on the Internet. The morning after I blogged, Bobby was strutting around the compound with his chest puffed up and peeing on everything. Oh wait, he always does that. Then he picked a fight with his brother. Then ---- went back in heat, and was screaming all morning. Then while I was cleaning my mother's bedroom, someone dumped a whole pot of cooking oil on my kitchen floor. It was covered, and I thought it was stable enough, but apparently it wasn't. I suspect it was a certain someone wanting revenge for not allowing her to spawn at will.
I was never much of a Joy Division fan. I had all their music on cd a couple of decades ago, and it made me drowsy. I get drowsy anyway listening to music I like and my own music, but I wasn't all that interested in Joy Division. Then a few days ago, I saw a video of them live on BBC's "Something Else". I was totally blown away. The live mix was powerful, and that lead singer was SCARY. Joy Division has been long associated with gothic music, but they didn't look like any goth I had ever known, and I've known quite a few. They looked more like civil servants. You know, the type of people you would meet if you were applying for a business license. The hair, shoes, shirts, neatly creased pants, and no jackets. To me, they were definitely more of a live band than a studio band. I wish I had produced their studio albums, I would have given them a more aggressive sound.
It turns out that Ian Curtis was a full time civil servant before he was a rock star, working with the unemployed and the disabled. When I watched the interviews with his wife and closest friends, I got the impression that he was a resilient, secretive and stubborn man, rather than the whimpering ninny which was his portrayal in the movie "Control". He could have overcome his illness and other problems if it had been his intention. I observe that he wasn't born with epilepsy: he acquired the disease. Which means he was subjected to brain damage, substance abuse, and overwork. I rule out bacterial infection because no other illnesses were mentioned. It could be that he studied the motions of epileptic fits so precisely, that his "Epileptic Dance" was equivalent to a first seizure. And once one has a first seizure, it becomes easier to get more and habitual seizures. If that be correct, it could be that epileptic fits can be doctored with an "out-of-phase" epileptic dance, like a sine wave is neutralized by another sine wave which is out of phase.
Anyway, it seems to me that Ian Curtis was a calculated man with a secret agenda. His sickness became part of his public image as a rock star. It could be that financial success for Joy Division or anybody else associated with Joy Division was never his intention. He probably understood music and mass media well enough to know that Joy Division would have a tremendous influence because of his death. And even when things spun out of control, he stuck with the plan. I see a distinct possibility of a secret agenda of becoming some sort of martyr for the sick, whether his intention was noble or selfish. They could always have dressed up as goths or punk rockers instead of civil servants. But not just that. If this is the case, then his suicide is an injustice. Because the rock star most qualified to champion the sick was murdered by Ian Curtis.
Oh dearest, I'm spewing out a whole lot of crap when I should be saying, "I love you." Erin, please take sweet loving care of yourself. I love you, and I need you.
Oh, you're mad at me? You are not amused? Well, you may be pleased to know that I was immediately punished for my act of posting a photo of hairy cat balls on the Internet. The morning after I blogged, Bobby was strutting around the compound with his chest puffed up and peeing on everything. Oh wait, he always does that. Then he picked a fight with his brother. Then ---- went back in heat, and was screaming all morning. Then while I was cleaning my mother's bedroom, someone dumped a whole pot of cooking oil on my kitchen floor. It was covered, and I thought it was stable enough, but apparently it wasn't. I suspect it was a certain someone wanting revenge for not allowing her to spawn at will.
I was never much of a Joy Division fan. I had all their music on cd a couple of decades ago, and it made me drowsy. I get drowsy anyway listening to music I like and my own music, but I wasn't all that interested in Joy Division. Then a few days ago, I saw a video of them live on BBC's "Something Else". I was totally blown away. The live mix was powerful, and that lead singer was SCARY. Joy Division has been long associated with gothic music, but they didn't look like any goth I had ever known, and I've known quite a few. They looked more like civil servants. You know, the type of people you would meet if you were applying for a business license. The hair, shoes, shirts, neatly creased pants, and no jackets. To me, they were definitely more of a live band than a studio band. I wish I had produced their studio albums, I would have given them a more aggressive sound.
It turns out that Ian Curtis was a full time civil servant before he was a rock star, working with the unemployed and the disabled. When I watched the interviews with his wife and closest friends, I got the impression that he was a resilient, secretive and stubborn man, rather than the whimpering ninny which was his portrayal in the movie "Control". He could have overcome his illness and other problems if it had been his intention. I observe that he wasn't born with epilepsy: he acquired the disease. Which means he was subjected to brain damage, substance abuse, and overwork. I rule out bacterial infection because no other illnesses were mentioned. It could be that he studied the motions of epileptic fits so precisely, that his "Epileptic Dance" was equivalent to a first seizure. And once one has a first seizure, it becomes easier to get more and habitual seizures. If that be correct, it could be that epileptic fits can be doctored with an "out-of-phase" epileptic dance, like a sine wave is neutralized by another sine wave which is out of phase.
Anyway, it seems to me that Ian Curtis was a calculated man with a secret agenda. His sickness became part of his public image as a rock star. It could be that financial success for Joy Division or anybody else associated with Joy Division was never his intention. He probably understood music and mass media well enough to know that Joy Division would have a tremendous influence because of his death. And even when things spun out of control, he stuck with the plan. I see a distinct possibility of a secret agenda of becoming some sort of martyr for the sick, whether his intention was noble or selfish. They could always have dressed up as goths or punk rockers instead of civil servants. But not just that. If this is the case, then his suicide is an injustice. Because the rock star most qualified to champion the sick was murdered by Ian Curtis.
Oh dearest, I'm spewing out a whole lot of crap when I should be saying, "I love you." Erin, please take sweet loving care of yourself. I love you, and I need you.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150607
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, rich girl! Oh, don't worry- I'm not hitting you up for cash. I am your husband inshaAllah, and it is my responsibility to provide for you. I don't want your hard-earned money. Just do me a favor and please buy yourself some nice suits for work, OK? And please try to dress modestly when you're off duty. I love you, and I need you.
I was busy all this morning with my baby mangoes as usual, but I ate too much for lunch. It's my fault! Not only did I make 2 portions, but I wanted to finish off that pea and potato stuffing. I felt too lazy to do anything active after the Asr prayer, so I just lay down in front of the TV, put on the headphones, and listened to music. I took a photo of Bob Cat this morning and I posted it here for you to look at. Isn't he a handsome fellow? He almost looks embarrassed. I had to follow him into the motorcycle cage to get this shot. It's not the best quality- damned low resolution cell phone camera! I also took a photo of his balls. Is it pornography to post a fuzzy photo of hairy cat balls? I don't think it's going to sexually arouse anybody. Certainly not me. I just wanted to amuse my wife. From an animalistic perspective, a cat with big balls is the master of his territory, thus the photo is a statement of his supremacy and warning to other cats who would happen to view this blog. Sorry, I can't post a video of Bobby doing the ball dance. I need someone to hold the camera. When we are married inshaAllah, we can make that our pet project.
Hi there, rich girl! Oh, don't worry- I'm not hitting you up for cash. I am your husband inshaAllah, and it is my responsibility to provide for you. I don't want your hard-earned money. Just do me a favor and please buy yourself some nice suits for work, OK? And please try to dress modestly when you're off duty. I love you, and I need you.
I was busy all this morning with my baby mangoes as usual, but I ate too much for lunch. It's my fault! Not only did I make 2 portions, but I wanted to finish off that pea and potato stuffing. I felt too lazy to do anything active after the Asr prayer, so I just lay down in front of the TV, put on the headphones, and listened to music. I took a photo of Bob Cat this morning and I posted it here for you to look at. Isn't he a handsome fellow? He almost looks embarrassed. I had to follow him into the motorcycle cage to get this shot. It's not the best quality- damned low resolution cell phone camera! I also took a photo of his balls. Is it pornography to post a fuzzy photo of hairy cat balls? I don't think it's going to sexually arouse anybody. Certainly not me. I just wanted to amuse my wife. From an animalistic perspective, a cat with big balls is the master of his territory, thus the photo is a statement of his supremacy and warning to other cats who would happen to view this blog. Sorry, I can't post a video of Bobby doing the ball dance. I need someone to hold the camera. When we are married inshaAllah, we can make that our pet project.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150606
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin Sweetie! How are you feeling, Darling? You must be traveling around as usual, so please make sure you enjoy what you do and please get lots of beauty rest. I woke up early, and have been busy all day. Baby mangoes take a lot of attention, so that's what I did at 7 am. Then I had to go to Friday prayer, and in the evening I went back to stuffing peat pots. But I did have time before sunset to harvest mangoes from that big tree in my front yard. Not harumanis, but tasty enough especially when refrigerated. Ooh, I think I'll have one right now.
Yummy! You want one? I'll slice it up for you! Nice and sweet! Just like you! Ow, I'm sore all over. It's all that physical labor. I finally got around to putting those ear drops in. What a weird feeling. It was odd that my ear cleared up when I left the clinic, before I bought the ear drops. I think I'll start taking it easy right now. Maybe I'll work on your house plan a little. I love you, Erin. And I need you.
Hi Erin Sweetie! How are you feeling, Darling? You must be traveling around as usual, so please make sure you enjoy what you do and please get lots of beauty rest. I woke up early, and have been busy all day. Baby mangoes take a lot of attention, so that's what I did at 7 am. Then I had to go to Friday prayer, and in the evening I went back to stuffing peat pots. But I did have time before sunset to harvest mangoes from that big tree in my front yard. Not harumanis, but tasty enough especially when refrigerated. Ooh, I think I'll have one right now.
Yummy! You want one? I'll slice it up for you! Nice and sweet! Just like you! Ow, I'm sore all over. It's all that physical labor. I finally got around to putting those ear drops in. What a weird feeling. It was odd that my ear cleared up when I left the clinic, before I bought the ear drops. I think I'll start taking it easy right now. Maybe I'll work on your house plan a little. I love you, Erin. And I need you.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150605
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Now for the top story on Cat News: Floofy becomes an indoors cat for good! I took her to the vet this morning for an anti fungal shot and for a contraceptive shot. The anti fungal shot went OK, but there is currently a bureaucracy on the availability on cat contraceptives, so the only one I had available to me at the moment was an oral contraceptive which is effective for only 2 weeks. Now I'm not skilled at making a cat swallow a pill: the pill usually winds up somewhere on the ground five feet away, while I get mauled with a frenzy of claws. I had the option of returning to the vet after scheduling a contraceptive shot, but I'm kind of like a cat in that I hate going to the vet, and I had already gone this morning, so I don't want to go back there unless I absolutely have to. So Floofy is staying indoors for good. Good thing she's a well-behaved cat, and a sweetheart to boot. Let's see what happens when she goes in heat.
I did manage to make hot sauce and fry up some chicken wings for myself last night. I've come with a standard recipe hot sauce, which I duplicated after analyzing a bottled sauce. Cheaper, tastier, fresher, spicier and more plentiful than buying! The curious thing is that my indoor cats loved my chicken wings, while the boys outside didn't touch them (even though they begged for them). I guess they have frogs and snakes to snack on. The menu today wasn't that special. Noodles for lunch, a spicy Thai variety. Mangoes. My pea and potato concoction rolled into a calzone, deep fried for dinner, with my home made hot sauce for dipping. Quite tasty, but normal. I want to buy a fish, but I'm too lazy to process it. I'm still busy with my baby mangoes, but today I had to cut grass. I have a nursery now, so my yard always has to look pro.
All this work makes me look like a workaholic, doesn't it? But I'm not! I'm a lazy butt! I wanna snuggle with my Erin all day and make the love! Erin, I love you and I need you.
Now for the top story on Cat News: Floofy becomes an indoors cat for good! I took her to the vet this morning for an anti fungal shot and for a contraceptive shot. The anti fungal shot went OK, but there is currently a bureaucracy on the availability on cat contraceptives, so the only one I had available to me at the moment was an oral contraceptive which is effective for only 2 weeks. Now I'm not skilled at making a cat swallow a pill: the pill usually winds up somewhere on the ground five feet away, while I get mauled with a frenzy of claws. I had the option of returning to the vet after scheduling a contraceptive shot, but I'm kind of like a cat in that I hate going to the vet, and I had already gone this morning, so I don't want to go back there unless I absolutely have to. So Floofy is staying indoors for good. Good thing she's a well-behaved cat, and a sweetheart to boot. Let's see what happens when she goes in heat.
I did manage to make hot sauce and fry up some chicken wings for myself last night. I've come with a standard recipe hot sauce, which I duplicated after analyzing a bottled sauce. Cheaper, tastier, fresher, spicier and more plentiful than buying! The curious thing is that my indoor cats loved my chicken wings, while the boys outside didn't touch them (even though they begged for them). I guess they have frogs and snakes to snack on. The menu today wasn't that special. Noodles for lunch, a spicy Thai variety. Mangoes. My pea and potato concoction rolled into a calzone, deep fried for dinner, with my home made hot sauce for dipping. Quite tasty, but normal. I want to buy a fish, but I'm too lazy to process it. I'm still busy with my baby mangoes, but today I had to cut grass. I have a nursery now, so my yard always has to look pro.
All this work makes me look like a workaholic, doesn't it? But I'm not! I'm a lazy butt! I wanna snuggle with my Erin all day and make the love! Erin, I love you and I need you.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150604
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
"Loving you is easy because you're beautiful". Sweet Erin, you are certainly beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Because you are MY girl, and I love you very much. I can't sing like Minnie Riperton, though. More accurately, I can't squeal like Minnie Riperton. Those high notes! Reaching those notes (which is impossible for me) would put my voice out of action for at least a day. Would you say that Minnie Riperton is the most feminine singer ever? Well, she can sing very high notes, does that make a singer feminine? Did you know she died of breast cancer? I think she was only 30 years old.
My right ear is plugged up with wax, so I thought I'd go to the government clinic to have them clean it out. But the place was packed with people, and I sat there waiting for almost 2 hours, and I never got to see an intern. I had to go (I'm on a schedule, you know), so I went to the pharmacy and bought some ear drops. But somebody at the clinic gave me the sniffles! **sniffle** It is the rainy season after all. I was able to sing somewhat OK, though. Damn, I left my card there! I stopped at the market, might as well you know. I was pleased to discover there was a stack of chicken wings! So I bought 2 kilos. I'm craving chicken wings, but I might have to put it off and see what these sniffles do to me. **sniffle** Besides, I need to make chicken wing sauce first.
Last night, I never got around to loafing around. I got caught up making chocolate because as you know, I didn't have any snacks so I was drawn to the chocolate. When I left the chocolate last, it still tasted of cooking chocolate so I worked on removing the oil they put in there. My technique worked but not perfectly, because I could still taste that oil even though it's very slight. Plus I put too much milk powder, so it turned out crumbly. Still snappy, but crumbly. Does that make sense? One more treatment should make the chocolate tasty, but now I have too many steps so when I start over again, I'm going to have to remove the oil first before adding other stuff. **sniffle**
You are certainly beautiful, my beloved Erin. But you do me no favors by embracing Islam. You are not the One Who saved my life, and saved my life over and over again. Rather, Allah conferred a favor upon you by guiding you to the faith. While you have intelligence and wisdom in your youth, there is still much you need to accept (not understand) before you truly understand. I love you, and I need you.
"Loving you is easy because you're beautiful". Sweet Erin, you are certainly beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Because you are MY girl, and I love you very much. I can't sing like Minnie Riperton, though. More accurately, I can't squeal like Minnie Riperton. Those high notes! Reaching those notes (which is impossible for me) would put my voice out of action for at least a day. Would you say that Minnie Riperton is the most feminine singer ever? Well, she can sing very high notes, does that make a singer feminine? Did you know she died of breast cancer? I think she was only 30 years old.
My right ear is plugged up with wax, so I thought I'd go to the government clinic to have them clean it out. But the place was packed with people, and I sat there waiting for almost 2 hours, and I never got to see an intern. I had to go (I'm on a schedule, you know), so I went to the pharmacy and bought some ear drops. But somebody at the clinic gave me the sniffles! **sniffle** It is the rainy season after all. I was able to sing somewhat OK, though. Damn, I left my card there! I stopped at the market, might as well you know. I was pleased to discover there was a stack of chicken wings! So I bought 2 kilos. I'm craving chicken wings, but I might have to put it off and see what these sniffles do to me. **sniffle** Besides, I need to make chicken wing sauce first.
Last night, I never got around to loafing around. I got caught up making chocolate because as you know, I didn't have any snacks so I was drawn to the chocolate. When I left the chocolate last, it still tasted of cooking chocolate so I worked on removing the oil they put in there. My technique worked but not perfectly, because I could still taste that oil even though it's very slight. Plus I put too much milk powder, so it turned out crumbly. Still snappy, but crumbly. Does that make sense? One more treatment should make the chocolate tasty, but now I have too many steps so when I start over again, I'm going to have to remove the oil first before adding other stuff. **sniffle**
You are certainly beautiful, my beloved Erin. But you do me no favors by embracing Islam. You are not the One Who saved my life, and saved my life over and over again. Rather, Allah conferred a favor upon you by guiding you to the faith. While you have intelligence and wisdom in your youth, there is still much you need to accept (not understand) before you truly understand. I love you, and I need you.
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