yesterday the combination of fatigue and a plumber who made things worse instead of better made me wish to leave here shortly (60 days instead of 300 days), but a busride to my parents calmed me down (despite the fact that i almost got run over on the way there, in the crosswalk nearest my house. called the driver a fucking cunt which elicited a smile from a dib). showed them the last half hour of history boys (informed pa that he better like it because tony liked it) and the first half hour of temple grandin (claire danes as an autistic savant who improves the lot of cattle on the way to the slaughter). got suitcases up from basement, showing max the basement and he commenting that people could live down there. (jukes/roaches do live down there. that is where i plan to put some books.) the fact is the guilt about leaving israel- mich norm 90, other people 5, israel 5, drives me to tantrum, because tantrum is my replacement for decision.
hamas is shooting people on the west bank, killed four near hebron the other day and mondoweiss has many voices that express satisfaction with that, but other voices that express opposition to that. i put in my bare minimum (i thank you for this post) to ahmed moor the other day. first post in a while.
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