It only just struck me within the last few hours that I intend to read Germinal by Zola in the month of Prairial. I don’t know how I feel about that. Missed opportunities and a life. On better news, I find myself accomodating very nicely to nomadism, as I am now on my third week of homelessness, calling only a friend’s futon my nightly respite. I like themes, so I developed an interest in Isabelle Eberhardt, long overdue.
I’m now sitting on the futon thinking about Shaykh al-’Akbar and listening to Electrelane, facing a cat and downloading some Rob Zombie. Before this, I was watching An Introduction to Scientology, L. Ron Hubbard’s only, badly-colored filmed interview. Favorite quote:
“I have studied 21 primitive races. Including the White race.”
Oh, Lafayette. I’m hungry, and very much at ease. I’ve been upping my reading, as I’m preparing for what will most likely turn into my beginning the “admission” process into Ismailism. On the subject, I found a good blog recently which led me to Qiyamat Now!, an anthology of a zine by the same name and another titled From Alamut, both shamelessly syncretist and mixing Orthodox Moorish Science, Akbari Sufism, Gnosticism, Buddhism of various persuasions, all talking about the `Iid al-Qiyamat and Nizari Ismailism in general. I’m reconciling my Zen and Sufi inclinations, slowly. After all, If Imam `Ali isn’t the 10th Avatar after Sri Buddh, then who is?
I’m finally back in Texas, wandering the streets of Lewisville like I always do. I’ve been doing quite a bit of adventuring this weekend, thanks to an unexpected bout of homelessness, which is always welcome.
I don’t have much time to write a long post, since I’m on my way out to a Radiohead show today, very exciting, very exciting stuff:
So I’ll see you all later.
Also- I’ve been getting much fewer (much fewer!) hits lately, so please “step it up,” “get on it,” “get on the ball,” &c. &c.
As inspiration, here’s a gratuitous picture of J.P. Morgan, that absolute douche:
Today is the last day of my first year of college. Tomorrow *afternoon, I’m leaving New York City for the summer. Man oh man, it’s a little strange. Time passes by so quickly, you know and so on…
In any case, I still have one night left and then I’m gone. I can’t wait for the scorching Texas heat, you don’t even know. So if we’ve spent this year being away from each other, and are now coming back to dear old Lewisville, let’s make a point to enjoy the summer now that we’ve had our share of the ignominies of academic responsibility. ¿Vale?
And for everyone I met this year at Columbia and around the city, and with whom I had a chance to share something:
Què som?, Em pregunten una setmana o un any després,
¿Formigues, abelles, xifres equivocades
en la gran sopa podrida de l'atzar?
Som éssers humans, fill meu, gairebé ocells,
herois públics i secrets.
The Team is Real: beetx: step one: Wear the button when you’re at work. Hook people up (discounts, freebies, extras, etc.) step two: Wear the button when you go out. Get hooked up. Remember to ask your teammates where they work. step three: Build the team. Talk to your friends and trusted co-workers. The more people on the team, the better.
