Saturday, July 23, 2016

I AM YOUR VOICE


I am your voice.
Believe me.
I will tell you this.
I am a great businessman.
I make great deals.
I am your voice.
Believe me.
I will build a great wall.
Believe me.
I will be the law and order president.
I am your voice.
Believe me.
Believe me.
Believe me.
Believe me.
Believe me.
Believe me.
Believe me.
(Someone, please turn the off switch on my back.)




IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES

Saturday, July 16, 2016

DON'T USE MY BRAIN TO GET HIGH




https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/07/16/robbery-suspect-kept-stolen-brain-beneath-porch-and-used-it-to-get-high-police-say/




While authorities may have encountered formaldehyde-laced marijuana, using a dead person’s brain for drug purposes shocked some investigators.

In the heyday---or I should say Mary Jane's day (or grassday) of my pot-smoking life---the last thing that I wanted to do is to spray anything on the marijuana that I smoked.

The thought never crossed my mind.

In fact, very little crossed my mind when I was stoned.

I was aware that the government was spraying herbicides on marijuana fields, but again, I didn't think about that when I was getting high.

The peculiar news story above really got my attention.

Someone had been using a human brain to get high?

Wow!

How?

It was strange just that there was another person's brain in someone's house.

Forget that the brain was being used to get high.

Of course, as it turned out, it was other things in the brain that were being used to get high, not the brain itself.

It (the brain) even had a name: 'Freddy'.”

I thought that my own mind would be blown away, or at least become high from this news story.

No such luck.

The defendant related that he knew it was illegal to have the brain and that he and (another man) would spray the embalming fluid on ‘weed’ to get high,” Trooper John Boardman, an investigator involved in the case, wrote in court documents cited by the AP.

It made me a little sick.

One more thing that was kind of strange and amusing was the offense that was cited:

...misdemeanor abuse of a corpse and conspiracy to commit abuse of a corpse.”

Wow!

Even our dead bodies have rights!

One more thing is I wish that the news story had been written like this:

At this point now, we’re just trying to figure out where it came from,Pennsylvania state trooper Bob Hicks said. 
We’re hoping that if anyone feels like they’re missing their brain, bring it to our attention and maybe we could return it to the rightful owner.”




IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES








Monday, July 11, 2016

ZOROASTER AND THE CUTTING BOARD




One time I went to buy myself a cutting board. 
It wasn't easy like here in the U.S. where we just go to our local retail store.
Instead, I needed to visit a carpenter. 
When I found one, I used my "survival Farsi" and told a bearded carpenter what I wanted. 
I used strange (but I hoped understandable) gesticulations to describe what I wanted. 
I believe that my gestures said more than my use of the local language. 
The bearded carpenter acknowledged that he understood my request, and proceeded to cut and sand a block of wood.
 He was finished after about 10 minutes, told me the cost, and then asked me if I believed in Allah. 
I pointed to the sun and muttered, "Zoroaster".
 I knew immediately I should have just said "Yes" and left. 
The bearded carpenter slapped me gently on my cheek, shook his head, and wagged his finger at me. 
I paid him for my breadboard and left.
But his slap was as much a shock to me as the one that the bishop gave me at my Confirmation.
Another time I went to buy some toilet paper, but before I could buy the TP I had to answer a question: "Was I Russian?" 
I think I was just getting teased, but this shopkeeper had a serious demeanor when he asked his question, and so I took it seriously. 
I was able to buy the TP once the shopkeeper realized that I was not Russian.
Touryalai told me "Russia steals our gas and food." 
Later, of course, they would to try to steal his entire country.



IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES


Saturday, July 02, 2016

THE FIRST DAY OF WINTER





Another Bakery Anecdote.

 I had on my straw hat, my duck-down gloves, a coat over my beaver fur vest, and of course, my Italian hiking boots. 

I was riding my Chinese bicycle on my way home, and the rain was turning to sleet, and then came snowflakes, and it was getting colder by the minute, but I needed to buy my hot, delicious naan. 

I got off of my bike, but instead of standing at the bakery window to order, I walked bravely up the wooden steps to the door entrance of the oven-pit, to get warmer, and to get a closer look at the bakers. 

One Afghan gently grabbed my arm, grinning a devilish smile, and started pulling me inside.

 He pointed at the fiery pit and then at me. 
I was a bit scared, until he started laughing, and the other bakers started to laugh, and so I knew that I wouldn't be tossed into the fiery pit.

I got my naan, hopped back on my bicycle, and rode off to my house.

 My bike was slipping and sliding, and I was having problems navigating, and I looked forward to arriving at my house where I knew I would soon have a roaring fire going in my faithful little oven. 

My straw hat fell off, but I didn't care, and I didn't want to stop in this freezing weather to pick it up, and so I kept riding, knowing that tomorrow a goat or sheep would discover a tasty treat.

This was the first beautiful night of winter.
In Kabul the weather turned off and and on like a light switch.

 I remember only one time that it rained, and as it rained, I thought, "It's spring today.”




IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Odds & Ends







THEY FOUND NO DIGITAL EVIDENCE ON HIS HARD DRIVE.”


HE WAS GETTING PRESSURE FROM THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS CAUCUS.”


HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE A MAN PUTTING A BANANA IN YOUR TAILPIPE?”


When Donald Trump spews and pontificates, his mouth reminds me of a Parrot fish. Well, actually, more like a Puffer fish.


Are you just as tired of that Trivago guy as I am?


Or of people who keep asking 'What's in your wallet?'


Or those Mesothelioma warnings that have been on T.V. for a million years?





IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES





Sunday, June 19, 2016

SHOESTRING IN THE NAAN



One evening Jon and I ate dinner over at Michael's house.
 I remember that Michael was playing JETLINER and FLY LIKE AN EAGLE by the Steve Miller band..."Time keeps on slipping into the future.”
These songs seemed to be about our adventure in Afghanistan.
As Jon was applying some butter to his naan,
 he remarked how we would all be"lucky to get out of OUT OF AFHANISTAN alive"; and then just as he took the first bite of his bread, he said, 


"I'll be *###*! What in the hell is this?"
It turned out to be a shoestring embedded in his nan. 


Michael chuckled, but I laughed loudly.


 All Jon could say was, "What's next?" 


The extra ingredient was not a mistake. 


The naan bakery-stand probably wanted to play a joke on Jon, since they knew him as one of their steady khareji [foreigner] customers.


I always looked forward to the ritual of buying my nan each day. 


I spoiled myself, and I would wait a little longer for a hot slice fresh-out-of-the-oven pit.  

Nan is shaped like a snowshoe.


 It is made from flour and water (and sometimes some charcoal pieces that slip in from the ovenpit).


 I never had a shoestring in my naan.






IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE 

RESOURCES AND NAAN


Tuesday, June 14, 2016

THE PIGEONS





I loved to watch the pigeons fly. 
A man kept dozens of pigeons on the roof of his building. 
He opened the door to their "pigeon house", and then...swoosh!
 They all took off and flew in formation all over the city.
 And as if by magic, they reappeared when their owner waved a towel (or blanket...maybe it was his turban!) in a circular motion.
 One big swirling mass returned to the cage.
 This occurred once per day about sunset. 
I guess this Afghan raised and sold pigeons.
 I wondered whether pigeons still delivered air mail messages.
 There was something poetic and beautiful about pigeons flying.

 IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND PIGEONS