.home.

welcome home, me. 

.vancity. 2011.

.rebirth-revisited.

i've been away from here for a while. i plan to revisit this place, rewrite in this space.

for now, enjoy what boona mohammed has to say. 

.for the love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySf0hCJfdvU&NR=1

.well said.

from the angry arab:

"Saturday, January 16, 2010...

Lebanese took offense

Some Lebanese are more offended by the Israeli theft of the Hummus recipe than they are by the Israeli theft of Palestine.

Posted by As'ad at 8:48 PM"

this doesn't solely apply to lebanese. unfortunately,many arabs share this sentiment...ignoring the actual issue at hand. but, that's just my two cents..

.the cat and the fiddle.

may i please take it upon myself to remind you of the cat and the fiddle? i'm asking politely, but there is really no room for objection in the arena of thoughts uninterrupted, completed, recorded. im afraid you probably don't remember that mother goose's melody featured an interesting rhyme in 1770. it opens with a line of gibberish: high diddle diddle; preposterous however little. and continues in nonsense about the cat and the fiddle. lest we forget that the cow jump'd over the moon while the little dog laugh'd to see such craft. all were distracted while the cow took a bow and the dish ran away with the spoon. high diddle diddle a riddle about a fiddle, a dog and a cow and a cat...fancy that- not quite. they just boggle my mind these nursery rhymes. and no one objects to the stolen spoon? don't you see that high diddle diddle is the culprit here? he hired the cat who mesmerized the town's people by playing a deceptive tune on his fiddle. when everyone went under he tricked them into believing that the cow could jump, that the cocoon was the moon, that the dog's bark was a laugh. the craft is quite misleading; it is not referring to cattle doing ballet, nor does it allude to musical cats. the hilarious craft is the scheme between the dish and the culprit! so, the moral of the story is that with the use of deception the spoon was stolen successfully . for the last 240 years this rhyme has rung through nurseries, planted into the minds of children. i don't know if this happens by chance or on purpose, but let it be known, that high diddle diddle and the dish have been laughing it up for two and a half centuries...and you wonder why the world is full of thieves. pffft.

.humpty dumpty sat on a wall.

i think it's a really big shame that nobody paid more attention to humpty dumpty.
humpty's terrible fate is something of a distant memory to most. allow me to remind you that in 1810 humpty dumpty sat on a wall. unfortunately, humpty dumpty had a great fall, and no one was there to catch him. all the king's horses and all the king's men could not put humpty together again. and i've come to realize it's clear, i fear, that the king's men simply did not try hard enough to put humpty back together! i often ask myself who was managing the operation and realize that whoever it was is a total twit. actually, the very fact that the king's horses were a part of the reassembly team really makes me wonder: how useful could hoofs possibly be in the intricate act of rebuilding a giant egg? honestly, it really pisses me off. and what's worse than the idiotic strategy to put humpty back together is that everyone stood back and let his biodegradable shell turn into dust. turning a blind eye to a shattered life is not a valid example of brotherhood. i heard that a few hundred years later roald dahl's bfg (big friendly giant) walked past the wall and took it upon himself to remove humpty's run down knee highs and bow tie from the age old pile of dust and make vintage trendy.

.fail.

operation MD was a complete and utter fail. it has been agreed upon by the involved persons to keep details private for the time being. perhaps the story can be revealed at a later date. R.I.P. dear mountain goat...

.text.

excerpts from one of planet earth's last text conversations of the year 2009:

friend- excellent...i will see how i can get you some cash then.
me- tomorrow. meet me at vancouver art gallery. wear black. bring the cash in a briefcase and leave it on the third step. i'll walk by with black glasses and a trench coat, i'll pick it up at 17h09. fail proof plan. i'll be armed with a pistol in case the fbi are tapped into this convo and try to foil the scheme.
friend- detective dandoun...this will never work. you raise suspicions very easily.
me- tomorrow. 17h09. black briefcase. third step. operations mads gilbert. over.
friend- the fbi is monitoring the area..they will wonder what an egyptian woman in black glasses is doing there. and boom...i am exposed! and i am too valuable to be exposed!
friend- reassess operation MG. over.
me- what if i wear a kilt and carry a sack of potatoes over my shoulder? they'll just think i'm an irishman going for an afternoon stroll...
friend- yeah..that would work..are you going to put the merchandise in the sack of potatoes?
me- too risky. just place a baked potato on top off the cash. i'll make it look like i stopped for a snack and slyly tuck the cash in my mountain goat's saddle. over.

the conversation took a top secret turn after this point and cannot be blogged for security purposes. stay tuned for a follow up of the success or failure of operation MG...

over.