My thoughts of the day

[Feyli_kord]

End of my birthday meal : typically French. started at 12 . am, finished at 5. pm.

5 HOURS

I hope most of it was SALAD

Naw, cigarettes and wine, and possibly a croissant.

[Piling]

Once, a when Öcalan was still in Syria, he imposed to his Kurdish court a fast way of eating (faster than ordinary Kurdish way to eat though they only swallow and swallow without talking). And to justify that rhythm he shout :


So : Do you want to be like these French people who waste hours and hours to lunch ?

He never went in France but obviously some spies told him how our means last

[Anthea]

Once, a when Öcalan was still in Syria, he imposed to his Kurdish court a fast way of eating (faster than ordinary Kurdish way to eat though they only swallow and swallow without talking). And to justify that rhythm he shout :


So : Do you want to be like these French people who waste hours and hours to lunch ?

He never went in France but obviously some spies told him how our means last

Now I know who to blame for the fact that some Kurdish men eat like pigs - they are just following their leader - I thought that it was just bad manners and lack of education - did not realise they were being trained in boorishness as well as combat

[Piling]

In big banquets, there are many services : the most important people eat at first, then get up and the average guests come to eat, and then the less important, and at the end, women and children (I saw the same for Muslims as Christians, and I suppose Yezidis also).

So for that reason Kurds don't stay a lot at table, because they have to leave the place, for the followers. But it is only for important meals.

Ordinary, Kurds don't talk and chat by eating, they do it after the meal. And their meal does not last because all the dishies are brought together in the same time, nit like our Service à la Russe.

So ordinary Kurds don't take much time for eating, and when I heard Kurds complained that in Damascus, Öcalan did not let time enough for eating I suppose it should be very very fast, 'eating with a slingshot' as we say in French.

Calling from Sweden this morning. A guy wanted to know if a relative student's application arrived by mail. He has told me the city from which the girl sent… and only after 30 mn of unsuccessful research among the pile of letters and packs., remembered to tell me that it was an EMAIL…

[Anthea]

Calling from Sweden this morning. A guy wanted to know if a relative student's application arrived by mail. He has told me the city from which the girl sent… and only after 30 mn of unsuccessful research among the pile of letters and packs., remembered to tell me that it was an EMAIL…

I do not know what the application was for - but if it was for a job I hope she is not as stupid as her relation

[Anthea]

In big banquets, there are many services : the most important people eat at first, then get up and the average guests come to eat, and then the less important, and at the end, women and children (I saw the same for Muslims as Christians, and I suppose Yezidis also).

I have often seen women waiting on men then eating the left-overs - the same way farmers throw left-over food to pigs

Ordinary, Kurds don't talk and chat by eating, they do it after the meal. And their meal does not last because all the dishies are brought together in the same time, nit like our Service à la Russe.

While they learn English they should also be taught etiquette

[Piling]

THE NOT LINDSAY KURDISH RUG :

"Someone had been in here.

The sign was so subtle that at first he couldn't isolated it. He closed his eyes, then opened them and let them swing casually about his combination living-room/kitchenette, trying to take in everything. The books he'd been planning to leave behind hadn't been moved around on the shelves; the chairs were where they had been,one under the lamp and the other by the room's only window, with its scenic view of the alley outside; the coffee cup and the toast plate were still in the dish drainer beside the tiny sink.

Then it cliked home, as such thing usually did if you didn't push too hard. It was the rug. What he thought of as his Not Lindsay rug.

About five feet long and two wide, Not Lindsay was a repeating diamond pattern in blue, red, white, and brown. He had bought it in Baghdad, but had been assured by an Iraqi policeman he trusted it was of Kurdish manufacture. "Very old, very beautiful," the policeman has said. His name was Latif and al-Khaliq Hassan. A good troop. "Look Turkey, but no-no-no." Big grin. White teeth. A week after that day in the marketplace, a sniper's bullet had blown Latif abd al-Khaliq Hassan's brains right out through the back of his head. "Not Turkey, Iraqi !"

The rug-merchant wore a yellow tee-shirt that had said DON'T SHOOT ME, I'M ONLY THE PIANO PLAYER. Latif listened to him, nodding. They laughed together. Then the merchant had made a startlingly American jackoff gesture and they laughed even harder.

"What was about ?" Barbie has asked.

"He says American senator bought five like these. Lindsay Graham. Five rug, five hundred dollar. Five hundred out front, for press. More on the down-low. But all senator rug-fake. Yes-yes-yes. This one not fake, this one real. I, Latif Hassan, tell you this, Barbie. Not Lindsay Graham rug."

Latif has raised his hand and Barbie slapped him five. That had been a good day. Hot, but good. He had bought the rug for two hundred dollars American and an all-territories Coby DVD player. Not Lindsay was his one souvenir of Iraq, and he never stepped on it. He always stepped around it. He had planned to leave it behind when he left The Mill, but fat chance of that. Wherever you went, there you were. The great Zen truth of the age.

He hadn't stepped on it, he was superstitious about that, he always detoured around it, as if to step on it would activate some computer in Washington and he would find himself back in Baghdad or fucking Fallujah. But somebody had, because Not Lindsay was mussed. Wrinkled. And a little crooked. It had been perfectly straight when he left this morning, a thousand years ago."

[Anthea]

Thank you

Looks very interesting - I will have to read it

Is this the first book on your new Kindle

[Piling]

One of the first. I read always several books in the same time, in different sections : memories, philosophy, history, literature, etc. This is my first novel.

I like to find and pick up from various readings, some unexpected apparitions of Kurdish samples.

[Anthea]

One of the first. I read always several books in the same time, in different sections : memories, philosophy, history, literature, etc. This is my first novel.

I like to find and pick up from various readings, some unexpected apparitions of Kurdish samples.

That definitely was a bit of a surprise

[Piling]

The French consul who makes an unexpected visit, while the Library is drowned under piles of applications for scholarship, and while I quickly was eating Ramadan cakes between 2 passports and 3 diplomas …





La classe à Dallas.

[Anthea]

At least you had a cute mug to show him

AND it also showed him how hard you work

[Piling]

"We can't get going until she's gone," Norrie said.

Bennie shrugged. "What's the big deal ? If she sees us, we're just some kids goofing around on the town common. And know what ? She probably wouldn't see us if she looked right at us. Adults never see kids." He considered this. "Unless they're on skateboards."

Under The Dome, Stephen King.

[Piling]

Too much work on scholarship files : welcome, lumbago.

I have a new oven, I am cooking again.

[Anthea]

Too much work on scholarship files : welcome, lumbago.

I have a new oven, I am cooking again.

I prescribe a handsome young man to massage you - but best not let him near your new cooker