Jan 19th,...From Manatee Hugging to the Religious (photos from original post missing)

Jan 19th,...From Manatee Hugging to the Religious




This is A.H.A, a.k.a Adnan Haroun Ahmed, up-and-coming everything (take your pick..painter, director, programmer, kebab lover...) who is soon going to dispense his peculiar wisdom to me on Canudjan soil. I look forward to that.

On to the day's brinjal, or at least the blog-entry.









Back in the day, or perhaps just back in the montreal winter of 2003, when davos, jack, lucas, assorted companions et moi, the princely brigade, the manatee huggers (or those who are against disturbing the graceful manatees) had an intense rollicker, gambolling in the cold wind (or was it slipping, falling face flat, I don't quite remember), a spectacle that was a beauty, a beast, a burden that nearly sent me licking at frozen poles.
Well, the tumult that was that five day spectacle promised to ease all after it. Or so thought I.

The present tumult enveloping the bazzabody is liver-wobbling in proportions (can you suggest a better internal organ?). Also, the old pal henri is getting fired and I'm still plonking in my attempts to get a grip on law school.

These last weeks have been very very stressful. And I absolutely hate law school. That's a set opinion right now. I hate the fact that I haven't figured how to do well and I haven't been able to find it in me to do satisfactory work.

I think my Open Memo would have been worse, if my friend Tara from third year hadn't helped me out so much. She's a good student and quite smart. She took at least a couple of looks at me memo and actually helped me get it into some semblance of shape. Tara can kick even slacker derriere into shape.

I have to say this is a nice little climbdown for me, the flag-bearer of the slacker revolution, the slacker brigade, the slacker army of believer in the power of slacking off, etc. etc. Slacker-boy has to learn to take notes and look at CANs. Slackerboy needs to pay attention to details. Slackerboy Bazza better learn real soon.
Anyway, I woke up this morning to my head reverberating to wine, an argentinian from last night. Twas an interesting wine, full of richness and flavour, then the hammer of alcohol, a kicker, and finally a touch of grape sweetness in the aftertaste. The argentinians are a feisty bunch of grapes. I was always feisty myself but total the range of experience from wine to open memo and I worry. Time for the religious I say.

I have put up two photos, Addu in the beginning, Smokey and the end. Both chaps have good presence, albeit with differing style. Can't count on them to gab very much but they get their point across. the first dude is Don Fellini, a.k.a Smokey, who has enormous presence- I guess if all the fat cats were like him, the world would be filled with cat lovers.


In the meanwhile


Oh, and...Fido sucks!!!