my latest stay in Addis Abeba

Saw B complex in a different light -from a teacher’s perspective. I imagined how it would be to do my thing in them halls. Tested the acoustics. The verdict – Beautiful! Fucking beautiful!!

The view from Adde’s office. Also sat in Acapulco (not shown)

Waffles and hot chocolate cake -La Parisienne

The Tripartite 

My brother stole him from me and gave it to his lady. Kind of reminds me of the time when my other brother stole my toy and gave it to his lady

My father owns a fleet of these cool pajamas; I was much obliged when he gave me one. My mother bought me a couple others. I don’t sound 29, do I? Well, I don’t care!

Songs sang in our home every year around the fire (Buhe, Enqutatash, Mesqel.) Couldn’t find the audio

Jumped on the bandwagon too late that my feet got dragged on the dust 

Plenty of yogurt; God bless (some)  lactobacillus!

Visited professors for recommendations. On an unrelated note, a recommendation from Teklewold Atnafu 

QuanTa -the newest addition to the team 

Saw my niece signal for her mother (my mother) to pick her up. A poignant moment, I almost wrote a poem about it. My hormones are playing havoc with me 😦

Speaking of writing poems (and whether I should be writing them), here is an excerpt from Anna Karenina:

Mihailov meanwhile, although Anna’s portrait greatly fascinated him, was even more glad than they were when the sittings were over, and he had no longer to listen to Golenishtchev’s disquisitions upon art, and could forget about Vronsky’s painting. He knew that Vronsky could not be prevented from amusing himself with painting; he knew that he and all dilettanti had a perfect right to paint what they liked, but it was distasteful to him. A man could not be prevented from making himself a big wax doll, and kissing it. But if the man were to come with the doll and sit before a man in love, and begin caressing his doll as the lover caressed the woman he loved, it would be distasteful to the lover. Just such a distasteful sensation was what Mihailov felt at the sight of Vronsky’s painting: he felt it both ludicrous and irritating, both pitiable and offensive.

It beats me why they leave the French as it is on English translations of Russian novels. Part 8, chapters 15 and 16 are an interesting read on individual vs public opinion (almost reminiscent of the brouhaha about The Dam.) Now reading Midnight’s Children and thoroughly enjoying it.

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59. Kidus yours truly and the hattrick that was not to be

Lo and behold! (for I am about to get spiritual on your asses)
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Yesterday was Meazia 30.

You know how these days we are having no electricity for about 14 hours a day, twice or trice a week because of the shift thingie. Yesterday was one of those days and I was returning home from school around 8 in the evening. Took the usual route down to Mastawekia Minister, with its new found darkness, owing to the power shortage I suspect. Checked the situation at the taxi stop in front of Ethiopia Hotel and headed down to Lagahar. The taxis that recently had been more kind to Haya Hulet goers as compared to those headed for Arat Kilo (Lancha and Bole seem to be ever lucky) apparently had  decided to switch it up and I ended up taking the Higer, Kendo or whatever its name is for the second time in three days, for the second time ever. The problems with Lonchins and Higers, as I see it, crowding (the later appears to be better) and not being able to get off at the right stop. Why the second problem? I guess I am not assertive enough to yell out “woraj ale” among all those people, pass through all those people, get off and get on my way. I rather see if there are some people who have the same stops as I.

 

Yes, Haya Hulet teshagro instead of Wuha Limat. While on the longer way home, I was wondering if I was about to do it for the third time. The last two days of our turn to be “powerless” and “in the dark”,  power had come back  the same instant, give or take thirty seconds, I walked into the neighborhood or home. You can imagine what an ego booster that must have been and especially happening  to a guy who gets off from associating things.

 

And so I walked; on the unfinished asphalt road; fully expecting to light up the barrio; like I was Mihiret Debebe; or more like the patron saint of hydroelectric  power. Moments later, I was sitting at home, in the dark, listening to mezmur on my mobile. When they finally decided that we had enough, this song was playing which had the line “chelemayen yaberaligne” in its chorus (an AAMW band song). I know that it is squaring off Jesus with EEPCO and I wish He would smite them, show them His electric side. What I really wish is for Him to help them get their act together-help Ethiopia get her act together.

 

Today is Ginbot 1. Crap! Today is Ginbot 1?!

 

I am at a particularly dark spell in my life for all the brightness surrounding me. I am so tired, physically and mentally, that I make a zombie seem like Chris Brown. I am having mood swings like it was the sixties. I know I have been doing a lot of self-diagnosis lately; and yesterday I was checking for the symptoms of bipolar disorder (some say Nina Simone had it). But not to worry: I am a few symptoms short and there are things which if I do a certain way, I hope might help relieve the existing “symptoms”.  If not, then I am screwed.

 

It is Ginbot 1 but I have not yet finished the lab work of the project. And the write up, I am only starting with writing the subjects and methods. The above facts are scary as compared to what they should have been. In my prayers I say ” I know you are already there on my behalf and thank you for that.But until I get there, help me to be strong enough to do my best and enjoy every step of the way”. But as you may well know, it is hard to live your prayers.

 

And so the 120 days have become 90, 60 and now 30; I have not achieved what I set out to. I am at the final frontier, so to speak, but things have not yet been finalized. The days flow by and I am enthralled in the suspense of how things will turn out: I do not know the end to the film that I am making.

 

You know, I had dreams of turning the defense into an attack; get on the examiners faces and pull a “what you know about that huh!”  kind of shit. Now, I would be lucky to finish up and make it to the defense hall; and after that, I would be pretty lucky to make it out of the hall in one piece. Hell, by the rate I am going, I would gladly take three pieces. Forget the head and torso: all I need will be my two legs with my priapic prick mounted on them. Then I could be like the headless horseman from Sleepy Hollow. He had a sword though; mine is more like a  dagger . The dick used to be an individual organism just like the mitochondria and chloroplast so fear not that it can not be left to its devices. Just don’t ask me how people or dicks used to procreate before their merger . 

I can just picture me, or some of me rather, roaming the streets at night; terrorizing the neighborhood; females scared to be on the streets after 7 and shit…

 

 Like I tried to point out, I am in deep shit. Pray for me that the darkness surrounding me be lifted and on that day I give praise to the Lord and Him only; and I relegate myself to the shadow of His glory. And it is no all about the defense; it is about life. Thank you!

 

I remember writing some months back that Sofia’s sophomore album was not as good as her debut. I now stand corrected on that statement and actually think it was bangin’. It would be nice if she and Mirtnesh could do a duet. I am sure the thought only of two people who believe in the same thing but kept apart by technicalities getting together on a project about a common subject will be sooooooooo appalling  to a lot of people. Sorry to offend you; you are entitled to your opinions. But I think that is what they are-mere technicalities.

 

Henock  Abebe has come out  with a brand new release. I wonder if he has something as hot as “Dejish emetalehu” in there.

 

I guess it is safe to say that I was back with another long one,

 

 

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51.Arat Kilo mmmmmuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaa

 I am writing this from the digital library. Now with wireless internet connection, the place looks more its name : almost everyone I see here has brought a laptop along.

 I went to the “analog” library to return some books which were way overdue their return date. The librarian was such a nice guy and he asteyayet aderegeligne on the fine. When I was leaving, the nice lady fetash at the door went ” eyetefah bik tilaleh aydel?” She caught me totally by surprise: it felt nice to be remembered and to feel part of a fam which I hope would stay strong for longer.

 Then I went to see our usual sitting place next to the stairs and this brief wave of emotion went right through me. 

I am so loving Arat Kilo this 10:21 a.m.  19th of February morning, that I want to take her home. 

4K4L 

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