WALKING ON THIN ICE

“now that’s sexy - a naked woman reading camus” i say as i peer into the bathroom, see lady k in the tub reading “the rebel.”

the image above is a new piece by lady k - she thought it unworthy, but i think it’s a keeper (even though she’s already given it away). she titled it “marrakech” and gave it to mohammed. that makes folk in the u.s.of.a, london england, krakow poland, lizjnan croatia, albeilhan france, and marrakech morocco who now own her art.

muhammed’s mother was quite amazed we walked through the maze of the medina last night to their place - think she was surprised we dared walk alone, and that we found her door. all along our way, heads would whip around in disbelief. as usual, we saw no other tourists. we were stoned, and the way seemed unnaturally long. lady said “are you sure we’re in the right alley?” i replied i think so, but can’t be sure. not the most reassuring answer.

sitting here sweating. once the temperatures rise above the upper 80s, marrakech becomes a blast furnace. cannot believe the force of this sun. gives a foretaste of global’s warming.

hamid’s here making lady 10 canvas frames for art. i started putting on my shoes and he bacame concerened - told him i was only going up to the roof to hang clothes. he wanted to come along because it’s not proper to be alone with european women. told him to stay. he gave us a small chunk of hash, said zero zero. stronger than the rest. i think he thought we’d buy some after tasting it, but we’re done for awhile. this stuff is only fun if it’s done in cycles, otherwise it gets to be work.

our web access has gone wacky as well. this town is squeezing us out. been a worth while stay though - maybe learned more in a month in marrakech than much of the previous 9 months travel. this place is for harder and hardier souls than mine.

i’m digging down to my surrealistic sense of humor, going to wrap myself in a protective layer of it because i know marrakech - it has me 40 more hours. it’s not done playing. with humor, i can be in on the joke and laugh along.

u.s. secretery of defense robert gates says congress can’t give the defense department only two months of funding because the defense department is not known for spending money wisely, and has already spent more than it has. where is monty python when we need them? i think cheney and bush realize what horrible things history will say, so they’re making sure there’s no future to write.

can’t end on negative note, so loop to positive start…

“now that’s sexy - a naked woman reading camus” i say as i peek into the bathroom, see lady k in the tub reading “the rebel - an essay on man in revolt.”