Barf in the UAE!

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Location: Sharjah, United Arab Emirates

Some uncouth readers may think that by "Barf," I'm referrring to the colloquial Americanism for vomit. In fact, dear reader, I mean no such thing. Barf is a marvellous Iranian product, a detergent that makes clothes so white, they're just like barf! (Which, of course, is Persian for 'snow.') I pray for your eternal souls, you poor ignorant things.

21 August 2006

Journey.

In another land, Battuta gathered together trade goods, vestments, nostrums, codexes, gadgets. Mysterious forces gathered his trunks into the belly of a magical beast as on its back he was strapped. At tremendous speed he re-crossed ocean and continent, the suffering of mythical people in a bright tiny box entertaining him...



Returned, delivered, deposited. Installed. He now faced a much more powerful beast, the “ghit-lahg.” Long hallucinatory hours under its sway as his brain scurried about the estranged corners of his memory, hours spun away like butterflies’ wings.

2 Comments:

Blogger Champagne Socialist said...

Well...I spent 11 hrs on three Southwest flights yesterday, flying from the middle of nowhere back to the rainy east coast, and it was, as you say, beastly.

6:12 AM  
Blogger Champagne Socialist said...

yup, barf in the uae is persistently inspiring.

3:22 AM  

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