Comments on: Which way the wind blows http://haiddasalami.org/which-way-the-wind-blows/ On militant Islam and the global jihad Mon, 26 Jan 2009 05:30:28 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Haid http://haiddasalami.org/which-way-the-wind-blows/comment-page-1/#comment-369 Haid Mon, 03 Nov 2008 19:29:07 +0000 http://haiddasalami.org/?p=940#comment-369 Darryl, "Fearsome" Jesuit. That's what I meant. The ol' memory isn't what it used to be. You can understand: After all, I'm rereading <em>Portrait</em>, not <em>Ulysses</em>. As for the green felt and recording, no, neither--but next year, I promise. Right now I'm too poor to invest in either, but soon Obama will be turning things around and we'll all be swimming in the sawbucks. ;) Darryl,

“Fearsome” Jesuit. That’s what I meant. The ol’ memory isn’t what it used to be.

You can understand: After all, I’m rereading Portrait, not Ulysses.

As for the green felt and recording, no, neither–but next year, I promise.

Right now I’m too poor to invest in either, but soon Obama will be turning things around and we’ll all be swimming in the sawbucks.
;)

]]> By: Darryl Harb http://haiddasalami.org/which-way-the-wind-blows/comment-page-1/#comment-368 Darryl Harb Mon, 03 Nov 2008 14:35:25 +0000 http://haiddasalami.org/?p=940#comment-368 Effendi, Fearsome Jesuit? I don't know any. But I vividly remember you telling me the Krupa story years ago. Thanks for refreshing the memory. I was thinking of you the other day, watching WSoP with friends fond of the game (I do not play, as you recall). Has the virtual green felt been graced with your presence, lately? BTW: did you ever record yourself, and if so, could you post it? Effendi,

Fearsome Jesuit? I don’t know any. But I vividly remember you telling me the Krupa story years ago. Thanks for refreshing the memory.

I was thinking of you the other day, watching WSoP with friends fond of the game (I do not play, as you recall). Has the virtual green felt been graced with your presence, lately?

BTW: did you ever record yourself, and if so, could you post it?

]]> By: Always On Watch http://haiddasalami.org/which-way-the-wind-blows/comment-page-1/#comment-367 Always On Watch Sun, 02 Nov 2008 12:22:49 +0000 http://haiddasalami.org/?p=940#comment-367 Haid, I lucked out with the Yamaha I bought. I got it well below market value because I bought it from someone who wanted to give me -- her children's teacher -- a break. And, yes, I'll put it up against any other kind of upright I've ever played. Haid,
I lucked out with the Yamaha I bought. I got it well below market value because I bought it from someone who wanted to give me — her children’s teacher — a break.

And, yes, I’ll put it up against any other kind of upright I’ve ever played.

]]> By: Scherzo http://haiddasalami.org/which-way-the-wind-blows/comment-page-1/#comment-366 Scherzo Sun, 02 Nov 2008 10:34:58 +0000 http://haiddasalami.org/?p=940#comment-366 Damn, Haid! That was a genuinely great story. And it deserves another from me: So here it is: October 30 was my big brother's birthday. My dad sent him the following email describing the night he was born in 1960. I think you'll enjoy it: Happy birthday, Don't get too pumped up because it's your birthday, after all, you had very little to do with it. I remember it well. That would make a good song title. A waltz perhaps. Anyway, that's when I was working at the Jungle Club, a local mafia owned strip joint. You were born late on a Monday, so I raced home to clean up and change clothes. When I got there a home made eviction notice was on the front door and the door was padlocked. So I went on to work looking pretty bad. Corkey Cevilla, the local Don made some unpleasant remarks about how I looked. I told him why and he had me look up the landlords phone number and dial it. He said, I'm Corkey Cevilla, do you recognize my name? Well, you're messing around with one of my people and I don't like it. When he gets home tonight that sign and lock will be gone, never to return, won't it? He used to run a pretty nice town. Well, happy birthday. Love ya, Dad. Heh. When I was a kid in school in Kansas City, all the little first graders had to get up and tell about the work their daddies did. After I told about how my daddy worked at the Playboy Club, they may have had to discontinue the practice of letting first graders spill the beans on daddy. Damn, Haid! That was a genuinely great story. And it deserves another from me: So here it is:
October 30 was my big brother’s birthday. My dad sent him the following email describing the night he was born in 1960. I think you’ll enjoy it:
Happy birthday, Don’t get too pumped up because it’s your birthday,
after all, you had very little to do with it. I remember it well.
That would make a good song title. A waltz perhaps. Anyway, that’s
when I was working at the Jungle Club, a local mafia owned strip
joint. You were born late on a Monday, so I raced home to clean up
and change clothes. When I got there a home made eviction notice was
on the front door and the door was padlocked. So I went on to work
looking pretty bad. Corkey Cevilla, the local Don made some
unpleasant remarks about how I looked. I told him why and he had me
look up the landlords phone number and dial it. He said, I’m Corkey
Cevilla, do you recognize my name? Well, you’re messing around with
one of my people and I don’t like it. When he gets home tonight that
sign and lock will be gone, never to return, won’t it? He used to run
a pretty nice town.
Well, happy birthday.
Love ya, Dad.
Heh. When I was a kid in school in Kansas City, all the little first graders had to get up and tell about the work their daddies did. After I told about how my daddy worked at the Playboy Club, they may have had to discontinue the practice of letting first graders spill the beans on daddy.

]]> By: Scherzo http://haiddasalami.org/which-way-the-wind-blows/comment-page-1/#comment-365 Scherzo Sun, 02 Nov 2008 10:28:07 +0000 http://haiddasalami.org/?p=940#comment-365 No...it's an inside joke. My teen years with hanging around old coots in smallish bands is that they were all dirty old men ;) No…it’s an inside joke. My teen years with hanging around old coots in smallish bands is that they were all dirty old men ;)

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