The Mad Cow Disease and an Albanian

Why one, all the cows here have gone mad, exclaimed Shpend. His friends never gave s**&% in spite of Shpend’s potentially dung beetle attracting, sticky armpits. But Shpend was a gem. A human being, who would risk his life for an aimlessly wandering goat that has strayed into the butcher’s courtyard. An Albanian national (if that helps you to picture him), Shpend will be fifty this January or November or was fifty two years back or may be he’s eighteen, how does it matter? After being separated from his wife, he now lives near the prairies of Kazakhstan bordering the Gobi desert – alone – no one else lives there, even in the far vicinity.

Till a couple of years ago, Shpend worked with a Natural Gas Exploration Company, a semi-government organization in France. He was a driller, the one responsible for making the first contact with mother earth, after which the machines would eventually take over. He was proud of it. It’s human. To be the first one in a chain of globally consequential events. His work took him places. Once even to the Falkland Islands.

cont.

cybergranny sez

"No one listens to old people."
- María Amelia López
the oldest blogger in cyberia apparently has 340,000 hits on her blog

"Everyone leaves Calcutta after using it."
- a begger woman i met in Park Street

genius IS what genius SAYS

"Leck mich im Arsch recht fein schön sauber"
(lick me in the arse nice and clean)
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Kashmir - Led Zepp

What does it have to do with the Kashmir we know of, PoK or IoK. Ostensibly, Plant wrote the song while driving through the Sahara Desert. Such is life.

IF

If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.
- Woody Allen

The Truth

Football
Orgasm
Death

Everything else is a compromise.