I've been having some really weird dreams. Sometimes I post them here for fun but I'll skip all that this time. As John Lennon once said, "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." How's that for loosely celebrating the Beatles 50th anniversary of the Ed Sullivan Show?
Friday, February 14, 2014
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
they probably dont get out much.
I recently saw some pictures of people giving birth in their homes and in a pool. wtf?
Aside from how unnecessary the whole thing is, who cleans up that water? That is some seriously nasty water. Some pics had the husband and other children sitting in the pool. everyone naked. absolutely horrified me. pretty sure these are the type of people who are against vaccines and modern medicine.
trying to get the images out of my head.
Aside from how unnecessary the whole thing is, who cleans up that water? That is some seriously nasty water. Some pics had the husband and other children sitting in the pool. everyone naked. absolutely horrified me. pretty sure these are the type of people who are against vaccines and modern medicine.
trying to get the images out of my head.
Monday, August 19, 2013
fear and flowers
two nights ago i thought i had finally done it. i woke up and realized i couldnt move my hand. it seemed like i totally paralyzed it by sleeping on it. anyway its always been a fear that sits around in the back of my head because when i sleep i really go into deep sleep. im not sure if we are programmed to wake up or change positions to save an appendage. but just as you guessed, this story has a happy ending. after trying to move my hand, pinching it, and rubbing it, the feeling started coming back and eventually movement too. also i had 10 minutes of ridiculous pins and needles.
also ive realized i really like orchids. not sure how to keep them alive (they always seems to die in 2 months or so) but they have awesome flowers. i may have to turn in my man card for this confession but damn, they are nice.
also ive realized i really like orchids. not sure how to keep them alive (they always seems to die in 2 months or so) but they have awesome flowers. i may have to turn in my man card for this confession but damn, they are nice.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Stairways
I had an interesting thought today while using the stairs in my parents home to go down to the basement. Who invented them? How did they come up with the idea? Stairs are up there with the wheel in terms of simple inventions that are damn awesome. I imagined if I were going to build something to go up or down I'd make a ramp. And to save space I'd make a steep ramp. My ramp would be dangerous. But because of how dangerous it would be people would sit down and go down the ramp which would cause them to slide. And to make it more efficient I'd use polished wood and it would be fun. Except when you have to go up but for that I added a rope to the side of the ramp that you can use for support. I think this design would also be better for moving heavy furniture.
Goodnight.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
four
Four decided to sit on the floor.
One decided to read.
Another followed along,
A third listened carefully,
And the last one was the fourth.
The last one was the fourth,
but not to be outdone.
Listening carefully he wrote in his heart,
his pen strokes, his wandering mind.
He was writing a book not yet written.
He was writing a book not yet written,
But he knew how it would end.
Four old friends would sit on the floor,
One would read, two would follow,
And he would just be.
One decided to read.
Another followed along,
A third listened carefully,
And the last one was the fourth.
The last one was the fourth,
but not to be outdone.
Listening carefully he wrote in his heart,
his pen strokes, his wandering mind.
He was writing a book not yet written.
He was writing a book not yet written,
But he knew how it would end.
Four old friends would sit on the floor,
One would read, two would follow,
And he would just be.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
ive been on a streak of bad haircuts and things get urgent tonight. i probably get a haircut about once every 4-5 weeks or so. id say the last six months have been annoying since each cut has been sub par. and now im pretty sure my hair is just starting to thin...at least a little...which is not unexpected when ur 30+ but at this point i cant wait around for another crappy haircut. anyway i will try regis at the mall and time is of the essence! better be done right!
after that i can look forward to buzz cuts.
after that i can look forward to buzz cuts.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
This is my long and mostly unawaited return to my blog. Probably more because I have little to say since life takes a boring turn when you get old and work all the time. Anyway, it's interesting to return here at such an odd time of day. It's post fajr but I have so much to say.
Like many people (at least I assume many) I occasionally find myself searching for proof of God and today is one of those days that I found it. I woke up after a horribly sad dream which included my father whose brain continues to whither away slowly. It's not something you can see with your eyes but something you realize only when you interact with him. Unless you are his son. Then you feel it with your heart. In the dream I was in a room of my parent's home looking for a set of keys hidden in their living room. Suddenly, someone was walking into the room and I turned to see who it was and it was my father carrying a janamaz but crying loudly. Of course, it is surprising considering his dementia makes it difficult to express certain emotions. I ran over to him and sat him down and he started to say something about one of my uncles being sick (he didn't tell me he was sick but it was inferred by his repeating my uncles name since he cannot speak anymore). Then it hit me that he is confusing his own deterioration for something being wrong with my uncle. At that point I called over my uncle and decided to pour my heart out to my father. I wanted to explain to him what was wrong with him and how it made me feel. The moment I started, I woke up. It was the equivalent of a free fall in a dream when you are so shaken in your sleep you wake up. So here I am recounting it all. Trying to explain how it makes me feel. How my father's sick brain makes me feel. The only problem is I can never put it into words. I want to say its sadness but its more than that...it's just something I know and feel.
I started this post saying how I found proof of God. An obvious way is that Islamically we remember that we will start life as infants and end our lives in old age the same way. If you know my dad, then you know this to be true. But for me the real proof is in my heart where I feel my father's sickness. I was praying fajr but the incredible emotion that was still echoing inside me from the end of that dream was my proof. It is impossible for me to believe that so much heartache and love could simply be a natural occurrence It has to be a creation of God.
Like most people my brain tells me to do one thing and my heart another, but they seem to working together just fine right now. This morning I can feel the connection of my brain to my heart. That's probably why I'm sitting here trying to figure this out by writing. Maybe my mind is trying to soothe my heart in written words Whatever is going on I know there is an inexplicable connection between the two. This connection is also my proof.
I feel bad sometimes talking about my dad when I know so many others who have lost their mother and father in far more tragic ways and at a much younger age. Still its hard not to be selfish and feel sad....
Anyway, not only is my wife calling me back to bed but oddly enough, I feel better.
Good job brain. This time you knew exactly what to do.
Like many people (at least I assume many) I occasionally find myself searching for proof of God and today is one of those days that I found it. I woke up after a horribly sad dream which included my father whose brain continues to whither away slowly. It's not something you can see with your eyes but something you realize only when you interact with him. Unless you are his son. Then you feel it with your heart. In the dream I was in a room of my parent's home looking for a set of keys hidden in their living room. Suddenly, someone was walking into the room and I turned to see who it was and it was my father carrying a janamaz but crying loudly. Of course, it is surprising considering his dementia makes it difficult to express certain emotions. I ran over to him and sat him down and he started to say something about one of my uncles being sick (he didn't tell me he was sick but it was inferred by his repeating my uncles name since he cannot speak anymore). Then it hit me that he is confusing his own deterioration for something being wrong with my uncle. At that point I called over my uncle and decided to pour my heart out to my father. I wanted to explain to him what was wrong with him and how it made me feel. The moment I started, I woke up. It was the equivalent of a free fall in a dream when you are so shaken in your sleep you wake up. So here I am recounting it all. Trying to explain how it makes me feel. How my father's sick brain makes me feel. The only problem is I can never put it into words. I want to say its sadness but its more than that...it's just something I know and feel.
I started this post saying how I found proof of God. An obvious way is that Islamically we remember that we will start life as infants and end our lives in old age the same way. If you know my dad, then you know this to be true. But for me the real proof is in my heart where I feel my father's sickness. I was praying fajr but the incredible emotion that was still echoing inside me from the end of that dream was my proof. It is impossible for me to believe that so much heartache and love could simply be a natural occurrence It has to be a creation of God.
Like most people my brain tells me to do one thing and my heart another, but they seem to working together just fine right now. This morning I can feel the connection of my brain to my heart. That's probably why I'm sitting here trying to figure this out by writing. Maybe my mind is trying to soothe my heart in written words Whatever is going on I know there is an inexplicable connection between the two. This connection is also my proof.
I feel bad sometimes talking about my dad when I know so many others who have lost their mother and father in far more tragic ways and at a much younger age. Still its hard not to be selfish and feel sad....
Anyway, not only is my wife calling me back to bed but oddly enough, I feel better.
Good job brain. This time you knew exactly what to do.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
thermodynamics
picking up where i last left off. spain was a lot of fun. trying to get around with minimal spanish and a gps that was not working kept things interesting.
i am currently suffering through some sort of stomach problems. story of my life. i must have eaten something that caused trouble while at some of the wedding festivities. and that would be haroons wedding festivities including maiyons, dholki, mehndi...and next week the wedding and walima. lets just say a lot of song and dance is going down.
other than that i am chillin at work. eating some pretzels and iced tea. waiting for my next patients to come in. i need to make some phone calls too but i am so tired from this weekend that i just dont care.
ramadan is on the way. late night taraweehs should be fun but lets hope that the people at the masjid turn the ACs on this year. someone a few years back explained to the management about the physics of hot air rising and so they only turn fans on thinking that will cool the hot air above and thus cool the entire place. whoever that person was needs to be smacked down and given a lesson in thermodynamics.
i like to throw around the word thermodynamics. makes me seem smart. you can be talking about anything and mix in the word thermodynamics and people are like, damn he smart as shit.
i am currently suffering through some sort of stomach problems. story of my life. i must have eaten something that caused trouble while at some of the wedding festivities. and that would be haroons wedding festivities including maiyons, dholki, mehndi...and next week the wedding and walima. lets just say a lot of song and dance is going down.
other than that i am chillin at work. eating some pretzels and iced tea. waiting for my next patients to come in. i need to make some phone calls too but i am so tired from this weekend that i just dont care.
ramadan is on the way. late night taraweehs should be fun but lets hope that the people at the masjid turn the ACs on this year. someone a few years back explained to the management about the physics of hot air rising and so they only turn fans on thinking that will cool the hot air above and thus cool the entire place. whoever that person was needs to be smacked down and given a lesson in thermodynamics.
i like to throw around the word thermodynamics. makes me seem smart. you can be talking about anything and mix in the word thermodynamics and people are like, damn he smart as shit.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
This is just an update on life for continuity of my blog. im mostly just too busy to keep this updated but one day i will be more consistent.
yesterday was hals 1 yr anniversary. amazing how quickly that went by and that also means my 1 yr is coming up in a few weeks. thats exciting. considering yusras and my birthday are so close to our anniversary we decided to make it a vacation too. so we will be going to spain over that week. im excited but as usual i dont get overly excited about that much. married life has been good alhamdulillah and i am grateful for my wife. in july we will be traveling again but this time to california. sadly ive never been there before and this time will be for a wedding of one of my good friends. i took a few extra days off so that i could explore a little bit too.
work wise ive had some relief from my normally insane work schedule and that was due to apa coming back after having inaya. and that will last until june when she takes off for another baby on the way, inshaAllah. I love being a maamu. probably when apa moves i will need to explore the possibility of bringing on an associate.
i dont normally bring up my dad here but i will today. he is doing fine in the way of general health but his dementia continues to worsen. i catch small changes every few weeks that signal a decline. at this point ive come to accept where this is headed. i havent been able to talk and have a serious conversation in 2 years with him. but he is still here and i am happy for that. i read a comment someone left on facebook about the disease saying that frontotemporal degeneration leaves a family in a twilight zone and thats exactly right. i suppose it is similar to most dementias but this one does occur at a younger age and that is hard to cope with. i can go on and on about this but i think id rather not.
sports wise its all the same in philly. decent teams. no champions. thats sad. here too i could go on and on but id rather not. it can get ugly. outside of philly i will add that it is going to disturbing seeing peyton manning in another uniform but seriously, why did he pick denver over sanfran? he could probably easily have won another ring there. let's see how the season plays out.
oh we did buy a small charcoal grill. damn i love them. makes some awesome burgers. and i got it for $5...dont hate. well its small and it was on clearance at home depot. who knew they had a clearance section?
and finally chumchum is doing well. outside of her accidentally peeing on our bed when she got locked inside, shes been great. i think she is getting less aggresive with age. she is 6 years old this month i believe. weve been through a lot in 6 years. thats my pal.
yesterday was hals 1 yr anniversary. amazing how quickly that went by and that also means my 1 yr is coming up in a few weeks. thats exciting. considering yusras and my birthday are so close to our anniversary we decided to make it a vacation too. so we will be going to spain over that week. im excited but as usual i dont get overly excited about that much. married life has been good alhamdulillah and i am grateful for my wife. in july we will be traveling again but this time to california. sadly ive never been there before and this time will be for a wedding of one of my good friends. i took a few extra days off so that i could explore a little bit too.
work wise ive had some relief from my normally insane work schedule and that was due to apa coming back after having inaya. and that will last until june when she takes off for another baby on the way, inshaAllah. I love being a maamu. probably when apa moves i will need to explore the possibility of bringing on an associate.
i dont normally bring up my dad here but i will today. he is doing fine in the way of general health but his dementia continues to worsen. i catch small changes every few weeks that signal a decline. at this point ive come to accept where this is headed. i havent been able to talk and have a serious conversation in 2 years with him. but he is still here and i am happy for that. i read a comment someone left on facebook about the disease saying that frontotemporal degeneration leaves a family in a twilight zone and thats exactly right. i suppose it is similar to most dementias but this one does occur at a younger age and that is hard to cope with. i can go on and on about this but i think id rather not.
sports wise its all the same in philly. decent teams. no champions. thats sad. here too i could go on and on but id rather not. it can get ugly. outside of philly i will add that it is going to disturbing seeing peyton manning in another uniform but seriously, why did he pick denver over sanfran? he could probably easily have won another ring there. let's see how the season plays out.
oh we did buy a small charcoal grill. damn i love them. makes some awesome burgers. and i got it for $5...dont hate. well its small and it was on clearance at home depot. who knew they had a clearance section?
and finally chumchum is doing well. outside of her accidentally peeing on our bed when she got locked inside, shes been great. i think she is getting less aggresive with age. she is 6 years old this month i believe. weve been through a lot in 6 years. thats my pal.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
back from the subcontinent
so fantasy football ended up not ending well for me. usual 3rd or 4th place. oh well.
on the other hand...my trip to bangladesh and india were pretty awesome. and thats coming from a paki so it must have been good. i was surprised at how modernized and still behind mumbai was. slums and beggars are still there but then there is so much commercialization and development. id imagine compared to pakistan there is a much higher optimism as well. perhaps the product of a stable government. of course its been a long time since ive been to pakistan so comparisons are tough. of all the interseting things i saw or did id say getting a facial was up there. yeah i said it. i think i almost died 3 times during it. some parts burned or hurt. at other points i couldnt breathe (steam in your face anyone?). but damn did i feel good afterward. but still im not sure it was worth all the near death and nervous moments.
on the other hand...my trip to bangladesh and india were pretty awesome. and thats coming from a paki so it must have been good. i was surprised at how modernized and still behind mumbai was. slums and beggars are still there but then there is so much commercialization and development. id imagine compared to pakistan there is a much higher optimism as well. perhaps the product of a stable government. of course its been a long time since ive been to pakistan so comparisons are tough. of all the interseting things i saw or did id say getting a facial was up there. yeah i said it. i think i almost died 3 times during it. some parts burned or hurt. at other points i couldnt breathe (steam in your face anyone?). but damn did i feel good afterward. but still im not sure it was worth all the near death and nervous moments.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
how do you spell marty morniweg's name?
listening to sports radio today, a caller outlined a doomsday scenario that would probably drive philly to madness and it actually hurt me to listen to it. here it is...
what if the eagles actually lose to the redskins this weekend and then head into the bye on a 5 game losing streak. and then what if they come out of the bye and actually lose to dallas. now management feels like they need to make a statement and they decide to fire andy reid. and then what if they name marty morniweg the interim coach. and then the eagles go on a roll and win a few games going 6-3 or whatever. and the eagles then reward marty by naming him the new head coach with a 3 year deal.
how awesome.
what if the eagles actually lose to the redskins this weekend and then head into the bye on a 5 game losing streak. and then what if they come out of the bye and actually lose to dallas. now management feels like they need to make a statement and they decide to fire andy reid. and then what if they name marty morniweg the interim coach. and then the eagles go on a roll and win a few games going 6-3 or whatever. and the eagles then reward marty by naming him the new head coach with a 3 year deal.
how awesome.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
washie (what my mom called washing the butt)
i hate that people still use "motion picture" when talking about movies. i guess not normal people but in previews and voice-overs they still do that. i feel like it should have ended around the same time people started calling horseless carriages, cars. actually now that im on the subject, id also be curious to know where the word movie started. obviously the root word is move. but there must be more to it. ill ask my wife. shes an english major. shes gotta be good for at least this much.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Might as well
Eh might as well post something new since there could be some new visitors.
At work cleaning my eye between patients since something really weird and nasty is happening. Im getting some major eye booger crap constantly. This morning it was like overloaded with gunk and the eye is all watery. in fact it was annoying to see while driving because i was building up a film on my eye. this could be a problem. but yea ever since my wedding im coming down with all kinds of ailments. not sure if there is a connection.
also while laying in bed i realized that one downside to being a hairy punjabi is that when you feel like putting your arm across your face to cover it you end up tickling yourself. sleep is unlikely to happen like that. perhaps i should shave my arm. but in my defense i dont think im that bad.
At work cleaning my eye between patients since something really weird and nasty is happening. Im getting some major eye booger crap constantly. This morning it was like overloaded with gunk and the eye is all watery. in fact it was annoying to see while driving because i was building up a film on my eye. this could be a problem. but yea ever since my wedding im coming down with all kinds of ailments. not sure if there is a connection.
also while laying in bed i realized that one downside to being a hairy punjabi is that when you feel like putting your arm across your face to cover it you end up tickling yourself. sleep is unlikely to happen like that. perhaps i should shave my arm. but in my defense i dont think im that bad.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
wah gi what?
wah gi wah is a pretty awesome restaurant on chestnut and 45th that opened less than a year ago in the city. its amazing. except one issue tonight. the heat needed to be on. or at least turned up way higher. i think the entire time i sat there we were just near freezing. seriously...whats with that? business seemed steady so i dont see why they cant get some heat going! in the restaurant off to the side there was a space heater that we just grabbed and started using. even then it was brutal. the best part is that earlier in the day my friends and i were debating on where to eat and i rejected this afghani place nearby cuz last time the heat wasnt on there either. well that and the owner is a weird guy that drinks vodka that keeps hidden. that kind of stuff will turn me off pretty fast. people need to grow some stones and deal with reality instead of diluting it with a drink.
i just realized my last post is sorta similar with the end theme about muslim restaurants and alcohol. kind of a sad observation of muslim businesses or business owners. anyway there are plenty of good businesses as well including wah gi wah. in fact i'll forgive them for not cranking up the heat. maybe that means they have more stones than my shivering ass.
i just realized my last post is sorta similar with the end theme about muslim restaurants and alcohol. kind of a sad observation of muslim businesses or business owners. anyway there are plenty of good businesses as well including wah gi wah. in fact i'll forgive them for not cranking up the heat. maybe that means they have more stones than my shivering ass.
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