Mood: Yarrow mood
[Toot!] Index: 3.2
Communism Bit: Off
Terrible, terrible things have been happening in my world. For example, you know your guitar skills are terrifying when you have to chase your audience. Not just that: I was shouting “Only one verse! Just the first one! Okay, okay, only the opening lick. I’ve practiced since last time, I swear!” Now, I know I lost a string, but still.
Anyway, problem is that when you hold the guitar, people want to hear a Jimi Hendrix. At least I know Hendrix didn’t play the adungu. Gon’ practice.
Before I forget, go to Lulu's crib and vote already.
Next random observation: buy land or a house today. If you can afford it, you lucky bastard, buy it. See, Uganda’s population is young. 50% is under fifteen years of age. So, whatever property costs now, it will cost twice as much in about fifteen years (due to increased demand). That’s the conservative estimate. If you factor in increasing wealth (aka. increasing demand), you can increase that estimate. See, with land, supply is fixed; only demand changes, in that historic linear equation. There’s no chance that someone will flood the market with more land. It could, in reality, be anything from five to ten times. So, if you get it now, your investment will lie there making money while you club. 10 million becomes 50 or 100 million. Don’t joke. In any case, buy it now, or you’ll be the one buying at them prices, rather than selling. (A house in the USA goes for about Ushs. 1 billion these days. Be for the future.)
But the value of land will hit the blessed zero, when the Revolution nationalises its use. Vote for me! Vote for the Revolution! Guns and votes! Guns are Votes! Bullets are Ballots! The Popular War, yay!
Man, that poster of Sendero Luminoso still shines brightly in my head, pointing to a path (though maybe not the path).
Next random thing? ’90s pop music was ... God will get whoever sang any of that shit. Leave revenge to God, they say.
I had malaria. This is the next random thing. One Artenam dose fixed me, but Christ Jesus the Promised Nazarene! It was not extremely nice to suffer that shit. :o(
Next: I don’t have my computer right now, and I think I may have lost it for good. The laptop, yes. :o( I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again. If you don’t back up your data, go cry in the other room. The rest of us won’t waste sympathy. Back up! Daily! Don’t come crying when—not if, but when—when you lose your disk. Please, please, please: back your data up. (Hint: mail yourself some precious documents, so Gmail or Yahoo! can keep a copy safe for you. Encrypt them, if they are private.)
Next: Life, in her infinite kindness, never lets me forget that I have no reason to believe in myself. You can’t imagine the freedom that gives one.