Comments on: chili pepperzz in the land of superlatives http://www.senduq.com/2007/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/ mind entropy of the ethiofrican Thu, 14 Apr 2011 11:54:54 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: senduQ » Opposite Sides of the Border: Eritrea http://www.senduq.com/2007/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/comment-page-1/#comment-547 senduQ » Opposite Sides of the Border: Eritrea Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:09:44 +0000 http://senduq.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/#comment-547 [...] Before we dive into this highly contrived and controversial topic that’s been a cause for wars let me show you some of the tints on my glasses … after all, it is through the lenses we grow into that we see all of the world. I’ve lived in Ethiopia most of my life and love it ardently. I identify myself as an Ethiopian; yes! with its many contradictions, conflicted narrative and ultra-ubernationalism. [...] [...] Before we dive into this highly contrived and controversial topic that’s been a cause for wars let me show you some of the tints on my glasses … after all, it is through the lenses we grow into that we see all of the world. I’ve lived in Ethiopia most of my life and love it ardently. I identify myself as an Ethiopian; yes! with its many contradictions, conflicted narrative and ultra-ubernationalism. [...]

]]> By: senduQ » Why I write about Ethnicity… http://www.senduq.com/2007/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/comment-page-1/#comment-377 senduQ » Why I write about Ethnicity… Sat, 14 Mar 2009 01:21:38 +0000 http://senduq.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/#comment-377 [...] chillipepperz in the land of superlatives [...] [...] chillipepperz in the land of superlatives [...]

]]> By: Reading our Ethnic Past through Genes « |s?nduQ| http://www.senduq.com/2007/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/comment-page-1/#comment-87 Reading our Ethnic Past through Genes « |s?nduQ| Wed, 12 Mar 2008 14:43:56 +0000 http://senduq.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/#comment-87 [...] on feelings of entitlement; entitled to opportunities and resources, to a full unabashed and proud representation of who i am, who ‘we’ [...] [...] on feelings of entitlement; entitled to opportunities and resources, to a full unabashed and proud representation of who i am, who ‘we’ [...]

]]> By: tpeace http://www.senduq.com/2007/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/comment-page-1/#comment-92 tpeace Mon, 12 Nov 2007 18:00:13 +0000 http://senduq.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/#comment-92 wendim, i'm blown away by your articulation... i would love <a href="mailto:tsepeaces@gmail.com" rel="nofollow">to catch a glimpse</a> of any of your written pieces, should allow it... And shall i say... I empathize... "it now pains me whenever my impulse kicks in and I feel like intellectualizing and pontificating on issues…" - |*sigh*| that's simply disheartening! can i ask you if you ask yourself "why not??" there's a saying that's been stuck in my head since i heard it.... "I regret not the things I've done, but those I did not do." I do not claim to have any answers to your probing thoughts but it seems such a pity that given the talent and..uh...passion I sense from ur comment, that you would feel apathy toward formulating those threads into captivating bubbles... i for one can't wait to look back at what i once wrote and at the most amusing think: "how preposterous!", smile and remember the fabulous time I had writing it...and what was happening in life @ that time... wendim, i’m blown away by your articulation… i would love to catch a glimpse of any of your written pieces, should allow it…

And shall i say… I empathize…

“it now pains me whenever my impulse kicks in and I feel like intellectualizing and pontificating on issues…” – |*sigh*|
that’s simply disheartening! can i ask you if you ask yourself “why not??”
there’s a saying that’s been stuck in my head since i heard it…. “I regret not the things I’ve done, but those I did not do.”
I do not claim to have any answers to your probing thoughts but it seems such a pity that given the talent and..uh…passion I sense from ur comment, that you would feel apathy toward formulating those threads into captivating bubbles…
i for one can’t wait to look back at what i once wrote and at the most amusing think: “how preposterous!”, smile and remember the fabulous time I had writing it…and what was happening in life @ that time…

]]> By: Xunarax http://www.senduq.com/2007/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/comment-page-1/#comment-91 Xunarax Sat, 10 Nov 2007 16:39:18 +0000 http://senduq.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/chili-pepperzz-in-the-land-of-superlatives/#comment-91 ahh... I love your last sentence. Casually put but it seems to hide a lot of annoyance dipped in bemusement... May I imagine hearing an angry voice... color: purple... going "This A.hole thinks he knows what I been through...uh uh... who the phuque does he think he izz?!"... but somehow I suspect you don't speak that way... hehe... The life experiences I imagined? Well, be intrigued no more... There were none. Gin for some reason, I feel the urge to do a confessional/meQebaTer here... I am killing time - and it's killing me - and I haven't had many people to umm.. talk to these days..... Relax, ihit... I am no troll and after many years of bitter lessons, I have approached a point where I have resigned to never being able to understand humans... and after many attempts I am getting close to permanently pausing my natural (?) tendencies of evaluation/judgement/competition of/with people around me. I've finally realized that there is overwhelmingly little that I know... that I can know......that it now pains me whenever my impulse kicks in and I feel like intellectualizing and pontificating on issues... Ij seTichalehu. astonished. There was a time when I used to like scribbling my thoughts...passionate - I still love that word -thoughts... I remember witnessing threads..wisps of thought transforming before my mind's eye into umm...effervescent bubbles which gushed out of my head as I put them down on paper... As obscene as I may risk sounding especially talking to a lady... the feeling was not unlike ejaculating... ahhh... there! thoughts immortalized... But... that was then. Futile hopes & efforts for stumbling on... lol..truth or on vanity's lure of etching my mark for eternity... The insanity of pride... a life of fear...the lonely, lonely walks of anxiety...What the phuque! As my brothers would say, someone/somethin had to tell me what's what. It all falls down.... Tift. Dirgim zim. CHiCH. How life is filled with these potholes...which break into tunnels of absolute darkness impervious to any light...How death can seem a sweet sweet retreat... one can almost imagine the beautiful posters that can be made for the after-death... if they had any good tourism bureau there... but then, I guess they don't need one,..... FeTary Amlak hoy. Ante aleh. Ant tifeTSimaleh. Ante NEH. ijain yazewe ibakih. Asayegne. I can't even begin to think about imagining your life experiences, ihit. And that's about as true a statement as I can ever express... By the way Wodayt akababy newe yaleshiw Amerika wisT? ....Wode hager bet temelash nesh woys in for the long haul? ahh… I love your last sentence.

Casually put but it seems to hide a lot of annoyance dipped in bemusement… May I imagine hearing an angry voice… color: purple… going “This A.hole thinks he knows what I been through…uh uh… who the phuque does he think he izz?!”… but somehow I suspect you don’t speak that way… hehe… The life experiences I imagined? Well, be intrigued no more… There were none.

Gin for some reason, I feel the urge to do a confessional/meQebaTer here… I am killing time – and it’s killing me – and I haven’t had many people to umm.. talk to these days…..

Relax, ihit… I am no troll and after many years of bitter lessons, I have approached a point where I have resigned to never being able to understand humans… and after many attempts I am getting close to permanently pausing my natural (?) tendencies of evaluation/judgement/competition of/with people around me. I’ve finally realized that there is overwhelmingly little that I know… that I can know……that it now pains me whenever my impulse kicks in and I feel like intellectualizing and pontificating on issues…

Ij seTichalehu. astonished.

There was a time when I used to like scribbling my thoughts…passionate – I still love that word -thoughts… I remember witnessing threads..wisps of thought transforming before my mind’s eye into umm…effervescent bubbles which gushed out of my head as I put them down on paper… As obscene as I may risk sounding especially talking to a lady… the feeling was not unlike ejaculating… ahhh… there! thoughts immortalized… But… that was then.
Futile hopes & efforts for stumbling on… lol..truth or on vanity’s lure of etching my mark for eternity…
The insanity of pride… a life of fear…the lonely, lonely walks of anxiety…What the phuque! As my brothers would say, someone/somethin had to tell me what’s what. It all falls down….
Tift.
Dirgim

zim.
CHiCH.

How life is filled with these potholes…which break into tunnels of absolute darkness impervious to any light…How death can seem a sweet sweet retreat… one can almost imagine the beautiful posters that can be made for the after-death… if they had any good tourism bureau there… but then, I guess they don’t need one,…..

FeTary Amlak hoy.
Ante aleh.
Ant tifeTSimaleh.
Ante NEH.

ijain yazewe ibakih.

Asayegne.

I can’t even begin to think about imagining your life experiences, ihit. And that’s about as true a statement as I can ever express…

By the way Wodayt akababy newe yaleshiw Amerika wisT? ….Wode hager bet temelash nesh woys in for the long haul?

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