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To: Mail Editor Pack your QuniCHa-filled aQumada, and get ready to hit the road, buddy! INa ye berberE CHisotch. We will turn your l'il office into our igr metaTebiyya room faster than Al Gore can stuff ballots. Love and kisses. **** To Upper Management Inante dafintamoch: Monica Lewinsky'm sewyewun indih alnezenezechium. eNiNiN...the mail... eNiNiN ... where is... eNiNiN ... the Mail? Ere tinnish wendata. What mail? W'ssha tisamachihu. ***** Not since the heydays of our youth, when we used to dissolve into fits of delirious laughter by making our CHuCHay koltafa siblings pronounce "Qura", have we had more fun than drenching ourselves in SELEDA mail. Frightening. It is frightening. November's My Story got a lot of attention, mostly echoing Mikael Melaku's sentiments: "I just finished reading My Story. I wish I could cry. It is the best piece I ever read." However, some of you were apparently shocked, shocked by it. Ayzon! Writes EGM, "...Sensational, indeed, it is. But do you verify some of your sources? "My Story"...is very troubling. Is it really true? My wife wouldn't believe me when I told her what I read on your site." While it is true, EGM, that a few of us here worked our way through college moonlighting as joro Tebbi s for the student government, we would feel previously unfelt yiluNta if we started demanding "mereja yimTal'n" with story submissions. And not because we find anything implicitly wrong with virtual people who are meshegoT -ed in cyber CHelema asking others for carnE. In fact, we find the demented irony in that appallingly seductive. Gnnnn, le werE ayamech'm. So it is strictly a "don't ask, won't tell" policy that we have here. Also on My Story, Alem Gebriel, on whom we were not tempted to run a background check, had this to share with the writer. "I read your story sitting in my living room in Houston, Texas. I admire your strength and courage... Things happened, you made your choice, and did the right thing. I wish the man you were involved with were as brave and responsible... I was not here ten years ago, but if you decided to return or visit Houston, the Ethiopian community has grown and is stronger now...." Yep. It has. And we can attest to that. Last time we were in Houston, the Ethiopian Community was swift in strong-arming the d'rash out of us, precisely 7 1/2 minutes after we dragged ourselves in. Something about an ordinance against "nfTachew inde deha sh'ro minshor-o-shor shokakoch".... An ordinance, BY THE WAY, no one had bothered to tell us about!! Andersm neber. Boston, on the other hand, is teeming with people who would not hesitate to step over the likes of us to catch the T. Says Alegneta Asfaw about Lost in Boston. "... the [number] of Ethiopians I have seen in the past year must have been a maximum of three. However, this year it seems like they have come out. I see two per day, which is quite amazing..." 'Tis. And one of them, Alegneta, just happens to an ex-SELEDA intern to whom you sometimes say a quick hello before you mamateb yourself asra huletE and run for dear life. We hope you never stay for his "Ke-SELEDA barinet weTahu" speech. Sew'u indiyaw sm maTfat yiwedal. "I live in Boston," declares Sintayehu Dehnie, "and it is true it is really hard to find Ethiopians... But I don't like [the writer's] sarcastic comment about our Church. It is true there are some administration problems around the Church, but the services are being conducted according to our dogmas and doctrines. If the writer wants to see, confirm and regret his sarcastic remarks, here is the address to the Church: 85 Seaverns Avenue, Jamaica Plain. He can take the Orange Line T and get off at Green Station and it's a two-minute walk from there." As victims of chronic, er, "administration problems" (is having upper management fumigate our office with DDT while we're in it still considered an 'administration problem'?), we totally understand Sintayehu's distress. But, just for fun, we did run Yoftahe's name by Interpol and... let's just say he is on more dubious "Most Wanted" lists than your average, full-grown, third-shift, TMS temari. So, it might actually be an undisguised blessing that he stays as far away from Seaverns Avenue as possible, unless the Tsebel there is 100% concentrated. The SELEDA Top Ten, has a new adera abat in Malak Shumburo. "[It] was quite a riot. The A'tlant'a jab was cute, but I do take exception to #5. Look, New Jersey (although not technically a city) isn't just NY's left armpit, or Philadelphia's right one, for that matter. Dammit, New Jersey boasts the longest stretch of industrial wasteland this side of Chernobyl, not to mention the highest concentration of big-haired, gum-popping Señorinas in the entire western realm. These, of course, are just two shiny pearls on New Jersey's laundry list of infamous distinctions. Hey, I'm not bitter, just PISSED OFF that I'm stuck in the racial profiling capital of the country for a few months on my way to New York so I can have the world revolve around me!" Which reminds us, the last time we were in N'Jerssi, we, um, left a little leather bag that might have contained several different colored pills. And, call us pill-popping paranoid persnickety people,... but...we get a feeling Malak has found our bag. Anteyewa, esti send it back. (And FYI: the pretty pink ones are downers.) (Note to selves: schedule play times with Malak and upper management's wuqabbis.) Finally, on the Cities issue, Abdel52: "I had a job offer that I couldn't have refused from a company in Austin. My first reaction was, Austin, Texas.....hell no! Wanted to tell the recruiter that he could be sued for fighting words. Passed. Then I started to think... well it wouldn't be so bad... pick up cow tipping as a hobby, work on my line dancing. Then came November SELEDA issue. I read the article Hulé Ehudand I though it was addressed to me personally, to help me make a decision. Ezger yisTachiu, all that reasoning went out through the door. I couldn't forgive myself if I took this job not heeding Abebush's advice... got to be content with where I am and decline the offer... Or is it...? Austin here I come. Who knows, I might bump in to Abebush while waiting for my Paxil refill too..." Hmmmm. (Second note to selves: Make Ammanuel Hospital aware that we have found its missing patients.) From what we hear, Austin is the only other city that offered Mengistu refuge, so, right there, we see problems. The kind of problems that make us wonder if we shouldn't put a velvet rope around people who are thinking of moving there and charging admission. Ere wedia! ...Hold! Wait a QEra minute! Austin is the only city that still lets us in. Ok. We love Austin. Whattya waiting for, man! Move, already! And here we come. October was our Education issue, and true to form, whenever we think we've parted the seas of intellect, we are firmly put back in our menaTi corner. Regarding our Know Your Tabots, Redeat Bayleyegn set us straight with this ye CHewa sew kurkum. "...as though there is no kah'n by where you live to get it right, you just post something without FOUR Tabot names? I must say I'm shocked. Whatever happened to "investigative journalism" or is there no such concept at SELEDA! By the way, just FYI, the Orthodox Churches (both "Eastern" and "Oriental") dedicate each day for not only one saint, martyr, occasion, angel or the Person of the Trinity, but for more than one. That is called dr'b Tabot. Did you know the Egyptians or Coptic Orthodox Christians commemorate Qdus Tekle-Haimanot the Ethiopian on the 24th of each month, just like we Orthodox Ethiopians, do? Anyway, here are the four missing Tabots: #2. MeT'miku Yohannes (John the Baptist) Also, Iyob (Job), Elias (Elijah?) ... #9. Qdus Tomas (St. Thomas the Martyr, early church father)... #18. Qdus Yemane Berhan (an Ethiopian saint who walked on water and also saved school children from drowning)... #20. H'ntsete (the commemoration of the building of the first church dedicated to Emebet'ach'n Qdist Mariam) ... Also, corrections: Our brother Belachew Bessoma was not correct on: #13. No Igziabhaer Ab there....Rufael, yes. #14 should be #15 and #15 should be #14. #26 No Abba Habte-Mariam there...The day is dedicated to Qdus Gabriel and Qdus Zecharias (the father of MeT'miQu Yohannes), the day they spoke about the child's inception. Luke 1 or 2." Hmmmm. ... ... ... (BLINK) (BLINK) (BLINK) Yes, but...we... we know who shot J.R.! That... it... hmmm. It must count for something. (Is it us or are these dunce caps kinda tight...?) Goodnight, Nellie! Thank you, Redeat, for setting the record set, and it must be transparent by now that a kah'n is as elusive a phenomenon as 'investigative reporting' around the SELEDA aTr gbbi. Moving riiiiiight along....... "I am writing about the Tabots," informs us Kiki, whose email handle is (kefitachiu y'neT'len!) 'msthang73'. Silence, please, while she imparts knowledge! "Instead of memorizing all the Tabots, you need to be saved through Christ. Read John 3:16." Ok, Ms. Smarty Pants. If you're so smart, who shot JR?" Really. Moving riiiiight along..... esti foQeQ... We managed to under-whelm someone named WurgaT with October's Bawza: Yetemare YigdeleN? "SELEDA people: minew minew *weyneeeee* minew zemedoch. I was seriously looking into writing most of your staff into my will....and thanks to an early exit from enat Nasdaq and a weak heart....you were all poised to b'liCH -b'liCH (bling-bling). Eshi, tadya minew...mineeewww...who was sleeping on duty when Bawza was put into the current issue? The writing was sophomoric at best... Besmeab... benatachihu...don't publish every article you get...please. You are at your best when you are discriminating and snobbish. SELEDA is not for everyone. It is for the brilliant few to write on, and the smitten lot like me to slobber over. BeQa... neger tebelashe..." Classic dilemma: being in the will of someone who exited Nasdaq yannE sew sew beneberebet gizE, versus defending what we thought was one of the best articles we've ever published? Ay SayTan... sifetantenen... Enough money to buy us editorial integrity, or editorial integrity? It's like having to choose your favorite child, which, if we remember correctly, was a very easy choice for our parents. Aw, shucks, we still have a shred of dignity (SayTan: "If it is just a shred, then why not lose it? You won't miss it..." ... Ante kffu menfess... ke iNa raQ! RaQ!). OK, WurgaT, you are wrong we are right. Read it again and call us in the morning. Ye hageru peacekeeping forces could not spare the October Backpage from being deluged by sniffly emails from alumnis of them prissy l'il schools who breed prissy l'il people who have prissy l'il feelin's that get hurt at the drop of a prissy l'il feather. Abo! Ere tinnish QomTeT! ItyoPPyawian aydelen inday? Our favorite "who-wai you garra be so mean" leQso came from Yemisrach Bruck Kebede. "First off, let me say that I enjoy reading SELEDA every month." Uh-oh. Flattery. Good placating ammo. "However, I noticed repeated comments about my old school--Lycée Guebre Mariam. I happen to be a well-educated, French-speaking, proud Ethiopian!!! I don't understand why you always have to portray us as being sell-outs (French people loving), and spoiled brats. We in fact happen to be the nicest people and most respectful of both cultures and history (Ethiopian as well as French). On the Backpage section of this month's issue, you guys had the opportunity to reveal the excellence of the schools you mentioned. However, you chose to be sleazy and took a step further in the road to ruin our reputation (once again!!!)..." D'rom eko b'lenal. Ehem... Yemisrach, for the record, we have never portrayed Lycée students as sellouts. Oversexed molaCHa muliCH'liCHs? Yes. Baby Fiat denizens? Once... g'fuu bi'bal, twice. Undereducated neger felagii's? Ok, more than once. Inebriated, soulless, humorless, defensive shells? Not more than ten times... max. (And maybe in the heat of an argument we might have called Lycée the f'rash tera of Addis A'ba schools....) Gn, sellouts? Alaln'm! AlweTan'm! And as for being Francophiles... mn taregu? And, we never make fun of people's illnesses... Now we're feeling bad... damn guilt. OoooKKK... to make nice-nice, we promise that the next time we see a Lycée-ite hawking watches at the Centre de Pompidou, we will buy something ...without asking for ye zemed waga. Nice enough? And just as our spirits were beaten and we were feeling horrid, a little something to lift our spirits from someone who signed his/her name, 'Minagebachuh': Whatever one might say about private school students, one must admit they mawlebleb their yelEba Tat like no one else. It is what our AmariNa teacher use to call signs of M-m-m-'chot. September, you may remember, was our Diaspora/Exile issue, and the most popular article it turner out was In Search of My Identity in the Diaspora. Writes Abede Alu: " 'I didn't want to go to heaven half-Ethiopian' is *the* rallying cry of our generation. It is a case of 'inem alehuu'nante-yyay. From the far western corner of these United States, someone heard my erroro. What makes me ityopian? seleda... seleda... seleda... Like a beautiful 18-year-old whore, you make me break my heart every time. I just want to live my life... sidet, mekera and r'hab have made me tired. But I read articles like this, and you stir the dying embers of my wounds. No, not even I, want to go to hell (that is where I am sprinting to, alas) half-Ethiopian." Esshiiii... Is it the puritan or the anti-youth curmudgeon in us that winced at that ye asra s'mmint amet, not-so lij'aggered metaphor? Probably the latter, which is why we have a puff pastry's chance in a microwave of going to heaven 1/8th Ethiopian. We'll compose ourselves whilst you read Yared's more salient analysis. His email to the writer of In Search of My Identity...reads in part, "I identified so well with your sentiment of the lack of something fundamental that we Ethiopians believe in. I have had many discussions with friends about this same topic. Everything about us, even the name "ETHIOPIA" is a topic open for discussion and subjective interpretations. I find that at some point in your life, you just decide and choose who you are. No amount of rationalization and analysis can tell you that. I do not consider myself a religious person. I am among the millions who have been baptized in the Orthodox church, but I cannot honestly say that I am a Christian, let alone an Ethiopian Orthodox. There are times when I feel especially brave that I tell myself that I am an atheist. Anyway, I say this not as a confessional, but as background to what I want to say. I have tried to understand what the Ethiopian Orthodox church has that makes it different from other Christian churches, other than the name. I get hung up in the theological disputes between the Byzantine church and the Roman church... I think then that I have lost, as have many people of our and our parents' generations, the secret that religion should be secondary to spirituality. It should be first and foremost a personal, meditative experience. However, when I consider that the Church asks you to pray and fast so much, to repeat prayers so many times, to celebrate divinity in the name of Saint George, St Michael, Lideta Mariam, Qusquam Mariam, Gebrial etc..., I understand it is challenging you to make the faith the center of your life. At the very least, you are being asked to consider yourself as a part of something much bigger than yourself. Or, if we take what the Buddhists or Sufists imply, to recognize the God in you. To me, it is showing an Ethiopian tradition of arriving at the divine inside yourself. In today's "western" world where "personal spirituality" is so highly pursued, our Ethiopian church has a lot to say about the matter. It has been practicing "meditation" for two thousand years before the word was cool in the West. I believe that not only do we have a proud tradition that is second to none in its teachings, but that it has many things it can teach us on how to make our daily life here in the exiled west better. As a very simple matter, just imagine how healthy we would all be if we just followed the fasting and dietary stipulations. Or if we were all to take five minutes or less every day out of the hustle and bustle of the modern life to pause, take a deep breathe, give thanks for our blessings and think of those we have wronged. When you say this is your last word on the topic, I want to say to you, "Say what?!" We need a young, hip, college educated Ethiopians to tell the rest of us young, hip, college educated Ethiopians the meat and the mereq of how and why you found the ancient faith of our forefathers relevant for your here and now." ... ... ... Er... Yared... we think Kiki would prefer it if you just read John 3:16. Our friend Demiss Taye was more succinct in his stream of consciousness. "I just read Tenderness, Ethiopian Style This is the reason why I keep coming back to this web site. A friend said once: It's like oil that can sooth a rusty soul. For me it's like Maxwell House, good 'til the last drop." You see, a metaphor we can live with... even as it reduces us to a sub-par, faux coffee producing Multinational Corporation that uses child labor. We like. It is not very often that we get mail about The Mail. "The new SELEDA has reached alarming heights," applauds Heran Sereke-Brhan. "I still haven't stopped laughing from the response to mail. May the cry of ityopia tiQdem; mediocrity (or rather, mededinet) yiwdem! resound kaTnaf aTnaf . May the trip we are all on continue to yield healthy madness...(amen)." Amen!! Even though the last time we checked not even 1/18th of the SELEDA madness can be medically qualified as healthy, (ask them Lycée sewetch... oh, hi Lycée sewetch), we are pretty darn proud of it. Tewbel, our favorite new SELEDA color commentator (that position had been vacant for a while now) graced us with his take on The Gilding and Life Diaries. "Feleke's 'The Gilding' is a marvelous piece. The description of the Emperor and the setting, the historical context, his ruminations about a time long past, the personages of his entourage past and present, were vivid and awesome. In my imagination I lived every moment. He must have done a lot of research; but beyond that, only an Ethiopian born and immersed in ItyoPPiyawinet could write with such in-depth, sensitivity and understanding of our pathos. I hope that he will make of book of it. One important element missing in our culture is literature, especially the fiction lb-weled which mirrors our soul and allows us to dialogue with our personal and national life. I hope that SELEDA will be the womb that will give birth to a new Ethiopian literary renaissance." Ay womb! Indihm argo womb yele! We are telling you, we are teetering on 1/19th Ethiopian-ness, and our only literary uterus is bearing children who yell obscenities at God-fearing, well-educated, really, really nice private school students. Tadiya ahoon esti gorebEt mn yilal if we became the pavers of the "new Ethiopian literary renaissance" path? YliQ esti, Tewbel, sile Life Diariesawgan. "...I have the impression that they are falling in love. I am green with jealousy, why can't I find some other RomanWerQ? Even without the werQ? Watch out Melaku! The woyzerit is no dekamit. She sounds like a great lady in the Ethiopian tradition (iron hand in a velvet glove)..." If we may interject... what velvet glove? Because all we know (at least all we feel on our inde aknbalo yegobeTe backs from poundings from ET chicks) are iron hands with brass knuckles in granite casings... Have we been looking for love in the wrong places? We have, haven't we? Qeleblaboch! Meanwhile, Drums Beat got this 'thumbs up' from Girum Tesfaye. "I really can not stress enough how much I enjoyed [it]. After reading it through, I can honestly say that that entry was an eye opener. So many of us Ethiopians live through a transparent blindfold through which we see selectively. I realized that with so many bridges now available to us to cross over so many barriers, only a shameful few of us are willing to cross the bridges back to where we came from. Also, the sad part comes in the fact that not too many of us are willing to admit our lack of contribution (in any way) to our mother country. "Drums Beat"... served its purpose and really forces one to change within before trying to change the world." Amen. And... if you haven't heard, Girum, we at SELEDA are the whacchamacallit... the... we are the phelopian tubes... of a new movement to resuscitate abolished Ethiopian literary ... bicha dehna position new. AyasniQm. "This is for the person who was crying because he left his country and his niece was born here," was how Addis started off his railing against The Sweetest of Sounds. "Give praise for each day. Nobody held you here. If you want to go to your country just get up and go. Don't kill the spirits of the new comers by crying like a baby. I think the problem with people like you is your parents made all the decisions for you without your knowledge, and when finally you awaken from your sleep and take control of your life, you get confused. You don't even remember the roads you traveled because you were sleeping while your parents lived your life for you. So ask your parents or something and recover from your exile depression or whatever you call it. Peace!!" Echick, echick, echick! Damn straight, Addis! And the neger ay'yayajj s that we have proclaimed ourselves to be, we lost no time in forwarding Addis' comments to the writer with a coy invitation for a response to this wrgibn. And just as we primed ourselves for an all out war, we got an email form the writer informing us that, the, er, the parents (cough!) would not give permission for their child to pen a reply. Stunned, we sent an amalaj... and this time we got a response from the parents who in no unwavering terms told us that their child has been given clear instructions punctuated with an "Esti nQ'nQ!" So, Addis... guess we have to proclaim you the winner. We hate it when that happens. As we segue into the miscellaneous part of The Mail (and not a moment too soon) we got a curious message from a B.F. with a subject line "Buying you out". LeTiQom, "The up-and-coming kids here at Habesha would very much like to buy out SELEDA. Please name your price." You see? This is the difference between them sweet "up-and-coming" kids and us Derg weshmeTachnin yeQeberew azawnts. If it were us, we wouldn't be politely inquiring about the price for a SELEDA buy out. Qeldun tewut! We would have burst into the SELEDA offices, clumsily hauling Uzis and Uzos, and declaring an Abiyotawi Tgl, and then making ten-point "computer le-computer-regochu" awajs, and proceed to mowing down whoever stands in our way. Ah. The ways of our parents. Ay gizE. Now, the protocol is mamelketcha maQreb. But, a little point of Qr malet. Mnew B.F.? Inde St. Mary temari "Snt new wagaw?" alken'sa? No mashkormem? No, 'I think you and I share the same kilil and wereda'??? 'Ta! We are offended. Speaking of stupendous pedigree, we received this request from Kibur Ato Demissew Gedamu. "As a father of two adolescent, college-educated children, I would like to thank you for the entertainment and information your web site is providing for the rapidly growing members of Ethiopian community here in US. Please add to ever growing popularity of your web site. One area you can serve these young professionals is in the area of MATCH MAKING. Most hyphenated Ethiopians have a hard time meeting Ethiopian partners. Your SELEDA should cater to this under-served segment of Ethiopian society. So open a match-making page in your web site. I guarantee you, you will be pleasantly surprised by the response. A Concerned parent." The neholel-minded people that we are, we had forgotten that we have been promising to take the next cyber step into making SELEDA interactive, and we thank Gash Demissew for the gentle reminder. We have committees set up to do komitay-type things to actualize this effort, but, y'know the komitay members couldn't get along with the sub-komitay members who hated the sub-sub komitay wana Tsehafi. So, how about the readers suggesting how we can take the dadE steps to full-fledged interactivity. Send your strategies to editors@seleda.com. Then comes this from Amicho ("Ye Israel Garage Lij): "Maybe I am romanticizing or I am just a person who hasn't seen that many good ideas. Maybe most Ethiopians from the East are bright and articulate. Maybe I haven't searched hard enough. "BUT" I have never before seen such informative, mind stimulating articles and futile attempts at humor. I am impressed with SELEDA and will start contributing when you bring your standards down a notch. Great Job." Lower'ri? Lower'ri? Gobez, any lower and we will not make it to gehanem 1/100th Ethiopians! As it is, someone will probably perform a vasectomy on our short-lived status as wombs to literary progress. Mnew jal? We went searching for love and stumbled across this... this iras mtat and ye lib dkam disguised as email from Tesfaw. "I am someone who is truly sick and tired of your rude, unintelligent, and stupid remarks when you respond to peoples comments. I really do not know who the F...you think you are, but you are not whomever you think of your self to be." [Hey... our therapist and part-time nisseha abat said the same thing! Of all co-inki-dinks.] "First, your articles are long, verbose, and lack depth. It is simply safe to say that the articles and you the editors are far too remote from making sense. Second, you assume that you represent the upper class of Ethiopia, when indeed there was, and still isn't such thing as upper or "habtam" in Ethiopia-it is time for your rude awakening and see that you are not and you were not all that in any and every sense of the word..." Habtams? Who? Us? Mn s'Qaii geban! Not that we thrive in airing our dirty butantis in such a public forum, but, woefully, it is true that we have been reduced to mortgaging all (hulunim!) our winter chalets in order fend off a hostile takeover by "up-and-coming" sprouts of children who made their first million before they turned 29. (We can never live that wurdet down!) Lerrasachn, the "inesuma they still live (if you can call it living) in a tiny 5000 s.f. apartama in the very un-trendy side of the West "doro maneqia" Village" hamet is ruining our reputation. Demo habtams! This is what they call 'Qusil lie meCHefer'. Our abro adegs are shr gud-ing the continents in their latest Hawker 700A, while we are sardined into our ye CHisseNa Gulfstream V. Habtams? Zm tilalachiu? Ehem... esti snie s'rat. Demmo'ko tilq sew ba'nagernibet affachin.... Now... we are sure we irked Tes somewhere (lord knows, we seem to do that to some people) and he was just venting after a hard day's work at Texaco. And we bet he is good people.. the kind who have taken public transportation more than once. So, we will magnanimously let bygones be bygones, and thank him for his observances. (Third note to selves: send Tes tulips as a peace offering... ones from Minnesota. We can't afford to make a jaunt to Amsterdam to hand-pick the real thing for him. Wei Ch'gar! Ch'gar CHeresen!) See? We make nice-nice nicely. As one SELEDA editor puts it often, if you look hard enough for love, (and pay asking price) love will come to you. And love to us came in T. Yonas's message. "Wow! There is nothing like reading your articles on a Sunday morning. It is definitely a spiritual experience. I always imagine myself sitting around the people that write in, and yourselves, of course, laughing until it hurts. You provide that slightly drunk feeling on a Saturday night, when everything is funny, and everyone is so damn attractive, and all in the privacy of your own home." And as those who know us know, the only way we look attractive is on Sunday mornings, between the hours of ... mmm, 4:20 a.m. and 4:22 a.m., after several generous melekias of white zinfindel. Thank you, T. Yonas. The skies parted further and our acting patron saint (Yeka Medhanialem) rained more love on us.... this time from Danny G. Abebe from Addis Abeba. "Very few things we encounter in life make us realize that this Ethiopian patriotism ain't just a catch phrase. I thank SELEDA for doing just that, and everybody who contributes to it also. I am just a so-called investment banker/analyst by profession, but in reality, I am just a bohemian azmari bEt bum that convinced himself conversations with grandma was more important than stock options, so I moved back home to fulfill this elusive dream. I would love somebody from SELEDA to drop me a note so I may not feel left out from this special SELEDA family." Thank you, Danny. Per your request we would have burnt your ears with several disjointed 'conversations' masquerading as emails, alas, you didn't include an email address, which gives you time to rescind. (Acceptable outs are, "temporary insanity", "permanent insanity" and/or "that was not me who wrote that email, it was that CHoma-rass wendimaE"... ) And finnnallly, from Baheilu, "SELEDA, SELEDA I want to make love to SELEDA... SELEDA is my companion from Addis, Canada and US." Everybody except Baheilu stop reading.... ... Bahi... meet us at ye CHuni mad bEt...4:20 a.m. next Sunday morning... sharp! ... On that uplifting note, we say adieu. We love hearing from you. Always. We can be reached 23 hours and 59 minutes/7 days a week at editors@seleda.com. Selam en'hun. The Humble Editors.
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