Suleman Ali

About Me (Circa 2002)

Hey there, my name is Suleman Ali. Notably, my "praenomen" backwards is Namelus. For some reason, I am eerily proud of that. Anyway, I am a 19 year old Zeus living in Altanta, GA (home to Olympics if not Olympus) and attending the august Georgia Institute of Technology. I love Atlanta, primarily because it is home to such Wonders of the World as the pyramids of Gisa, Jimmy Carter's peanut farms, and Mel Gibson's left buttcheek.

Native of the Military State of Pakistan, I long (not really, but what kind of man would I be to say I don't) to visit the place. Though Pakistan is disparagingly labeled a third world country, we are proud to be members of the United Nations, where we are manhandled and cajoled by the US like no one else!

Nonetheless, I hope that will all be changed in my lifetime. Perhaps even by my friend and colleague, Chris Lambrecht. An aspiring politician, he sounds like he knows what he's talking about ADD LINKsometimes, so he might win! As a personal favor to me (really just to get my vote), he vows to lift any and all tarriffs and quotas the US imposes on Pakistani goods. Chris is a funny man--a Keynesian inside the body of a Republican, a Relativist behind the non-malleable face of Absolutism.

I have some wide ranging interests, from trying to convince myself I like "art" (whatever the hell that isn't) to marveling at the workmanship of objects around me. By workmanship I mean everything from toilets (why aren't they deeper, that I may yell to myself "Bombs Away!" "Look out below!") to the nation of China.

Unlike most romantics of this day and age, I have no lust for visiting space or the Grand Canyon or African wildlife. Not because those places aren't awesome, but for some reason or another than escapes me at the moment.

A few months ago, I had a brush with death, but my good friend and hero Chetan Bedi bailed my fellow wusses, Sanket Prajapati & Red Madadi, and me out. He risked his beard and brain to save us, we three who are beardless and brainless. What a man, no?!?!? The harrowing experience has given me new cause to build muscles, wrestle Australians and alligators. To this end, I daily attempt to steel my mind/heart/whateveryouwannacallit against fear of any kind! The plentiful supply of centrum for 55 or older helps....

However, my magnum opus will not be my body, though mind you my opus is quite magnum, but something else. I've considered aimlessly circumambulating the world, but there ain't no money in that! In my estimation, life should be a fifty, sixty year vendetta to do just one damned thing, with everything else meaningless. Now this seems ludicrous as only everything is Everything, but a true life must be this way.?