Saturday, October 1, 2011

these days aren't endless, but they are indeed numbered.

Wow.  I'm already home.  How is that even possible?  I started this travel blog almost 7 months ago, and I surely didn't write enough in it.  At all.  I was too busy "doing" to get wrapped up in writing it all down on a computer.  Don't get me wrong, I have a personal notebook I write in at least once a day (ha, who am I trying to kid, try once a week), but people can't read that.

To capture my last few days at Sadhana Forest, I took a ton of pictures.  Honestly, I only took pictures my first few weeks and my last few weeks, or when I was on vacation, leaving about 19 perfectly good, un-photographed weeks, where I hopefully journaled about all the bad-ass stuff going on in my life.

The most I can say about the last few weeks is that they were awesome; I think the best of all the time I spent at Sadhana Forest.  The people that were volunteering there were all really amazing and had some really fabulous connections with them.  I think that when Jaspreet and Kate left, I was absolutely devastated and thought, how the hell am I going to survive for 5 weeks without them?!?

And then I persevered. And it was incredible.  I felt so liberated and I had to force myself to grow in ways that perhaps I had not been able to do, due to a built in sheltering system that had previously been in place (i.e. aforementioned friends). So, even though I was a cranky, crying biatch for a few days (ok, let's face it, it was probably close to two weeks), I managed to make friends. Easily, even, believe it or not.

It's not like I didn't want to make friends before, I just didn't have to.  I didn't have to interact with strangers at all beyond the superficial level, because I had close friends.  Why invest in someone who's only going to be here for 2 weeks? At least that was my attitude for most of the time I was there, which is kind of shitty.  Yet, it helped to preserve myself, because I had to interact with so many people, for varying lengths of time, it's almost impossible to personally invest in each and every one because it still hurts when they leave.

I figured that since I had grown up always coming and going, leaving and returning, that it would be easy for me to make fast friends at Sadhana Forest, and be able to have them go, no-strings-attached.  But it wasn't like that.  After I lost that first group of friends, that first group of people who I essentially invested my soul in and who were there with me for at least my first month, it was really really really hard to do that again.  So once Jaspreet and Kate arrived, I didn't really do it at all.

Sure, sometimes I'd flirt with some of the boys (hey, I'm shameless) or have small interactions with people because Kate, Jaspreet or Franziska were sick, but once they left, man oh man did I flourish!  I think I did more growing and freeing of my personal self in that time than the entire time I was in India.  I am a bit of a procrastinator so even my heart knew that it had some serious work to do after it'd been wasting away and sitting on it's ass all summer :)

 I didn't plan it; it just happened.  I was joking around with strangers more, I was making plans to go hang around or show people around Auroville more, I got rid of my moped, I stayed at the Forest more, I spent more time with the Family (especially Yorit and the girls), I went swimming late at night even though I was tired, I went out for chai even though I didn't intend on drinking any, I went out of my way to put myself in situations in which I would have once been socially anxious. As a result, I feel amazing.

I feel super-connected with myself (or at least I did when I left, the past few weeks have been a bit hectic with about zilch alone time) and I don't feel self-conscious.  I feel awesome wearing my own skin, and not being sheltered by anyone else's.  I feel the ability to act like myself and to speak my mind, even though it might not be the popular opinion or it might piss someone off.  I'm not as friendly to people in public as I used to be, because I don't have to be, which is something I was actually striving towards.

After working in retail for 10 years (that's right, 10 loooooonnnngggg years), the most recent establishment being one that I sacrificed a lot of personal integrity, energy, attitude and overall self trying to be the "ideal" worker, I've had to work really hard to figure out how I feel on any given day.  When I worked at the "Bounty", even if I felt awful, I had to go into work and pretend I was alright.  And it's not the only job I had to do that at, it's just the most recent example.  And it can even be a good way to get things off of your mind, to just forget about whatever nonsensical bullshit you had on your mind when you walked into work.

Yet, a lot of times, it left me completely detached from my overall sense of self and genuine emotion.  Not to mention I spent plenty of time drinking, partying and staying up til all hours, because my friends/co-workers were coping in the same way, so there's a lot of numbing that takes place in the emotional department.  Writing my thesis on this topic in particular probably didn't help me to cope any better, even though I was studying coping mechanisms, and I knew what worked and what didn't, I still was engaging in self-destructive behavior.

That's quite a bit to process. I'm still processing, after 6 solid months in India after the completion of my thesis.  As awesome as it is to say I finished it, it still doesn't feel like it's done.  I still will wake up sometimes and feel panicked, but then realize, "Nope, it's over. Go back to bed."  Having that thing hanging off my shoulders for over a year and a half, then finishing it 3 days before I left for India was pretty insane.  It definitely didn't give me any time to process before I left!

Thus, the past few months and weeks have been used to help get connected to my actual self, whatever that means, lol.  I started meditating more, instead of merely counting my yoga practice as meditation.  Though yoga is a form of meditation, it doesn't take as much focus as actually sitting down and sifting through your thoughts to separate the healthy ones from the poisonous ones. I started riding my bike more (ha, like 2 miles a day, 3 times a week, but still!). I stopped feeling obligated to uphold every single social activity that I committed myself to, but committing to those that would make me grow (i.e. feel slightly uncomfortable) the most.

Why would I do such a thing?  Well, there is some reason behind it.  Sometimes I make too many plans, then get overwhelmed and don't want to do any of them.  Or sometimes I'll make plans with people, and the thought of hanging out with them gives me anxiety, so I'll cancel.  On several occassions, an extremely attractive man, whom I've gotten to know relatively well in my time in Auroville, asked me to have lunch with him.  And I repeatedly bailed.

Why, you might ask? Though I may appear as a confident, unphazeable, brazen young woman, I'm actually extremely shy around members of the opposite sex, especially if they're extremely good-looking.  So in my last week in Auroville, I ran into this extremely attractive individual, who informed me that he knew I was leaving.  I mentioned lunch and he was like "How do I know you're actually going to show up?" And I rattled some shit about having phone anxiety (which is actually true) and that I absoltely wouldn't bail.

So we had lunch the next day.  I showed up on-time (a rareity for me in India!) and we had a good time.  I even managed to tell him why I had been so flaky around him the past few months, and I told him the God's honest truth: because he's so attractive, I feel dorky and unattractive and have anxiety thinking about what kind of topics to talk about with him.  He was very flattered, to say the least, and assured me that I was crazy and that those things aren't true about me.  I know this!  But he's so attractive it would make me insecure, how does that even make sense?

Anyway, this is just one example of ways in which I accepted and stepped up to the challenges that once used to plague me in my life.  I also managed to tell another friend I thought he was really cute and I wanted to kiss him.  He didn't really have a response, I guess it is an awkward thing to just drop on someone while hanging out.  Yet, we kissed later that day.  That's all it was, but it's a really powerful thing, to know that you think something or want something, and be able to reveal it or ask for it, regardless of consequences you might meet.  Previously in my life, it was the thought of those consequences that kept me from even asking or revealing something like this in the first place. Now, it's like Pandora's box has been opened: I feel liberated from myself.

Ok, blah blah blah, I know this isn't as fun of a blog post as some of my past ones, but I feel it's pivotal in explaining what happened to me while in India.  There are many, many other things which have helped me to become who I am today, but it would probably be trite and boring to keep making a list.  These are definitely a few of the most monumental I have experienced, though.

I need to reiterate how much I loved being at the Forest.  It changed my life! Now that I'm home, I realize how most of the people I know don't think like me, most of them don't want to live their lives they way I want to live mine, which is kind of sad, but at the same time I understand.  Living in a hut made out of casuarina, banana leaves and rope and pooping in a hole in the ground and covering it with sawdust isn't for everybody.  Yet, now that I've tried it, that's how I want to live in the long-run.  I feel so much less superficial, have zero drive to be a consumer, and have so much less patience for are. But I should get into that more in my next post, the one where I talk about what it's actually like to be home.

I'll leave you with some photos of my last days in the forest: it's only been 2 weeks, but it seems like they were taken months ago...

Love and light and hugs and stuff...

 Shalev and Sadhana: they live at Sadhana Forest permanently and they're BFF's!
 A kick-ass lunch (dal bhadi), whipped up by a houseful of Rajastani princes :)
 My favorite Rajastani prince, Vikram: doesn't he look like a brown Jeff Goldblum? I sure think so.
 Koot Road at night: partha master!
 Chai, the favorite past-time of many.
 Finally snapped a pic of the Matrimandir myself. I'm so sly.
 Sweating the days away.
 Crash 'n burn took took: one of the people involved in this accident actually died :(
 I <3 nature.
 View from 30 feet above.  Climbed to the top of the water-tower, the highest spot in the Forest, yet another growing experienced.
 Also from the water tower.
 At the entrance...
Good night, Sadhana Forest. Until next time... xo

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Vay-caysh Lanka.


I cannot say enough splendid things about Sri Lanka.  Honestly.  It’s this amazing, lush, beautiful island paradise.  The people are amazing and friendly (wayyy friendlier than India, and the women don’t have to cover up as much and don’t appear to be as oppressed), the food is super good and the tropical fruit tastes better than any other fruit I’ve ever eaten. Scouts honor.  

The pineapple is so sweet it tastes like it’s been infused with coconut. The old coconuts (pol) have tons of fluffy  pulp inside to be scraped out and turned into spicy pol sanbol (it’s like a dry chutney served with all meals, it’s shredded coconut, chili, onion and lime; wow!).  The young coconuts (tambili) are orange (not green) and are filled with at least 16 oz of coconut water (juice, whatever) each.  AND the fruit was cheaper than it is in India.

Pretty much, I’m in love.  I could live there.  I’d just have to get a job that paid in USD or Euros, as the positions for pay available in Sri Lanka aren’t as lucrative as they are elsewhere…

Getting there was an adventure all it's own: holy hell on wheels! We took so many forms of transit in each direction I can't even count them on two hands. Taxi to bus stand to bus stop to train station to took took to airplane to taxi. And that's just the way there!  Traveling is pretty fun and always makes for a good story even if it isn't funny at the time.  
The cab driver who dropped us off at the bus-stand in Pondy was standing with us, making sure we got on the bus and when it pulled up, people were scrambling to jump on it, WHILE IT WAS STILL MOVING! Probably 15-20 people were on it before it stopped. Then Kate the Cripple (she's got an ankle injury) pushed to the front of the line to get a seat, but unfortunately I did not. So I spent the three- hour journey sitting on her backpack, in the aisle on the bus, sleeping on her lap. HA! At the time it was annoying but as soon as we got off the bus it was wayyy funny. I'm actually laughing now...

And we had a 7am flight from Chennai, so we actually left Sadhana Forest at midnight, did our whole planes, trains and automobiles schtick and landed in Sri Lanka at 9am on NO sleep. We were all sorts of wild giddy delirious.  It felt like the longest, but funniest day ever, and we came up with about 9000 inside jokes, hhahahaha.

So yeah, Kate and I split our time over the two weeks between two places: her friend Tash’s grandmother’s place (a totally kick-ass family compound just outside Colombo in Dehiwala) and down on the beach in Unawatuna (staying with Tash’s friends for a few night, then staying in a guest house with a view of the ocean the other nights). Tash is pretty much super awesome!  So glad to have had a chance to meet and hangout with her (she's Kate's bestie); at the end of two weeks I felt like I knew her forever!

To get down the west coast from Tash’s place, we caught a train, the COASTAL train.  It literally runs down the whole west coast, next to the water, all the way from the north in the mountains, to the most southern tip in Matara. So of course for a 3 hour train ride we had enough snacks to last us the whole week. And ate most of them before we got there, hahahahha. The scenery was so beautiful and sad too.

Sri Lanka was hit pretty hard by the tsunami seven years ago, and most people aren’t likely to let you forget it.  Locals that you meet  all have stories about what they were doing when the tsunami hit, or loved ones that they lost, or how they managed to survive.  It wiped out entire villages and each village has these seaside grave markers to denote those lost (sometimes there’s 3 or 4, sometimes there’s more than 30) that remind you each time the train goes through a new village.  I’m sure we saw hundreds…

Sri Lankans seem to be fairly spiritual folk, and the few I talked to made reference to their faith helping them get through the aftermath of the tsunami (and 30 years of a civil war).  The three dominant religions are Buddhism, Christianity and Hinduism. I had never seen a Buddhist temple before, and I saw sooo many! They come in all shapes and sizes, from little roadside boxes with a little Buddha inside to giant statues and huge temples.  I really liked seeing them sprinkled all over the place because I would really feel a sense of calm each time I looked at one; Buddha’s face is so calm and serene, getting his meditation on.

WOW, wow wow! The beach was pretty awesome.  There wasn’t any trash or fishermen pooping on the beaches, the water was clear, it wasn’t too hot, we saw lots of sea turtles: ahh, INCREDIBLE!!! I mean, I’ve lived in coastal cities before (Charleston, Jacksonville) but the beaches just weren’t the same.  Also, it’s “low season” right now, so this tiny little town wasn’t totally crawling with tourists everywhere… You pretty much see the same 10 people wandering around all the time or at one of the 6 restaurants, haha. There was this couple from Hungary that we would see at least 5 times a day and usually ended up eating at the same restaurant at least once a day; as soon as we saw one another we’d just start laughing and wave and say “Hi, AGAIN!” lol.

Since the beach is such a small community and we were a bit bored with it by day 3, we decided to take a bus into Galle (an old Dutch fort town, established during colonization, blah blah blah) just to get lunch and see a change of scenery, NOT to visit the fort (like most everyone else, haha). Once again, I’ve lived in Charleston and was dragged to several forts over the years: you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all (in my humble opinion, I’m not much of a physical history buff). 

Getting there turned out to be the ultimate journey: bus drivers in Sri Lanka are CRAZZZY! Literally. They drive incredibly fast and slam on the brakes at each bus stop to pick up the people waiting there, that is if they don’t make road kill out of them first. Geez Louise.  Though we were quite pleased with ourselves for figuring out the transit system.  It’s definitely easier than in India because 1. There are some buses that are marked in Singhala (local language of the Singhalese) AND English (unlike most buses marked in Tamil and Hindi in India) and 2. The locals speak pretty good English and can usually point you in the right direction.  What can I say, I’m got a bit of an English bias…

The next day, we took a day trip down the coast to Mirissa, an even more secluded, little, jungle-beach paradise. Totally beautiful.  Aside from the bus driver on the way back that was caught up in some power struggle and decided to drag-race another bus on the road into oncoming traffic: people, you haven’t lived until you’ve taken public transit in a developing country, but especially Sri Lanka.  It makes the CTA drivers look like driving instructors.

Aside from the transport to get there, we decided that is where they “cool kids” are and that next time we come to Sri Lanka (as opposed to that day, which would have involved moving our stuff from Unawatuna and another bus ride, yikes!) we will stay there and be “cool kids,” haha. Even though we seemed to attract plenty of attention on our own and were constantly complimented on our “super hair” (Kate) and “nice tattoos” (me). It got to the point where we started calling each other Hair Nelson and Tattoos Harkins. Oi vey.

Speaking of cool, it seemed a lot cooler in Sri Lanka than India. Ha, I just realized this whole post is mostly about how Sri Lanka is more awesome than India.  Oh well, they’re the only two countries I’ve traveled to outside of the U.S. besides Canada, haha. Jet –SETTER! Anyway, the weather was awesome, high 80’s and sunny every day, with a rain shower every afternoon, only to clear up for a perfect sunset. 

It actually rained all day on our last day, which worked out perfectly as a sit-around-and-read-and-drink-hot-beverages day.  I love days like that and it never happens at Sadhana Forest: if it’s raining on a weekday (rare is the occasion for rain anyway), you still have to get out of bed and do work. Sigh. There’s not really any “chukin’ a sickie” (Australian slang for faking being sick) going on here; people would be able to tell if you’re lying. Especially if no one else gets out of bed because it’s raining, haha.

Overall, Sri Lanka is the cra-mazing (crazy amazing) vacation destination of the future. Or of now. The war ended a few years ago, so it’s pretty safe and awesome to travel all over the place: west coast, east coast, northern mountains and tea country and the central jungles. Being with the perfect travel companion can’t hurt. Kate and I laughed so hard so many times I actually thought stop breathing. Or throw up, lol.  I could definitely spend more time with her traveling, living, hanging out, etc. in the future.  Sri Lanka + Kate = funktasticnomenal! I can’t wait to do it all over again!

 Check out the bus creepers: they were definitely drunk and drooling. Next to and on Kate. It's good to have a buddy system. Kind of glad I was on the floor...
 Money money money: MON-ey! (This adds up to about 4 bucks USD)
 Put the lime in the coconut...
 Ah, sweet, sweet tropical fruits.
 Not a pineapple: a cocoyumapple.
Tash may or may not have crashed into a staircase and a row of motorcycles 
in a parking lot that boasted this slogan...
 Fun with Macrame.
 Snacks snacks snacks snacks snacks! For the trains: 100% vegan, complete with Marmite sandwiches, thanks Nan! Now I'm addicted to Marmite (many are disgusted by the fact, I revel in it!)
 Bronze Buddha. Bronze is a very common color to find Buddha wearing.
 Monsoon Mongoose (Kate's new nickname is Mongoose, with any M word attached...)
It was raining this day, thus Monsoon.
 Definitely knocked back a few cocktails whilst there: 
this stuff IS a pretty happy lady drink.
 Buddha is even there to greet you upon arrival at the airport! Thanks Buddha, I DID enjoy my trip!

These are just some of the greatest hits. Check out the rest of the pics on Facebook: Picture Lanka http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.813429518946.2266419.38508937


Friday, June 24, 2011

My life as a cartoon character.


Let’s cut to the chase: lately I’ve been feeling like a cog in a machine.  In a really awesome machine, but a cog no less.  I’ve been struggling with the whole work/life/home balance, since all of these things are the same physical location for me.  As a result, the past week or so I’ve felt sooooo boring. Not even bored, just boring. Like not capable of intelligent conversation, or having any motivation to have an intelligent, or even unintelligent, conversation.  Or having anything to write about. Duh.

I was expressing this out loud to Jaspreet yesterday while we enjoyed some hammock time. I’m all like “Blah blah blah, my life is so boring and unexciting” then all of a sudden, not five seconds later, something dropped on my head, really really hard, from above.  As it squirmed away, I noticed a long tail and I thought “Eww, a nasty giant rat was not only in my hut, but it landed on my ear!” Yet, this smarmy creature stopped a few feet away, and it was a lizard. A huge lizard, as I’m used to seeing little geckos running around; this one was large enough to be heard rustling in the bushes! 

So much for nothing exciting happening! Life just kept getting more interesting, with each hour that went by, no joke.  A few hours later, I was cycling (that’s right, riding a bike, I finally got one after three months of solely commuting on a moped) along, when all of a sudden there was a small snake crossing my path, at quite a clip, and I ran it over! Oops.  I don’t think I did it any real damage, it kept slithering right along like 80kg of awesomeness didn’t just roll over its body.

But that’s not it.  Our friend James (who recently fell out of a mango tree and dislocated  his shoulder, ow) called and invited us over for an Indiana Jones/Pizza Party.  Now, he has a refrigerator, and we like to buy mangoes to freeze and eat (I swear I’ve never eaten so many mangoes in my life, they’re so amazing, especially frozen). So we stopped at the fruit stand on the way to pick some up. There I am, minding my business (I swear!) when I notice a cow moseying on by. It is very common around dusk and dawn to see groups of cows on the move, and very common throughout the day to see them randomly, individually or in smaller groups, on the side of the road.

Thus, there was no reason to be alarmed. Apparently, I should have been.  The fruit-stand owner started making noises at it (I assumed he owned it and knew how to communicate with it), and I was still ignoring it at this point (I had mangoes on the mind!) when all of a sudden, I realize I’m in trouble.  It’s heading towards me, so I’m like “Oh, Daisy, you want some lovin’?” as I thought she was getting close to have me pet her or something. Hell frickin’ no. She wanted blood.  She got about 2 feet away from me, then pointed her horns at me and started walking towards me! 

That’s right, I was almost gouged in the stomach by a wild animal. Shit. Luckily, the fruit-stand guy managed to shoo her away as I only had about a foot to back up (my moped was right behind me, limiting my escape route), and surely would have been a goner without his intervention.

Luckily, I managed to laugh about it. I mean, it didn’t actually happen, it just ended up being added to my repertoire of stories including myself and beasts from the wild.  It’s still not the end of my most-exciting-boring-day-ever.

So we made it safely James’ with mangoes in tow, only to call the pizza place to be informed “It’s a holiday; no pizza.” What the heck! Jaspreet and myself had been craving pizza for about three weeks (as our usual place has been closed for renovations) and were mildly frustrated, mostly hungry, and ready to munch on something or somebody, so James suggested “veg noodles.” We didn’t know where the good, cheap veg noodle place was, so James, sling and all, rode with our other friend, Vikram, to pick up the noodles. They were gone for oh, I don’t know, about five minutes, when I decide to do a few dishes, knowing our dear friend cannot use one of his arms. As I’m turning off the water, I might have used a little extra force (what can I say, I’m a hoss) to ensure the water wouldn’t drip, when I find myself holding the faucet in my hand while water sprays from the wall at my chest and all over the kitchen.

“JASPREEEEEET!!!!! GET IN HERE AND HELP ME PLEASE!!!!” were the next eight words out of my mouth.  Apparently this had happened before and the faucet was affixed with India’s alternative to Bond-o, but I had no prior knowledge of this.  I’m just thinking “What the shit, I just broke James’ sink and he’s housesitting and it’s not really his sink and he’s only been gone six minutes.” Though we managed to wrestle the faucet back on, the kitchen might have been mildly flooded and we might have looked like we just rolled out of the ocean, fully clothed. When the guys came back from picking up the noodles, James casually mentioned “Oh yeah, that happened to me the other day, I forgot to tell you.” 

Ha. It just keeps getting better. And when I woke up this morning, no shit, I sensed something going on upon the roof of my hut, as it sounded like something about the size of a golden retriever leaped onto it. I was kind of scared, really. I’d only been awake a few minutes, so lucid thoughts weren’t quite happening yet.  In my mind I was thinking, “Oh, it must be the squirrels playing around” even though it was a mighty heavy sound for the light-weight chipmunk-half-breed squirrels we have around here. By the time I walked down my stairs, I had kind of forgotten about the noise until I looked up at the hut next to mine and noticed an GIANT peacock standing on top.  
 
Honestly, I didn’t realize they could fly, I thought they were like ostriches and penguins, hahahahahahah.  I looked up at my own hut just in time to see it flutter-jump onto it to join his other two friends who were already partying on my roof.  I couldn’t believe it.  And of course I didn’t have my camera on me, that doesn’t even make sense. It was one of those moments that will forever live in my mind and in words, never to be captured on film, which probably would have ruined the moment anyway.

So yeah, who’s boring now? Sometimes I forget that I live in a forest in the middle of (kinda) nowhere in India.  The past 24 hours have been a lesson in not taking this experience for granted, that’s for sure. Some other exciting events that I had previously forgotten about from the past few weeks include:
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  • A fleet of four wild, French foxes (men, actually, but very good looking ones) rocked up to stay here, wreak havoc and crack us up. And serve as eye-candy, lol.
  • I almost lost all of my big toe-nail while making a whirlpool with the aforementioned foxes in the tiny swimming pool we have here. One of them lost part of a toe-nail as well, we were moving so fast, and any limb not totally attached was apparently susceptible to involuntary detachment. My toe is fine now, promise.
  • I had a fish pedicure.  There is a peaceful, man-made pond in one of the communities here that has fish in it that come to the surface and nip at any dead skin on your feet when you put them in. It tickles a bit and leaves your feet looking real nice :).
  • Harvey Dangerfield got 86’ed. I loaned him out twice in one week, to two different parties, the first of which was half of the four French foxtrot, who slipped and fell and broke off the rear-view mirror. No big deal. The bike mechanic fixed it, handed back the keys, which I promptly handed over to another set of friends who got rear-ended by a car on their way back to the forest, sending muffins flying all over the road (we do free muffins on Friday for the weekly tour), amongst pieces of Harvey and my friends. The friends are okay now, but were pretty shaken up and had some bumps, scratches and tears. Harvey Dangerfield, R. I. P.; long live the Barracuda (she’s blue and sexy, for a TVS).
As always, I hope that I get the time and motivation to write more in the next week rather than next month, but I’m running on India time: you never know what’s going to happen next.  In the meantime, enjoy some random photos I’ve taken out and about that follow no actual pattern.

 An egg & cheese sandwich at Ganesh Bakery: my favorite, meow! (PS ketchup is called 'tomato sauce' here and doesn't quite taste like ketchup, lol)
My busted ass vans. Note the tear on the left-side: a dog attacked my shoe and held it hostage. This is what it looked like when I discovered it in the laundry area after a week. I'm just happy to have the shoe back.
 Yep. Those are camels on the side of the freeway. I couldn't believe it either, hence the photo.
 My life most afternoons.
 A young man who pulled an eye-ball out and it turned into a muffin. His name is Rohit, he's a riot.
 Chai Posse.
Diva Dude
 Shteffy!
 Jazz-a-ma-Tazz! (or JB, or Cookies - half of the "Cookies 'n Cream" duo)
 Double D's
 Automobiles and motorbikes for Jesus.
 Honest, it's very common to love Jesus (or Hindi gods) in a big way by showing love on your vehicle. Amen.