In Bangelore during our stint there last year I noticed two things. You can only find green grass where wealth lives. For some reason that green grass might be hostile to the natural order of things. Or. Maybe a cat got to this bird. Rant on. t
Caste - noun - prohibitions prevent people from marrying outside their caste: class, social class, order, social order, social division, grade, grading, group, grouping, station, stratum, echelon, rank, level, degree, set; place, standing, position, status; Hinduism varna; archaic estate, sphere. The coffee tastes metallic this morn. Has to do with my upset stomach--I think. Finally got a bit of the bug the other day. Better half already got it during our second or third week here. Now it's my turn. It's not so bad … Continue reading Words Of Wisdom For Consume-To-Survivors (Un)knowing Of Their Caste
A post about how sh*t happens when you move to another world. First. The power goes out in India--a lot. And I don't mean it goes out during a storm or something. The friggin power goes out all the time. At our new place it goes out ten friggin' times day. It's not like we're living … Continue reading When It Rains It Goes Kaputt – #AWS Letter And Power Outages From Hell
Here are five ways, according to worstwriter, how one can make coffee. Of course there are other ways but these are the only ones that matter. Moka Pot (the only alternative to a high pressure machine for espresso) French Press (great for breakfast or afternoon quickie) Espresso (number one but also expensive) Instant (seriously, I … Continue reading Pseudo Review Of Jura's Impressa J85 And Its Passage To India
Spent last night alone in our new über-Flat. My better-half is in Mumbai and she stuck me with the luggage and dog to take to our new home. No hard feelings though, the dog and I survived the ordeal in the treacherous heat! Yeah, Beckett, the killer pug, the three of us, have been living out … Continue reading Passage To India: First Night In New Home, Dreams Don't Come True, Or Did They Already?
Walking the dog is the worst. There's no place to walk the dog. Well, there's no place to walk him if you want to be free from street dogs. I'm not one to fear a dog or two that I don't know. I can read their tales, their ears, their eyes. But when suddenly out … Continue reading Passage To India: Auto Rickshaw Trash Trucks, Wet Dust, Pigeon Soul Removed
The first week in India has been a challenge. Not sure I can communicate it fully in this status update. But have no fear, worst-writer will try. Big day today. Started very early where we had to go to immigration authorities to get legal docs regarding our visa. After about two hours of sitting around … Continue reading Passage To India, Legal, House Hunting And Cat5 Ethernet
Last Wednesday Moving company arrives to begin packing. They're an hour and half late. I order them sandwich rolls from local bakery and also get them some Cola. After a few hours of boxing, rolling glasses, listening to the screams of packing tape, I surprise them with an offer to buy lunch at a Greek … Continue reading Passage To India Update. Finding Love Of Bureaucracy. Jitters.
Saw something strange this morning after what might be the last coffee bean bag I empty in #eurowasteland for the next few years. The count down has begun. 10. 9. 8... We're at around 7 at this point. The moving company is chosen. Vaccinations have been given. Dog paperwork fulfilling bureaucracies almost done. Our passports are at … Continue reading Last Coffee Bean Bag Is A Telescope On Our Passage To India