January 2010
28 posts
I don't want to talk about how ravenously I...
I don’t want to talk about how much I enjoyed and related to it. I don’t want to so I won’t.
Instead I will tell you about how I spent my morning in a mustard field, trying to distinguish weeds from plants, then pulling whatever up by its roots. Bindu, Sheela, Bija, and I made slow progress, crawling on our haunches over the scattered plants. Conversation came slowly too as my...
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Quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean ‘love’ in...
– Joan Didion.
That is why I am going to back Sri Lanka. When I think about that place I want to actually make out with it, if that were even possible. I could name some reasons (Amma and Tata, pol sambol, hanging out of the side of trains, the monnewa karenneda attitude) but none of that is what I...
So that's where the blog title comes from.
One time I was at a party with old people and one of them decided to corner me and ask me about my Plans For My Future (as old people love to do) which of course led us to me going abroad and then to how when he’s abroad he really likes bird watching. Just is super into it—lots of books, binoculars, the whole deal. Cool. That’s great for him. We should all be so lucky as to have...