Monday, August 15, 2005

We leave for Bangalore September 3.

My first trip to India crested on a giant wave of anticipation built from more than five months of waiting, planning, calculating and clock-watching at work. This trip has leapt from an alley-mouth to sucker-punch me in the kidney.

It's fucking two weeks away, man!

Unlike my first trip, I'm traveling with three other people, two full-sized humans (albeit one Australian) and an adorable one-year-old diaper-filler.

The baby's mother voiced strenuous objections to my rather ingenious idea to stow said nipper in a steamer trunk under the plane with some juice boxes, a blanket or two and several well-concealed air-holes.

My other idea, which also met with vociferous disapproval, stemmed from my life-long passion for falconry, and involved fashioning a black light-tight hood for the baby. Slip the hood over the knee-biter's head, she thinks it's sleepy-time, and whammo, instant 20-hour nap.

As it stands, my provisions list involves one gross ear plugs, one blindfold, one bottle of the sleeping pill/coma-inducing Ambien, and two liters vodka.

There are several conditions, or combinations thereof, that will determine when I return:
1. I run out of money.
2. I go out of my gourd.
3. I get severely homesick.
4. My back snaps in half.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

New Espresso Bean of Choice
Giro d'Italia

Not Washing the Stove-top Espresso Maker
Apparently the bacteria build-up adds to the flavor.

The New "Battlestar Galactica"
The mini-series and entire first season on DVD for $40 at San Diego Comic-con. O Lord, you are a just and benevolent God.

Downloading Limewire Porn Clips
I'm perfectly sure I don't know what you're talking about.

Mysore Packing Strategy
One backpack filled with clothes, toiletries, stove-top espresso maker, and other essentials. One steamer trunk filled with books.



Summer Weekend in Milwaukee
It really seems to be true: Americans are lard-asses!

Saying Goodbye to Grandma for Maybe the Last Time
Breathing, breathing. Pain is going.

My Buddhist Friend Said, "Would You Be Sad to See a Sunset?"
No. But that does nothing for the lump of grief in my chest.

The Baby Cries in the Other Room
So it goes.