They sell these at Arpico. At like Rs. 800 it’s about 300 over my threshold for kitsch.
I try to write 750 words on 750words.com as often as possible. Extremely elegant interface and a good practice to do. This is a sample of one stream of consciousness.
I haven’t done this for a while but I will now.
The A/C made funny noises for a while and finally kicked it. Now I drive around with the windows down trying to get a breeze. It’s not satisfying.
I saw a guy who put a photo on Flickr that went viral in the physical world and he seems sorta moped that he didn’t get money out of it. Big fucking deal. I’d be happy.
America is so fucking stupid sometimes. If you have a deficit you raise taxes. And maybe cut the military and entitlements. They’re debating everything else, like teacher pay. How fucking stupid.
When there’s a mosquito in the room there’s always a bit of tension. Every itch and sensation has a possible meaning. They’re so fucking hard to spot and kill. I wish I could drink something that would make my blood poisonous to them. Sambuca?
No matter how much I clean my desk it always accumulates crap. There’s a lot of stuff which I like to pretend is important that isn’t important. It’s like a monument to the white lies I tell myself.
Today I found out (through a third party) that the woman who cleans our house was sold at age eight for a bottle of arrack. She was sent to some hinterland to cook for 10 to 15 people and god knows what else. It’s fucking horrifying. And she cooks for us. We never finish the food either, she finds it in the fridge next week. I feel terrible but I don’t even know how to process stuff like that. We pay her about Rs. 200 more than the going rate. It’s fucking up the market for my relatives but whatever.
What the fuck can you do. Sometimes I wonder, what if Roger Federer wasn’t given a tennis racket, or what if Mark Zuckerberg wasn’t given a computer. Would they be cleaning dishes somewhere, or unloading pallets at a dock? How much talent are we wasting? What if you’re a really great tennis talent and you’re born in 1000 BC? That would suck.
Today we tried to send the kid to the kade alone but he kinda failed. He got the money confused and had a bit of a temper tantrum. I was unhappy about that but whatever. His mother can’t count either. She told me a 10,000 Rupee bill was 100,000. We figured it out later and I suddenly felt like I’d made a thousand dollars.
Life is all about attenuation really. Whatever you get you get used to and you want something more. When I was a kid I used to really like this song on the Strange Days soundtrack. Something with native tribes singing to techno music. I played it over and over and it gave me such Csikszentmihalyi joy. Now nothing. That happens all the time. It’s like those sensors burn out. The only thing constant is change. This leads to suffering.
We ran out of laundry soap so I tried washing the car with hand soap. I beginning to suspect that neither one is really cleaning the car.
When I was on this meditation retreat the food was vegetarian (fine) and not spicy (not fine). I occasionally found myself hallucinating recipes. I had this idea for stuffing things into other things which seemed brilliant at the time. Like, you mash potatoes with onions and stuff that into a lady’s finger and then hollow out a potato, fry it, and stuff the whole thing inside. You could fill the gap with a diced tomato and onion salad. And then maybe make a few of those and stuff them inside a squash and bake the whole thing. That’s about as far as I got. I can’t think of any vegetables bigger than a squash. Maybe a pumpkin, but that’s basically a squash as far as I’m concerned.
I’m all about marinating. It feels like evil genius cooking. I was thinking you could marinate chicken in marmite and beer. Very Australian. Perhaps kangaroo would be better, but I feel bad about that.
We have this cow that wanders in the garden now and then. Because of that relationship, the kid tries not to eat beef. Hamburgers, however, are apparently not beef. They are called ‘ham’ burgers. It’s confusing.
The one good thing about not having A/C in the car is that it gives everyone a desire for cold showers, thus lowering both petrol use and hot water boiling. Poverty is really the best environmentalism.
They keep talking about the world economy crashing and how we need to bring it back. But maybe money isn’t the measure of everything. Maybe the music industry doesn’t need to make that much money. Maybe the pleasure we get from music is a value in itself. I dunno. Or maybe people can just live for less. I’ve never earned more than the US poverty line but I have a pretty good life, decent technology and (until recently) about 300 vacation days per year. Eh.