Archive for February 2009
the okiedoke.
…
my current location is raipur,
proudly advertised as “india’s dustiest city.”
got into a bit of a tiff with a dude at my hotel last night.
not really sure what about.
he had been drinking.
i had been drinking.
at the climax,
he pointed a finger in my face
and sneered…
“i am from delhi.
it is the capital city!”
ecstatically, i responded…
“oh my god!!
so am i!!”
small world, no??
…
hey.
soso shiny.
…
finally.
i no longer have to feel ashamed!
i can sit in a dark corner,
in dramatic moody lighting,
in my all black suit,
and completely
and utterly
and totally
embrace
my rare crystal art collection…
what a relief.
…
the definition of mango pickle.
back in the motherland.
sans colorwheel.
canepari zindabad!!
kabuli mango.
…
had a chance on friday to spend my free-time exploring
afghanistan’s lovely capital.
had a nice lunch,
went to an art gallery,
took a bike ride,
strawberry milkshake,
strolled through the zoo
read my novel under a juniper
and
finished with a glass of fine chardonnay.
…
nah.
not true.
more like dog fights, refugee camps, and post-war architecture.
(although i did go to the zoo)
(and i drank a little whiskey later that night)
…
from kabul with love
…
…
some days are better than others.
…
