Sunday, February 15, 2009

Brighter Days Ahead

Tough times, these.
Resolution of conflicts on many fronts helps, but more is to come.
Once we've jetted off east things will really start looking up.
But until then: paint, parking, wood, tables, chairs, sardar, food, drink, lists, healthy doses of work and many more..
We're getting there.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Day 19 - Taxes, Valentines and the Pontiac Firebird TransAm



Today I spent most of a snowy Valentine's day working on our taxes. Not very romantic. But it feels good to have it mainly done, and we had the evening to ourselves, thanks to a nice babysitting offer by the church where Alex goes to Awana. The bubble bath was very welcoming after a long day.

Today is day 19 of our 40 days. Almost halfway over?! Tammy and I were supposed to go to the library today and look at newspapers from the day we were born. I confess, I did not want to go out in the snowstorm and was feeling pressured to get the tax stuff finished. So I cheated and tried to look online, but all I found was the fact that the Pontiac Firebird TransAm was unveiled on the day I was born. Pretty nice, actually.

Hope everyone had a lovely day.

Goa, Palolem beach y mi cumple

Estoy en Palolem beach, en Goa, manyana es mi cumple y lo celebraremos por aqui para despues seguir subiendo hacia Rajastan.

Una playa increible.

Ale

Friday, February 13, 2009

personality test

Today, for fun, Tammy and I are re-taking our personality tests and comparing them to our results in college. I took this (or a similar version) as a freshman in college, at age 18. My result at that time described me as "INFJ." Here is a description from http://www.personalitytest.net/types/descriptions/index.htm

INFJ: "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1% of the total population. These are serious students and workers who really want to contribute. They are private and easily hurt. They make good spouses, but tend to be physically reserved. People often think they are psychic. They make good therapists, general practitioners, ministers, and so on.
The agreeable nature and quiet personality of INFJs makes them particularly vulnerable to hurt feelings. Distress within close relationships can shatter the INFJ. Like all NFs under stress, INFJs feel fragmented and lost — as if they are acting out a part rather than simply being themselves. This disassociation can be related to physical symptoms for the INFJ, whether real or imagined. Feeling split off from their physical natures, INFJs may become virtually immobilized by repressed feelings.

Today, I took the test online at the above website (who knows its true validity?) and got a different result: ISFJ.

ISFJ: "Conservator". These people are service and work oriented - very loyal. They may suffer from fatigue and tend to be attracted to troublemakers. They are good nurses, teachers, secretaries, general practitioners, librarians, middle managers, and housekeepers. 6% of the total population.
ISFJs respect established authority and they tend to accept others’ opinions and desires as their own. In work situations, they provide a stable and standardized service. Disorderly situations and constantly changing rules can cause them undue stress. At these times ISFJs need to be more assertive and direct because, owing to their kindheartedness and sensitivity, ISFJs can be taken for granted and even taken advantage of. This can cause them to feel resentment and anger — feelings that the ISFJ has a tendency to deny. If the situation worsens and uncomfortable feelings build up, the ISFJ will begin to feel insecure about their status. Worrying that they are not secure or protected enough, they may become overprotective and excessively nervous about foreboding events. This can cause others to feel resistant or defiant which then contributes to the disorder of the situation.

Interestingly, Tammy was an ISFJ in college. If she is still the same, it probably explains why we get along so well - exact same personality type!

I have a theory about why my personality "changed." I think there were a few questions that asked, essentially, do you trust your experiences more, or do you rely more on theoretical alternatives? I think my answer in college was that I didn't rely much on experience but now that I have almost 40 years of it, I tend to trust it more. The above is pure conjecture - I have not taken the time to delve into the deep meaning of "N" versus "S."

Part of me is sad at no longer testing as the complex "author" type, and only 1% of the population, but I am confident that I know myself much better than I did at 18. C'est la vie!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

quote of the day


"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
— Dr. Seuss

Today Tammy and I are sharing favorite quotes. I recently ran across this one, and shared it with Bryan who also gave his approval. Dr. Seuss (pictured above) was a pretty cool guy! There is more about him on goodreads.com - you'll find him under the "quotes" link.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

song of the day


Today Tammy and I are going back in time to find an old song. Here is my pick:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3-VF7xd_KE

I distinctly remember this song playing on the radio as I rode the bus home after skiing all day with the Junior Ski program, probably when I was in 4th or 5th grade. (It came out in 1978.)I didn't have any friends in the program with me, so I always sat alone on the bus. It didn't bother me; I liked looking at the scenery. Picture gorgeous views of the Sierras at dusk, with tall pines and deep white snow against a darkening blue sky. I remember thinking God could be singing this song to me. Every time I hear it, I still think of cold mountain air, pine trees, and a deep feeling of well-being.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Gokarna

Tras unos dias de relax en Hampi, nos dirigimos a Goa.
Un largo regateo con los conductores de Ricksaw nos lleva a toda pastilla por el campo indio atravesando aldeas con crios medio desnudos y cubiertos de mugre que nos miran con sorpresa y nos devueven el saludo con una sincera sonrisa.

Una vez llegamos al bus con camas, nos acomodamos en nuestras respectivas plazas y empezamos lo que promete ser un largo trayecto de mas de 12 horitas hasta la mitica Goa.

Quien se iba a esperar que un simple viaje en bus se convertiria en algo tan entretenido. Me logro colar en la cabina de los conductores, otro mundo. . Acabo de viajar a otra epoca, luces rojas iluminan lo que parece una nave al mas puro estilo steampunk. Un amable conductor me muestra con sus expresiones que soy bienbenido y que me acomode. Empieza un viaje mitico, mientras adelantamos otros similares vehiculos, ninguna luz nos ilumina mas que la de los propios coches, camiones y ocasionales tiendecilla que salpican la carretera. ME siento en lo que parece una litera identica a la que se encuentra pegada al parabrisas, al parecer hay otra encima del conductor donde descansa otro conductor. Paso un par de horas hipnotizado como si mirase una hoguera. Llamo a Carlos para compartir la experiencia y mas tarde a Karin y a Cris. Todos alucinamos.

Nos acomodamos mas tarde en nuestra litera compartiendo los cascos del MP3, empezamos con algo de Beethoven, los trios de piano, para pasar de inmediato a algo de Pink Floid que decido sustituir con el Thriller de Michael Jackson, perfecto.

Una atractiva y joven pareja rusa de la cama de al lado nos introduce en los rituales del Vozca, con el que denominan el mejor del mundo. Delicioso. El truco esta en la respiracion.

Hay mas rusos en el bus, y escoceses, holandeses, eslovacos...

En medio del ajetreo del bus decidimos bajarnos en Gokarna.
Por fin llegamos a nuestro destino, hemos tenido suerte, las pulgas no nos han comido esta vez. Gokarna es una zona de playas poco explotadas donde hemos pillado por poco mas de un Euro, a compartir entre dos, unas cabanyitas en frente del mar. Sin electricidad, ni lujos similares, simplemente unos palos que sujetan algo que parece ser un conchoncillo de paja.

Monday, February 9, 2009

40 things I'm thankful for





Today Tammy and I are reflecting on all we have to be grateful for. There is so much I could go on and on. Good thing we are limited to only 40! A disclaimer - these are in no particular order.

1. Bryan - I got lucky. :-)
2. Alex - ditto.
3. Sam - lucky again!
4. my parents, who dared to raise 12 kids and lived to tell about it. Along with this, I'm grateful to have been raised in an intact family.
5. all of my siblings, in-laws and nieces and nephews. I am truly rich in extended family connections.
6. friends near and far
7. books! I love books. I can't imagine life without them.
8. music and especially the experience of having played in so many orchestras and groups.
9. my piano, even though it's not "real."
10. our church community
11. a great job that I truly like, most of the time
12. a warm and comfortable home
13. views of incredible mountainous beauty around me all the time!
14. contact lenses. Without them my eyes would disappear behind very thick glasses
15. having family here in Utah for the last 4 years. Truly the BEST experience, and I still marvel at God's impeccable timing.
16. Costco :-)I really like a lot of their stuff.
17. health and the energy to work out and be active with my kids. Truly priceless. I wonder if I would be alive today if not for antibiotics?
18. really good in-laws. I got lucky again!
19. family vacation every summer at the beach or the mountains
20. chocolate
21. variety and availability of so many kinds of good food. In the history of the world this is truly remarkable. Of course, I'm sad about certain aspects of the agriculture industry...but that is a subject for another post!
22. our used Toyota Prius
23. the Salt Lake City and County libraries. So much great free stuff!
24. our fireplace which warms up the downstairs and makes it so cozy
25. freedom - religion, the press, speech - not that our country is perfect, but when I look around at the rest of the world I realize there are a number of things we do right.
26. the feeling of total body well-being I have after working out
27. sleeping all night (most of the time now). After residency and 2 babies this is a treasured gift.
28. the smell of freshly brewing coffee in the morning
29. Barnes & Noble, which I wish wasn't a chain, but it has introduced me to legitimate blessings - like my church and my good friend Nancy
30. Mazza!
31. the Book of Common Prayer
32. N.T. Wright
33. genetic luckiness in terms of being able to eat a moderate amount of junk food and not gain weight, as long as I work out.
34. being finished with school forever, especially residency, and with tests except for written boards every 10 years
35. the feeling of being very alive and growing spiritually these days
36. a bit of exposure to foreign languages - Spanish, German, French, Latin, Greek, Hebrew and Korean - not that I can speak any of them, but it makes me feel richer to hear them and know a few words
37. birds at our birdfeeders - chickadees, bluejays, woodpeckers, finches. Oh yes, and the two finches who reside over our front door all winter.
38. the ability to know so much (which is still so little) about the universe - it is wondrous - galaxies and black holes and red dwarfs and so much we can't even fathom. It beats thinking the world is flat and the sun is rotating around us.
39. medical school. I bear the scars, but it enriched me and opened up doors for me.
40. fluoride toothpaste and Fantastic Sam's shampoo and conditioner.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

snowshoeing





Tammy and I went snowshoeing today. It was snowing, but beautiful and felt good to be out. It was fun to be hiking at the level of the top of the road signs.

Thanks Tammy for taking these pictures.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Florida photos









Tammy and I are on day 12 of the 40 days leading up to our birthday. Today we're supposed to list 20 things we like about ourselves and 20 things we'd like to change. I am realizing that I don't think I can come up with 20 things of each, and in any case I don't want to post it here. (Hey, that's one thing I like about myself. I have become much more relaxed in regards to rules and regulations as I get older!)

So... instead I will post some pictures from Madeira Beach. :-) They were taken with my phone camera, not optimal, but you can get the idea.

My favorite discovery of the day was Winecream. Ice cream made with wine. I had a Key Lime made with a savignon blanc and a Pina Colada made with a Cisa (a sweet white) with pineapple, banana, mango and guava flavors. The taste of the wine was subtle (if present at all, maybe I only imagined it) but it was really good. I was able to spend about an hour wandering the shops and another 30 minutes on the beach. It warmed up to 64 degrees, which felt great! Added to the fact of being able to sleep in and eat a leisurely breakfast all by myself...Ahhhhh.

Friday, February 6, 2009

40 random memories

There has been a "25 random things" epidemic on Facebook, which I haven't done. But today Tammy and I are going back in time to reminisce. The goal is to list a memory from each year of life. We were supposed to ask relatives what they remember about us in childhood, but I have forgotten. So, here is what I can think up.

Anyone reading this is invited to comment here with memories you have of me. :-)

Age 0: We have a picture of me sitting in a bucket, carried by my dad. I got the nickname "Mouse" for being very quiet and watching everything with big eyes.

Age 1: Mom says I could sing before I could talk. I used to sing the tune that our clock chimed. According to her I used to cry to be let IN to the playpen. I probably was trying to have some peace and quiet away from my four older siblings!

Age 2: I had a stuffed rabbit that played a tune if you wound up the key - I used to carry it to my mom saying "wee-dee-op, wee-dee-op" (wind it up).

Age 3: I remember chasing my sister Rosie down the hall, and laughing at the way her ponytails bounced up and down as she ran.

Age 4: I hopped on the scale one day and announced, "I weigh thirty-two sweet pounds!"

Age 5: I got lost walking home after my first day of kindergarten. (I walked there with my older brothers and sisters; you'd think I would remember the way back, but I've always been directionally challenged.) I wandered the streets crying until my mom happened to drive up looking for me.

Age 6: First grade at Jessie Beck elementary school. The only grade of which I seem to have no traumatic memories. I loved my teacher, Mrs. Segerstrom, whom the boys called Mrs. Sexystrom.

Age 7: Second grade. My best friend Becky Cook and I got in trouble for twirling around with our jump ropes flying in a circle. We had to write "Jump ropes are for jumping" 100 times.

Age 8: Third grade. I pointed out to my teacher, in front of the whole class, that she had misspelled a word on the board. A girl named Kelly punched me in the stomach at recess and my friend Becky defended me by punching her back.

Age 9: I went backpacking with my dad and my brother Dan for 2 weeks in Glacier National Park. We had a blast. I embarrassed them profoundly when I read a brochure about bear safety in a restaurant and asked what menstruation was. (Really, the brochure mentioned something about bears and menstruating women, but I don't remember what.)

Age 10: Fifth grade. A boy named Kirk Wagner asked me if I wanted to "go steady." I did not know what that meant but I said yes. We did not interact at all after that.

Age 11: Took the train with mom and about 7 or 8 siblings (?) from Reno to Iowa, where my cousin Margaret was living. I remember a whole day - or two - of seeing nothing but cornfields.

Age 12: Each kid in our family got a "twelve year old trip." Dad took me and my sister Mary to the Oregon and Washington coast for camping and exploring the Olympia rainforest.

Age 13: Our 8th grade "Honor Society" took a field trip to Yosemite. Four boys decided to burn incense in their cabin and it went up in flames. The next night our social studies teacher got very drunk and invited my girl classmates to sit on his lap while he told stories.

Age 14: Ninth grade. I had a crush on Jason Marsh, the best violinist in the orchestra.

Age 15: Tenth grade. I thought I would try out for the Flag Team (my sister Suzie was on Drill Team and I thought she was fabulous). I discovered I was hopelessly incoordinated and gave up.

Age 16: Junior year. I won a trip to Germany by squeaking out the lowest possible qualifying score on the National German Test. My parents had to sign a form for me to go, but they were stuck in a snowstorm at Donner Pass. My brother Chip kindly forged their signature for me. I had the time of my life in Germany, drank beer, attended a German high school where I had no idea what was going on except in music class (we sang "Way Down Upon the Swanee River") and visited East Berlin when the wall was still there. I told my German hosts that their food was "nicht schlect" and they laughed and laughed.

Age 17: Senior year. Matt Jones became my first and only boyfriend in high school, and the first guy I ever kissed. He was especially cute when playing the cello. :-)

Age 18: Wheaton College. I left home with 2 suitcases, a trunk and a new typewriter.
Now that really shows my age!

Age 19: I was madly in love with Bryan and he did not know. The Wheaton Orchestra toured the west coast and

Age 20: Camping trip in the great Smokies with college friends. My friend Kim made me a birthday cake in a pot. Bryan and I connected!

I'm only halfway done? What a long life I have lived already!

Age 21: Went to Bolivia for a summer with South America Mission. Learned to sing several songs in Spanish, ate turtle and chicken hearts and part of a cow's udder.

Age 22: Married my best friend at my hometown church in Reno, NV. I really have very little memory of the whole wedding, except that our pastor did not read our vows the way we wanted them. I have lots of happy memories of our honeymoon in Vail and our drive across the country to Johnson City, Tennessee. At one point in Utah we hit a rabbit and only realized miles later (in Arches NP) that the rabbit was still with us, wrapped around the axle. :-( We also stayed up all night at Bryan's sister's house playing Speed Racer.

Age 23: I got a job in a futon store and also saw Bryan get baptized that year. All his life he thought he had been baptized as a baby, only to find out he hadn't. So he was baptized at Grace Community Bible Church in Johnson City, Tennessee.

Age 24: I worked full time (for $11,000 annually) as executive secretary for Rainbow Homes, Inc., a nonprofit providing housing for mentally ill adults. In my spare time I took pre-med classes, went rock climbing and caving, and tutored math students at East Tennessee State University in exchange for tuition. And played violin in the Johnson City Symphony. Oh, and did research on rat heart atrial cells.

Age 25: Said farewells to our beloved friends and one-bedroom apartment (with view of cornfield and cows for $195/month!) in Johnson City, and moved to Salt Lake. When we went to the post office to get a box, the guy behind the counter gave us a big grin and said, "Welcome to Zion!"

Age 26: Medical school. Bryan was in residency. I learned the difference between a "steakhouse" and a "stake house." It's a Utah thing. I took a job at the Utah Eye Bank, harvesting corneas from recently deceased people for transplants. I've been in almost every hospital mortuary in the Salt Lake valley.

Age 27: Med school, second year. I was not good at drawing blood. Otherwise, school was fine. I discovered Goblin Valley and the Courthouse Wash hike in Arches national park. We went camping with Pete and Grace and I left the back of their truck open in the rain, which caused their sleeping bags to get soaked. They left and went home early. Oops...I'm still very sorry about that.

Age 28: Third year med school. The hardest year - I thought about dropping out, but I already owed a lot of money. I learned to suture wounds, "drive" the camera inside of tummies for cholecystectomies, and staple scalp lacerations. I hated the feeling of being incompetent for every new rotation.

Age 29: Graduated from medical school. Not sure what years, but a couple of times we had friends come for trips to Lake Powell where we stayed on a houseboat. Those were really good times. Another time we went to Yellowstone with Kim and Mike Houghton. Between med school and residency, (or maybe this was before med school?)Bryan and I went to Yosemite with my dad and Becky Cook. We were going to backpack for a week. It was September and the first day, it snowed. We were FREEZING. The camping food (powdered spaghetti) gave us all the most amazing, disgusting gas which pretty much colored the air in the tent all night. The next day after hiking two hours in the snow we gave up and went home. The only wildlife we saw was a wolf, in the parking lot.

Age 30: The day I turned thirty, I tripped in our driveway and fell, tearing my good work pants and my rotator cuff.

Age 31: 2000, the new millenium. I was bummed at being stuck working in the hospital while my whole family partied at Tahoe for the New Year. I have no memory of what I was doing. Neurology residency had good moments, but mostly I did not enjoy it. I met a medical student who told me he was planning to go into Medical Informatics. I also met my friend Tammy about this time, and her husband was in the informatics program. I started checking into the fellowship.

Age 32: (not sure what year this really was) Went snowmobiling for the first time, and also snow camping. Climbed Mount Olympus and Mount Timpanogos. I love living in the mountains.

Age 33: I was SOOOOO happy to finish residency and start the informatics fellowship. I heard people complaining about having to come to class at 8 a.m., and just thought that was very funny.

Age 34: Bryan got pneumonia and was hospitalized for an entire week at Cottonwood Hospital. I was very happy for antibiotics and modern medicine. While he was sick it snowed a TON and I had to shovel our gravel driveway myself. Grump grump grump. His mom gave us an X-box though, so while Bryan recovered we got to play Gauntlet and Simpsons Road Rage.

Age 35: Finished my master's in Informatics and started working for the VA. My other full time job was doing adoption paperwork. At least 20 of my friends and family got pregnant and we couldn't. That sucked. In retrospect I realize I didn't have to wait overly long for Alex, but it seemed long enough at the time.

Age 36: Went to Korea and brought Alex home. It was total baby love, better than I had even dared to dream. I didn't even remember to eat for the first couple days. One day, I let Alex play with my car keys while I was loading groceries into the car and she locked me out of the car (in the snow). Luckily she unlocked it before I had to go call the police! We also went to my grandma's 100th birthday party that year.

Age 37: Sam joined our family and I was overjoyed to have both of my babies home. I feel so lucky!

Age 38: Christmas in Little Rock, Arkansas with Bryan's side of the family. We went to a Christmas Eve service at their church, but there was no nursery so Bryan and I spent it in the lobby of the church trying to keep the kids from pulling over the Christmas tree. It was still fun.

Age 39: Went to Madiera Beach, Florida for a week for work - and got the coldest weather of the winter - until the last day (today) when it was 64 degrees and sunny and beautiful! Walked the beach, soaked up the sun and thoroughly enjoyed my rare opportunity for solitude. I also discovered "winecream" - key lime ice cream made with savignon blanc (Cisa) and pina colada ice cream made with cavia, a sweet white with pineapple, banana, guava and mango.

What a life I have led! And I'm still only about halfway done!

Hampi

Por fin...

Tras varios arduos dias de viaje, trenes fetidos, animales no invitados en mi saco, suciedad desconocida y vendedores de absolutamente todo, hemos llegado a Hampi.

Nos va a ser dificil encontrar un sitio tan increible en India. Mires donde mires todo es genial. La gente, la comida, el paisaje, los demos turistas, los crios, rios, rocas, bosques, plantaciones de arros, monos...

En cuanto llegue a un sitio con una buena conexion a Internet subiremos fotos que tenemos a quemarropa.

Si me gustara el sitio que hoy me he levantado a las 6 para dar una clasecita de yoga >P

Beso.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

key west crepes


An exquisite Florida breakfast this morning, courtesy of Patty. I have got to find the kiwi syrup so I can make these!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

deep freeze




For the second time this winter, Florida is having cold enough temps to issue a "deep freeze" warning.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/weather/02/04/winter.weather/index.html

So much for the week on the beach. My work buddies had planned a kayak trip with a bonfire on the beach and sangria, but we canceled when we saw it was going to be 35 degrees.

Ok, I'll stop whining. I have fallen behind on reporting on our "40 days." On Super Bowl Sunday, Tammy and I assigned ourselves the task of drinking a new wine. We randomly had a bottle of Sonoma red. (Picture above.) Monday we started reading I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. Published in 1969. :-) Tuesday we wrote a letter of appreciation to someone and sent it snail mail - mine went out from the Bay Pines VA Field Office yesterday. Wednesday we decided to pray for 5 people we don't normally pray for. I started with good intentions, but fell asleep after praying for only 3 people...so I need to finish the other 2 today. :-)

The picture of the boats is the view out of my hotel window. The other picture, of Berryism, is where Patty took me for frozen yogurt after book club. MMMMMM! It is not your average frozen yogurt - delicious and fat free - we need to get one of these shops in Salt Lake!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Destino Hampi

Estoy hasta el gorro de Chennay, es una pedazo de mierda de ciudad, asi que nos vamos.
Anoche pillamos un tren destino Bangalore, parece que estoy destinado a volver a esta ciudad una y otra vez. Y desde aqui pillamos otro hacia Hampi, un lugar tranquilito y no muy petado donde relajarnos antes de partir hacia Goa y a sus idilicas playas.

Despues de ver Chennay, la antigua Madras, Bangalore me parece un oasis en un desierto de caos infernal. Cansa un poco lo de tener que pelearse por todo a todas horas, los rickcsaw, que en Thailandia se llaman Tuc Tuc, los hoteles...

El tren en el que hemos viajado esta noche era muy bestia, unos 20 vagones, que nos hemos tenido que recorrer de cabo a rabo unas 3 veces para encontrar a alguien a quien pagarle la tasa para subir de clase. Para que os hagais a la idea, una amiga se ha metido en uno de los vagones para ver como estaba y se le ha cruzado una rata entre los pies, pues ese era un vagon de clase superior a la nuestra... Candela...

He calculado, a ojo, claro, que habria unos 13 millones de Indios en el tren, cien para arriba cien para abajo.

El caso es que no hemos podido subir de clase y nos hemos vuelto a nuestras literas enanas llenas de mugre con ratas y cucarachas recorriendonos el cuerpo, no, no exagero, aunque yo a las cucarachas no las he visto. Ademas hemos tenido que pasar por los mil vagones esquivando oleadas de gente y de pies que colgaban a la altura de nuestras caras mientras dormian. No quiero ni hablar de los servicios por si hay alguien sensible leyendo, pero vamos que un cerdo los ve y vomitaria durante horas. Una maravilla vamos.

Pero India tiene su encanto, lo juro...


ale

hello from madeira bay

Well, my employer kindly flew me to Florida (gulf coast, near Tampa) for a week in February, but we have hit a cold spell that is supposed to last until the day I leave. Bummer. I walked on the beach anyway, last night and tonight, in the cold and dark with some work friends.

I have been meaning to take pictures, but there is not enough daylight. I have to leave for work before it's quite light out, and by the time I return I have to race to catch the sunset. I will have to figure out the timing before I leave.

The waves are mesmerizing, even in the cold. There are sea birds and green plants and actual flowers blooming outside.

Tammy and I are reading "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou, published in 1969 (of course!). We can't really assign it to one day but I read a good bit of it on the plane yesterday. It's good, though disturbing, and especially interesting in light of having just read An Interrupted Life which was written at the same time - but what an entirely different world. Yet both women were "caged birds" in their way.

For today, we are writing a note of appreciation to someone we love and sending it snail mail. I had to beg paper and an envelope from the hotel desk, but my note to Bryan is written and now I need to find a stamp - mailing it from Florida would be way cooler than from home. Even if it is almost as cold here as in Salt Lake!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Cositas desde India

Ya llevamos mas de 2 semanitas en India.
Nos han pasado unas cuantas cosillas, entre ellas, he participado de extra en una peli India. Que por cierto, pese a ser bastante cutres, estan llenas de energia y bailoteo.
Me lo he pasado genial. La peli se llama Abhay y saldra este mes, son muy bestias, las pelis salen el mismo mes que se terminan de grabar, deben pasar un par de dias en postproduccion y listo...

Hoy lleganunas amias desde Espanya y nos iremos de Chennay, que por cierto es un poco pestoso. Hay que evitar las ciudades grandes a toda costa porque son un infierno de trafico, contaminacion y mierda. Estoy por ver una ciudad grande en India que no apeste.

Hemos estado enunos cuantos sitios, uno de ellos Pondicherry, antigua colonia francesa, donde nos fuimos al cina con unos coleguillas Indios que nos echamos. Vimos una peli en idioma Tamil que duraba 3 horas y que sin duda era la peli mas hortera que he isto en mi vida. Merecian la pena las escenas de bailes y en hambiente que habia en el cine. La gente expresaba sus sentimientos en voz alta...

Por cierto, aqui hay clases para todo, incluso para entrar en el cine hay varios precios.

Por cierto que he viajado con una amiga enun autobus desde Bangalore a Chennay con una cama doble, muy bestia, ya subire fotitos.

Me gusta bastante India, al menos de momento. La gente es bastante risuenya y alegre, es un poco como estar tratando con crios grandes.

Ire actuaizandoos.

Por cierto, no es que nosepa escribir, es que el teclado no admite simbolos Espanyoles ni acentos.

Beso

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