Spring time has come to Kathmandu. Whenever I think of 'spring' I remember Will Ferrell in "the Producers" as the neo-nazi play-write who writes a play called "Springtime for Hitler". This photo was taken in my backyard. That's Dulce, my dog. She was just playing in the grass, and I needed something to take a picture of, so I snapped a couple shots of her rolling around in the grass. Not what you'd call a world-class photo, but I find it quite nice anyway.
In the meantime, life goes on as we know it. I recently got the bill for my AP courses which came as sort of a shock. It really put things into perspective for me. We really are more than halfway through the school year. It still feels like yesterday that I was meeting new students on the first day of school. How time flies, huh?
On the plus side we have Friday off. I am unsure of the details, but I would assume the reason for this is Lhosar, the Tibetan New year. That's always nice.
This time I can promise you more interesting pics to come. I'm going to Pashupati on Sunday with my dad, a little father-son photo walk among the Sadhu's from India. They come up about once a year for the annual Shiva Ratri celebration, and my dad seems to know all of them. Its funny, whenever we go there, they'll greet him like an old friend, offer him an iron jockstrap, or a puff from their always full Chilum. Dad takes some people for a walk around Pashupati every year at this time, so he would know all the Sadhu's.
Everyone takes pictures of them, and gives them 5 rupees, or so, and then never sees them again. There's the difference between them all and my dad. He makes a point to take the pictures, give them some money, and then bring them the prints after a few days. It's that little thing that makes all the difference. He treats them like real people, not as a spectacular phenomenon. They all have a laugh about the pics, and in this way a friendship is developed. It's nothing special; not like their BFF's. But this small action of kindness is what separates him from the rest of the photographers out there.
No wonder they all like him so much.
I'll post more after the weekend.
So for now, I'm off!
I just got back from Delhi on Sunday. I was there for a music festival among schools in South East Asia. It was pretty fun, but really tiring. Three days of non-stop singing will really take it out of you. I had a great time, but I don't think people understood me.
I would crack all these great jokes, but no one laughed at them! It's just my sense of humor, but it was still a little bit traumatizing. I mean, what if I go somewhere else, and no one there gets me either? What if the only place I can live is here? One girl actually thought I was crazy. Honestly, she thought that I was seriously crazy. Like I belong in an insane asylum. I guess that's actually kind of cool. I mean, I see crazy as totally wild, and I'd rather be that than just a weirdo.
Other than the misunderstandings, the trip was really good. We were only there for 3 days, but it felt like a year. No joke. It felt like it was FOREVER. That's probably cause everyday the teachers would squeeze as much energy as they could from us all, which meant that we were pretty much busy every second, of every day. I didn't get to se much of Delhi (because we were so busy) but the school there is really nice. It's awesome. It's like a real school. I mean, here we have a real school too. But in Delhi they had a cafeteria and like three gyms and I got lost about 8 billion times and it was AWESOME!
On another note, I aplogize for not posting any photos for ages. I just haven't taken any since...well, a long time.
Sorry! I'll try to get some random shots in this weekend!
Anywho, time for din-din now.
So, as always, it's been a pleasure having a one way conversation with you (I think that's going to be my new sign off line. What do you think?)
Tomorrow is the Super-ball. For those of you who don't know, that is the final of the American Football tournament. Now, I can't say that I'm a big football fan (I don't even know whose playing tomorrow. I know it's Pittsburgh against, (here's where I get lost) Arizona? Who knows). It got me thinking. Why am I going to this thing? I'm going to be waking up at 4 in the morning, to go watch something that I don't have any real interest for, and then to go to school. I'm not even going to be able to finish watching this thing. Maybe I'm just doing it for something to do. But then again, I could always sleep instead of going to this. The extra hour sometimes does wonders for me.
So why do I do it? I guess I'll never know.
Any ideas?
"I typed your name into a calculator where it spelled a dirty word when I turned it upside-down"
That has absolutely nothing to do with the super-ball, but I thought I'd throw it in here because I'm such a free spirit. It's a line from a song ("Twilight Omens"-Franz Ferdinand: Check it out!). For some reason that I really like that line. When I heard it I was like "Hey! That's cool!". It's original, quirky, witty-all that good stuff.
It's just one of those lines that stands out (at least to me), ya know?
You know, I've always wondered (for about 5 seconds now) what classifies a word as "dirty". I mean, there are cuss words, that I understand. But other words can be called Dirty too, when used in the right context (I won't go into details, for both our sakes). It's kinda weird. What if "sandals" was a dirty word? Now pick your favorite "dirty" word, and switch it's place with sandals.
Who was the dude who heard *insert dirty word here* and said "That's a bad word!"? Ever thought about that? Might just be me.
Oy-vey. That's what thinking about something too much will do to ya.
Wow. I'm kinda lost now.
Wow...
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