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I had planned to write about the last several days, about Arachna and her lovely friends, about my flatmates and apartment house mates, with whom I’ve formed a little community, about going to the bar with the great view, of the auto rickshaws and shopping and walking. Instead, I’m wiped out. Not sure what it… Continue reading They call it Delhi belly

When I wake up here, the first thing I hear are the birds. No ordinary chirping, these are tropical birds with strange calls. The bird calls invite other birds: right now, I hear a grouchy crow. The birds start at the very first light, while it’s still gray in my room. The light brightens and… Continue reading What I hear in the morning

A wonderful first day … where I end up having lunch on the roof, hearing a good presentation, eat Baskin-Robbins, then take a motor rickshaw to the Oberoi, meet a mutual friend, meet young artists and the well-known founder of the NID– National Institute of Design, then go home again, finally meeting my sufficiently snarky… Continue reading First day

Countries we flew over Originally uploaded by maximolly. On our way to Bangalore, we flew over Iran and Kuwait. I couldn’t see anything as we flew over Mumbai — cloud cover, I assume. But all of this was fascinating to me. I’ve never flown over–or to–India or parts of the Middle East.

So tired. But I’m here. I’m at the guest flat that I’m staying in in Bangalore. More soon.

me and my sweetie, saarinen, twa Originally uploaded by maximolly. Enrique and I found that the BA terminal at JFK left a lot to be desired, but was just one AirTrain stop from Eero Saarinen’s TWA Terminal. It looks much smaller than you’d imagine, and it’s kind of sad. Are they remodeling it for jetBlue’s… Continue reading An hour before my flight to London

It came quickly. Tonight, I leave for India via London. 14+ hours on two flights with a four hour layover in London, though honestly, I’ve been in the air that long between Italy and San Francisco. It’s just that it still seems longer or farther–it’s India after all. At 5 a.m. the morning of the… Continue reading Today’s the big day: India!

My arm’s sore. It’s got five new holes in it: two in my left bicep, two in my right bicep, one on the inside of my arm. Vaccinations: hepatitis A, polio booster, flu booster, typhoid fever, blood work to determine if I can take a certain kind of malarial prophylaxis for when I get back.… Continue reading The news

IDII class of 2006, congratulations. You guys kick ass. The world’s going to be excited about you! But it just kills me that I missed the final, final show and graduation at IDII. The school will be fully absorbed into the Domus Academy as of 30 June, ceasing to exist as we knew it (I… Continue reading Missing IDII’s final show and graduation

It hit me like a wave. I was at the local health food store, and picked up Imbibe magazine at the checkstand. It looked like something published on the West Coast, and indeed it was. Right inside the cover: the sweet faces of Eileen and Jeremy, the owners of Ritual. Ritual was my favorite place… Continue reading Homesickness