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They were wrought of the blood of demons and/or the carcass of a murdered cow. They are grown below ground and unfit for human or deity consumption. They are dirty dirty DIRTY vegetables.

...but without them things would taste so bland. And Vampires would rule the land. Ha.

I feel my motivation returning. What a grand feeling. I love when the excitement of next semester floods into me... it happens every time finals approach, but it's always a surprise ( Read more... )

Goa to Mumbai began with an uncomfortable and insanely long cabin busride. I was crammed in a tiny space behind the driver for 12 hours. I remained pretty chipper for how uncomfortable it was. We reached Goa ready to collapse and really not looking forward to another bus ( Read more... )

Mysore was hilarious. I don't think I've laughed so much since I was in Reno. There was WAY too much food, though. India is like the Shire in that respect. There is breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, brunch, lunch, tea break, dinner, supper, and an infinitude in opportunity for snacking at the small chat stands that line every street. And ( Read more... )

This weekend I'm going to Mysore. Just a two day trip. It's being payed for by USAC, which is a pretty sweet deal. The only downside is Jacob. He is the person USAC hired to help us out to acclimatize to Bangalore and India. He's the one who we go to with questions. But for some reason, he annoys me more than any person I've ever met before in ( Read more... )

Explitves were invented for such occasions ( Read more... )

Madikeri was fun. An hour before I left for my bus, I developed a fever and headache. That was NOT going to stop me. Also before I left, our apartment had a crepe party. Wintson commented on our multi-cultured-ness. He said, "We're Americans in Asia, eating French food." I'm in Asia. That is so weird to think about. I guess I still don't ( Read more... )

'Tis where I'm headed this weekend. Hiking. Waterfalls. Tea plantations. Yaaaaaar.

It is a beautiful miracle of nature mixed with the insipid banality that comes with the gray. I am becoming a little too wistful and anti-social with too much rain. This is new. As a child of the Northwest, I am disappointed in my lack of tolerance ( Read more... )