Oct 1, 2016Roses and RangoonThe taste of rose is a a fundamentally non-linguistic concept, isn't it?
Sep 24, 2016A Monument-al Week (sorry.)It has been a week mostly of monuments, and learning how to say “What time is it?” and a lot of paneer. Paneer is quite good. And Badminton!
Sep 19, 2016A Weekend ExcursionI had a weekend! A good one! We did all kinds of crazy things, while avoiding sleep like the plague. And by crazy, I mean pretty not-crazy. We saw some old buildings! Some were big, some were small. We also played with a puppy, and saw several different cows.
Sep 15, 2016Reading and Wandering and CookingSo, I've just been reading some of David Foster Wallace's Oblivion Stories and he has this weird style of long, tortuously drawn out sentences that probably in the ones that I read at least lasted on average a good page or so, with minimal punctuation and wide oscillations through time and across subplots and random tangents and which (the style) has gotten rather steeped in my mind and it's not like it is bad, per se, although I don't profess to have the linguistic skill to pull it off myself and but so I'm sorry if that makes its way into my writing because really DFW can only barely pull it off himself and presumably from many perspectives does not quite manage to.
Sep 10, 2016Settling in, a bitWell, that was an interesting evening. A group of us went out for an early evening on the town, as everyone else had a 9pm curfew. We visited Hauz Khas Village, described by my hostmother Tiposhi-ji as “full of young people, and parties, and just smells of drugs and hashish;” we were, of course, intrigued. Walking to the village from the metro is rather long and takes you by two beautiful parks, and as you get closer there is a collection of old monuments and tombs, to something or someone I do not know (they had little information placards, but the information they contained was something like “under act 243a this site has been declared an active historical site” and not, say, why they were historical sites). There was a beautiful white temple, and then the parking started, and there was a large pile of trash, and then: the village. It was, as predicted, full of young people. Not so much of the parties at 5pm, but it definitely smelled like hashish.
Sep 6, 2016Paris![I have been existing with minimal wifi for some time now, but rest assured: I did write this post while still in the airport in Paris]