A couple weeks ago in an auto home, marie, mandy, and natalie were discussing the mustache phenomenon here. Natalie threw out that an estimated 80% of guys have a 'stache. Mandy refuted her claim and was adamant about only about 20%. So, they did a random sampling and for the rest of the ride home had one count mustaches and one count shaved to get a percentage.
Turns out that 72% of men over 18 have mustaches.
I love it.
The man on the side of the road who always has business trimming peoples mustaches without any overhead of a shop rent, will probably stay busy and continue to make pure profits in the time to come.
Incredible India
That is the slogan of the country I'm in right now. Sometimes I feel a part of it, and other times I think I'm being rejected by it on all fronts. I am back to sleeping in my good old non AC and very little natural air circulation room. I started last night and am back in tonight. It was warm last night and I couldn't stop thinking about inception, and feeling sick, so I didn't sleep very well last night and tonight the power has been spotty which means, when ours goes out, the warm air in my room sits still and the generator next door kicks in. Every time it does I try to convince myself it is soothing, it's really just loud jagged noise, including a sporadic clamoring-pots and pans hitting together-sounds for added gusto. Anyway, that on top of the mosquito bites and potentially bed-bug bites, a mouse that we found inside yesterday, and me not feeling super awesome is going to make for a very un-restful sleep.
Kerala
I had an amazing time in Kerala a week and a half ago. It's the only democratically elected communist state. I am pretty sure it's where the jungle book was set.
Locked out
Our front door is locked by a big padlock we keep with a metal clasp. It’s rare that everyone is out of the house with random sicknesses and people working on projects from home but a few nights ago we did all leave together. We went down our crowded and always wet with something street and grabbed some dinner. I had another errand to run so when I came back to the apartment everyone else was standing outside the door in the dark. They told me that we are locked out. I didn’t get it until they explained that the lock by the doorknob shut. I went downstairs to our landlord and of course, they didn’t have a key. All of our doors and windows are barred and we do have a back door with a key hangng about 15 feet away on a string.
So, here is what happened.
So, here is what happened.
Balloon Week
Sorry I've slacked on the blog lately. I'm going to do better. Starting now. With this post.
I've deemed this week Balloon week. There are generally types of people that stop us at auto ricksha’s:
1. Beggars. That’s still tough.
2. Drag queens who curse you if you don’t give them money, I maybe yelled at one a few weeks ago but that is a different story.
3. People who sell things. They tend to sell either plastic airplanes, over-sized umbrellas, or balloons. I have a goal this week to buy every balloon that is offered to me this week.
I've deemed this week Balloon week. There are generally types of people that stop us at auto ricksha’s:
1. Beggars. That’s still tough.
2. Drag queens who curse you if you don’t give them money, I maybe yelled at one a few weeks ago but that is a different story.
3. People who sell things. They tend to sell either plastic airplanes, over-sized umbrellas, or balloons. I have a goal this week to buy every balloon that is offered to me this week.
June 30, 2010
While getting ready for the day this morning, we heard this loud loud instrument playing outside somewhere. Having heard a similar instrument in a band last week from 1-4am for a wedding procession in full acoustics, I dismissed it as another wedding procession until Mandy told us to look out our front window. This teenage boy was standing there with his oboe-type instrument, blasting his music at our door with his ornamented cow companion. I'm assuming he is some holy man who goes door to door for money. I got a few photos and video of him so all you readers can get a taste of what we saw this morning as we gazed down from our window.
Alice
Alice is a jolly woman who is a great cook. Taylor definitely hid the curry powder from her to try to deter the 2 heaping scoops that she frequently would add into everything she made, but generally she does a great job with the curry and rice we eat every night. Generally it all tastes the same, but it's really good.
In south India, they use a lot of curry leaves, cumin, cardamon, sesame, salt, garlic ginger paste, and cinnamon and cloves to make curry. All in one pot. It is very flavorful. that's for sure. I really like it. My favorite are curries with Dahl (lentils). There are also green mangoes that they put into some of the curries.
Alice was married off at age 17 to her uncle (then 54 years old) because he was a drinker and her mom wanted her to help motivate him to change. It worked! He did change and they had two kids and sadly he died of a heart attack about five years ago. Alice is probably now about 50 years old. She calls everyone "sister" and is full of smiles.
In south India, they use a lot of curry leaves, cumin, cardamon, sesame, salt, garlic ginger paste, and cinnamon and cloves to make curry. All in one pot. It is very flavorful. that's for sure. I really like it. My favorite are curries with Dahl (lentils). There are also green mangoes that they put into some of the curries.
Alice was married off at age 17 to her uncle (then 54 years old) because he was a drinker and her mom wanted her to help motivate him to change. It worked! He did change and they had two kids and sadly he died of a heart attack about five years ago. Alice is probably now about 50 years old. She calls everyone "sister" and is full of smiles.
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