Saturday, May 10, 2014

This House Eats Shit.

Mood: Rum happy
Listening to: Stay – Thirty Seconds to Mars (live)

Let’s clear a few things up internets. Jared Leto in Thirty Seconds to Mars – Yes. Sweet baby eggplants  yes. That man has pipes that make me wanna weep.  Oh for god’s sake- not that kind of pipe you kinky wankers.

Second – My house does not eat poo. It eats stuff in a way that when I go looking for random things, they are nowhere to be found. Now, this may seem normal to you if you are a person who is not of the overly neat/organized/Martha Stewart Magazine/compulsive persuasion. Unfortunately, I am all of the previous adjectives. In my entire life, I have never lost so many things as go missing in this apartment. Not I forget where I put them, things are not where I left them.  I’m one of those annoying people that repeats that there is a place for everything and everything in its place. I know, I know. I really can’t help it – but I do try to keep that phrase in my head instead of annoying the sam hell out of the people around me.

This has a tendency to throw me off the deep end of crazy, because I just need to not not know where things are. Daddy G has spent many amused hours watching me throw stuff out of closets and drawers cursing, looking for something that I swear I left there the last time I saw it. The worst is electrical cords. I keep all the extra electric cords in a plastic bag. Most of them are free phone cords that we’ve received over the years from a new phone or the phone company, and I have no idea why I don’t get rid of them as we don’t even use our landline right now. So help everyone when a cord goes missing in my house – it will never, ever be seen again.  I’m talking worm hole opening up and the cord appearing in another dimension  out of the sky and smacking someone on the head type never seen again.

My family was lower middle class when I was growing up. Things were downright tight most of the time with both my parents working and doing their best. We grew up with a rather conservative estimation of what garbage consists of. Namely anything that is utterly destroyed and cannot be used for anything else. I have annoyed many a Salvation Army/Goodwill donation center insisting that surely there’s something someone can do with random odd items. Anyhow, moral is – I absolutely would not have thrown good and useful cords away.

My kitchen is another area where things magically move around. I think this has more to do with my new maid rather than the apartment itself, but seriously, how do you hide a 3 liter pot for an hour while I search and curse. My kitchen is not huge, let me assure you.

India has done wonders for me when it comes to chilling the fuck out about things I can’t control – which tends to bleed into absolutely every aspect of life here (the incontrollability, not my chill level). This is just one I can’t get over.

I want my damn HDMI cable back apartment. Also, kitchen, I want that spatula back. 

Friday, May 9, 2014

Bats in the Belfry

Listening to: Fat Bottom Girls - the Casey Abrams/Jack Black version. I love me some Jack Black!
Mood: Happy/Slightly manic

Hey Internets, what's hanging? I know, it's been a while, but someone told me I was a good writer this week. This led to blushing/giggling/a general remembrance that hey, I DO like writing. A lot. I'm just equally good at procrastination/wasting time. Here's to you Varun, for reminding me.

So yeah, just so we're on the same page, if I show up only sporadically, I'm not going to bother with the explanations anymore. 1. Because they're lame (my excuses), 2. It's just a waste of time, and 3. Damn it internets, we agreed that this was a casual relationship. Don't be stalking me.

Here's what I've been up to in the mean time. I've spent quite a bit time with my 28 students. But not too much because it's summer vacation and half of them have wandered off to who knows where. I lost my assistant (to a Master's degree program in the US) and have been enjoying Twitter. Ok, ok, I have been spending WAY too much time on Twitter. It's been fun though. I've met a few interesting, and hopefully non-psychotic people.

I've been to Kakinada in Andhra Pradesh. You can wander on over to Following the Masala if you'd like to hear about that.

We've changed my daughters' school also, to mainly positive effect, which has been great. The three month summer vacation they'll have is not so great.

So not much going on right now Internets. I'm not sure what Bats, or belfrys had to do with anything either, but I'm kind of random like that. I'll be back again, hopefully with something more...focused to say.