The nice company who sold us our Internet router (up front cost: $100) gave us a $100 rebate form to fill out and return. Rebate forms are, I’m sure, a…
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notes from a flatbed bicycle rickshaw ride, Jatipur/Govardhan, India, December 2010 “Heading into town” in India isn’t the easiest maneuver for one who a) doesn’t know the language b) doesn’t…
Notes from Chowpatty, Mumbai, Radha-Gopinath temple This morning, I got a surprise when it was time for Srimad-Bhagavatam class: there wasn’t any. Bewildered, I asked somebody what was up. He…
I live near the beach now. In the morning I see solitary beachcombers out, heads down, walking very slowly, pausing to pick up shells. I’ve done this. You look for…
The cows and bulls in Jagannath Puri are not the scrawny kind you see some places. These are wild, well-fed resort town cows. They’ve got hotel after hotel after restaurant…
Today’s the day after the Super Bowl, and I’m in Jagannath Puri on the east coast of India on the Bay of Bengal. No one here watches the Super Bowl.…
At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to the trouble of trying to bring a guitar to India. I didn’t want to carry another piece of baggage,…
I’ve been out of commission for the past few days—with Obligatory Vrindavan Sickness (or OVS). This occurrence of OVS was a non-stop joyride from “Sore Throat and Stuffed Nose” to…
praying to Lord Krishna and Srimati Radharani for Their mercy in composing anything worthwhile. . . This Vrindavan place is WILD. Monkeys everywhere, trash everywhere, dirt everywhere, rickshaws and motor…
In an obvious but doomed attempt to keep pace with the Western world’s “comfortable-retail shopping-as-life’s-ultimate-goal” philosophy, i noticed huge construction projects looming up behind the crumbling roadside corrugated metal shoeboxes…