why do i never update at home?

simile: india is like the world's biggest oven.
metaphor: india is the world's biggest oven.

two weeks into the trip i still don't see how anyone could possibly want to live here.
i'm in an ayurvedic treatment centre for the next fifteen days, taking pictures of geese and krishna statues and writing letters. and sweating constantly. i don't really like the experience of being thoroughly oiled. the herbs i drink taste like satan's wrath. my doctor is insane. the little women in saris are adorable. i'm delighted to be out of bombay.
gimme your address and ill writechasomethin.

edit:i'm really bummed about missing hurricane season in gainesville rock city. and halloween, and the fair, and halloween horror nights, and all those fun things that go down in my favourite time of year. apparantly there's a little hurricane heading towards that area... richard and i were trying to get a bunch of people (with a few successes, mind you) to get hurricane tattoos and form a whole super squad...sweet action.

i'm too hot to be inspired. or deep. but i'm mustering a feeling of apologetic sympathy, dear reader.
things are beautiful but i like gville better.
xo