Ye Olde Flotsam & Jetsam by pooja is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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As We Enter - Nas and Damian “Jr Gong” Marley.
This has been on repeat for the last few weeks. Can’t. Stop.
For real though, THIS is what I spent my teenage years thinking my adult life would be like. Was not all that wrong. We sang outlaw country instead.
My sister! My daughter! WHOZIT?
Genius, 5 Second Films. Hat tip to tweeting Patton Oswalt.
I’ve posted this before, but it makes me so very happy. Chennai, 2007.
We were in Chennai to celebrate Arvind & Tracy’s wedding, which is the only reason I would venture south of Delhi. Quite honestly. (Well, Bangalore, 2011, but family is so persuasive.) We took auto rickshaws everywhere and hid the white people when we could, letting the Tamil speakers bargain to avoid the white man tax. It sometimes worked, but mostly didn’t. Especially when one looked like bald Andre Agassi gone a little to pot, and his equally bald Jewish twin. They would not stay hidden. And I was useless, as my Hindi was terrible under the best of circumstances.
It will always be Madras to me.
Gone in the Morning, Newton Faulkner (2008, from Hand Built by Robots)
This is one of those songs I will be spinning and respinning on ye olde iphone this week. So happy! And relatively new, released only a few years ago. Apologies for the Bieber ad that runs before it. Happy happy fun!
I dreamt last night of the night, but not the one outside my window. It was a night of bright lights and sharp reliefs, grainy black and white. And within, I greeted a man famous in waking life like an old friend, and remembered a history together in great detail, of his mother and wife and small child. I remembered a small house I stayed in within that life, one I have never seen awake, and how to get there from the spot I stood at that moment.
The mountains in the background continued as my guide, mountains that remain steadfast from the first times I’ve dreamed of this place as a wee one.
New York with Mario Batali’s mushrooms. (Taken with Instagram at La Birreria @ Eataly)