This week’s F5 question is from Roganda of The Weather and Everyone’s Health. I think. So Valentine’s Day is coming up, and my impulse to be timely has overcome my dislike of mush, so today’s question concerns love. “Love is omni-inclusive, progressively exquisite, understanding and tender and compassionately attuned to other than self.”—R. Buckminster Fuller. What are five ways that people in your life (any relation: child, parent, spiritual advisor, friend, etc. etc.) have demonstrated through their actions that they love you–whether they meant to or not? (bonus points for interesting, unusual, unexpected or especially subtle examples). As some people …
Month: February 2004
Recovering In Agra
Well, here I am smack dab in the middle of getting better—I’m up and about again, which is more than I can say for last night. Ugh! I must have eaten something funny for breakfast, or maybe something just got into my mouth from dirty hands though I’ve been careful to wash them as often as possible. Who knows, but anyway, last night, after I realized that the Taj Mahal is closed Fridays, I wanted to go see it, but I was horribly ill. I was in a restaurant (Pizza Hut, no less, which I went to in order to …
Now I’m in Agra…
I spent yesterday afternoon on a train from Jaipur to Agra, from whence I continued on to Fatepur Sikri. I made the trip to Fatepur Sikri by taxi, which was driven by a fascinating conversationalist by the name of Sado. We talked about his vwey unusual life, including how he met his Korean wife on the train once in India, how their courtship-via-commute worked (she came to India seven times in five years to see him) and how finally told her parents if she was going to marry anyone, it would be him—at which point they finally acquiesced after years …
Orkut!!!
Ooops, mentioned Orkut but then said nothing about it. Charlie invited me to orkut.com, which is a kind of online friends-network thing. I’ve joined under the alias gorduncle. It looks like it could be an interesting service, but I’m not gonna explore it much till I’m back in Korea. But you should go check it out!
Orkut, French, and Rushing About
Since coming to India I have heard—and spoke—more French than in years. Of course, it was very little in Dharamsala, as I was still feeling quite assailed and Korean was slipping out all the time. But today I spoke with a French couple for a while, and right now in the next booth a French couple is discoursing about times for their travel plans, and I understand a fair bit of it. Whee. As for my own travel plans, the bus-route to Fatepur Sikri is ridiculous, so I am going to catch a train tomorrow afternoon and sleep to Agra, …