November 30, 2011
Travel is at its most rewarding when it ceases to be about your reaching a destination and becomes indistinguishable from living your life.
Paul Theroux (via johnicareed)November 17, 2011
One of these kids is not like the others… Just after sunrise in Sarangkot, #Nepal.
November 15, 2011
“At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.”
—Toni Morrison
November 12, 2011
Citizen Copenhagen in a meditative pose. #Himalayas #Nepal
Shorties in a tiny Himalayan village throwing up deuces. #Nepal
November 7, 2011
when are you going to update fatjuicyoyster? i looove that blog!footballluvr
Hi! To be honest, I have no idea what to do with FJO. I started it as a place to play, never really intending for anyone to read it. I’ve outgrown it, I think, but I’m not sure AT ALL what’s next. I owe you guys at least a closing post though. I’ll let you know. Thanks for giving a sh*t! Beso grande!
greetings from salvador, bahia! just want to say thank you for sharing your experiences via twitter and tumblr. they especially give me comfort as a blk american woman living and studying abroad, often feeling strange and alien--even in salvador. your tweet about being stared at resonated. its often because of my hair that i get looks. im working on a way to deal with the stares beyond: looking down while i walk, staring back and growling, or being on the verge of tears. your positivity helps. :mybathwater
Danyeeeezy, I hope you’re keeping journals, travelogues or whatevers of your experiences in Salvador! I’ve heard so many women of color say they “fit right in in Salvador”, so I’m so intrigued by what you’re experiencing. Also, I feel for you. The staring in Macedonia took me down hard, so I’ve gone for full on engagement this time, smiling & saying hello to EVERYONE. No time to stare with your mouth open when you’re trying to formulate a greeting. Especially if you’re scrambling to put together some English. I’ve had experiences that left me growling and teary eyed, but I’ve stopped internalizing that shit. A bit tiring at times, but literally forcing people to see you as a sentient being (as in, NOT an object to be ogled), works way better.
Anyway, I’ll be following your experience! So intrigued…you host couch surfers, shawty ;-)…
November 6, 2011
November 1, 2011
Tibetan Girl: You’re not married? Good! It is better, ma’am, to don’t get married. Just have a boyfriend. When you are married you’re like a pet dog— always in the house. Me: Ummm…where did you get this? Tibetan Girl: Trust me!
October 29, 2011
Our way home from seeing Ra-One, the Bollywood blockbuster of the year, included many a detour. We first came upon a “puja” or celebration in honor of the Hindu goddess Kali, the destroyer. The fearsome goddess’s name literally means, “the black one”, so my presence, as you can imagine, was regarded as portent. Normally, only men dance at these celebrations, as you can see in the video, but I was invited—more like begged, implored, and damn near dragged—to join in. I escaped before it came to that. Would hate to anger the goddess with a bad impersonation. Or tangle with energies I don’t quite understand yet.
When a monk asks to touch your hair, you say yes. And you’re not even mad about it. It’s an oft forgotten Buddhist principle.
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Nepal Buddhism locs TeamNaturalHair
October 26, 2011
In Nepali culture, between the day of the crow and the day of the cow is the day of the dog. Dog’s “TIhar” party. There’s a little ceremony to celebrate, honor, do “pooja” to the dog. They get red dye—tika—on their foreheads, orange garland around their necks, and a special meal. Some people go as far as to throw dog parties, replacing garland and tika with plastic jewels and party hats. Invites read, “peaceful dogs only”. The ceremony itself is quite short. I mean, they’re dogs. The best is to see street dogs walking around all decked out in florals, scavenging, dignified like.
