Seen down Times Square, NYC.
Di is the finest person I know, even if I haven’t met her. I thank God that He made her a photographer, for I see through her pictures how a good heart sees this world.
Piece by “spin doctor” Alastair Campbell in the Guardian. He is a depressive, can get awfully grumpy even now, but he says he has found happiness. He says that to know happiness you should have experienced unhappiness, even extreme misery. Also, you need family, and enduring friendships, and a full life. For that reason, he says you will know the answer to whether you have been happy only at the end of your life.
First thing in the morning, soon as I arrive at the table, I’m reading a chapter from it.
Discovered at Jim Collins’ website. Thanks to Behance.
“To tear ourselves away from the everyday, from habit, from mental laziness which hides from us the strangeness of reality, we must receive something like a real bludgeon blow.” Eugene Ionesco
The lake at Nandi Thota by Shashikiran Mullur
Civet Home
This tree with the tresses is the bhaine tree. They make kallu with it, which is a safe, intoxicant drink. Some nights ago, (my son) Yashas taught me to hold a torch with its base on my forehead, like a miner’s lamp, and look into the plantation. Quite quickly, I caught the first gleaming eyes looking at me from this bhaine. A black creature like a bandicoot; it began to slither down the tree. Then another came after it, and another, and another. Bandicoots up a tree? It turned they were civets. During the day you see their excrement on the tracks in the plantation, which you can tell is theirs because it is full of coffee beans. The beans are special when they are processed like this in the civet’s bowels, and fetch a goodly sum in foreign markets. Civet coffee, selling for the price of wine! $30 a cup!
I spent the weekend in Malnad. On Saturday I rose a little before dawn and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked up at the pulsing stars. Dark figures of silver oak loomed before…
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