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(Rules for) Living Life on the Lime (565)


A. Sing along.

B. Complete tasks you planned to complete.

  1. Don’t freak out if it’s not on exactly the right timeline — flexibility is good.
  2. But quit procrastinating.

C. Sometimes it is hard to understand what people are saying, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting if you figure it out.

  1. For example: “Make Me Proud” by Drake featuring Nicki Minaj is good, but what is Nicki Minaj actually saying? I think there are words missing.

D. Be optimistic.

E. Sleeping enough helps you maintain a normal weight. So do that.

F. Include characters you are uncomfortable writing when you write.

  1. You might make a new friend.
  2. Or learn something new about yourself.
  3. Or you might discover that people are not so different from one another, no matter what identities have been pinned to them (e.g. black, feminist, gay, conservative, stay-at-home mom).

G. Drink enough beer.

  1. But not too much beer.

H. Go swinging.

I. Take pictures.

  1. Of the garden.
  2. And other stuff, too.
in the morning

in the morning 



Last night, my mom left for the airport at 10:30 and I was left to fend for myself until my later flight departs.

With a strange sense of closure, I have ended where I began — in the same hotel, writing a blog post, trying to think about what it means to have been here (as opposed to thinking about what it means to be here), and waiting, waiting for a taxi (before it was my mother) to leave.

India is extraordinary. It is unlike Argentina or Greece or home or Scotland, or anywhere else I may have compared it to. The particular issue of Tibetan refugees in India is astounding. The plethora of cultures and religions and people living and working together, and the stark nature of the inequalities visible alongside one another — these things feel different to me. I am sure it is not different than everywhere. Of course, countries may be unique, but they are diverse within as well. Spending five days in Delhi was something like spending five days in Dharamsala, but the hardness of city life has not spread to Dharamsala, and the presence of monks transforms a setting.

Aaagh. I sound so pretentious, trying to describe any piece of this place in broad strokes. With barely any time here. And no Hindi comprehension at all.

Anyway. I was here. Thank you, India.




L-L-L-London. Oh, hello.


Overwhelming exhaustion ensues the overnight flight. Cell phone charging. 5 days until major assessment; passing means winning an interview. I am experiencing heaviness in the arms — the feeling of leftover Nyquil-drugging, which was supposed to prevent exhaustion ensuing by encouraging sleep, but was not apparently effective. Starbucks man asked if I was American or Canadian. I ate a chocolate croissant, decided to fridge the latte. Laurie would like the usage of verb, “to fridge,” in the previous sentence because it is a demonstration of time and technology dependent lingual development. Time zones are the weirdest.

Sad Face


I’m having a really disappointing conversation on a friend’s facebook wall about activities on Emory’s campus and the use of language by certain student groups. I should probably disengage but it’s so depressing to feel like we aren’t capable of conversing with one another — especially given that in the context of the conversation, everyone is obviously and boldly liberal. Still, it just feels like a lot of angry words.

I mention this so that I will remember I want to write a longer well-formulated piece on this after all the saga of work and travel I have until Thursday of next week.

La la la. Note to self.