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I don’t recall if I mentioned that the other night we left after dark and had a near death experience navigating the pitch dark tiny marble-lined stairwell to the office as not only was it not built to US code and each step was set at it’s own non-standard height, but there were giant pipes […]

I love the British infused politeness, here. A sign over the exposed wires awaiting placement of a sconce: My celebratory dinner of dosas at Sagar. Yum. Lets just hope it stays where I put it.

I’ve been here close to 48 hours, though it feels like at least a week. I think it is the constant interaction with people. As I write this, I’m watching the election results roll in at fivethirtyeight.com and a few men sweeping the busy street below my window. Delhi wakes up at 7, but I’ve […]

India is a very resourceful country. I understand they have to be considering the sheer number of inhabitants – imagine the trash problem if the population of India took on the wasteful, disposable United States way of living. This resourcefulness is apparent in everything – from the miniature single ply tissues on my bathroom vanity […]

Why is there a drain in the floor covered with a urinal cake between the toilet and the wall in the ladies water closet? How do you ask for a wake up call as apparently “wake up call” translates to “come by with tea in the morning”? What are the chances I’ll get a phone […]

After 24 hours of travel and about 16 hours of sitting around waiting, I’m writing safely from my hotel room in Nehru Place, Delhi. From my coworker’s room, I can see Iskcon, a harikrishna temple, and the Lotus Temple. From my window, I’ve got a lovely view of traffic and ratty apartments. I could tell […]

Two is such a sweet birthday. Sunday, we celebrated Sylvie’s second birthday with just us. She has a slightly larger celebration on Halloween with the locals. I remember Will looking so surprised and proud when his neighbors sang Happy Birthday on his second, and Sylvie was no different. As presents have trickled in, her reactions […]

I’m always interested in ways to re-use products that we’d otherwise throw away, but the ideas are usually… how do you say… dumb? Basically, turning junk into more junk. Or art, and well, my house barely contains the people that live in it much less the tons of art we could produce with our waste. […]

Hey, Dad, if you build/buy me one of these teeny-tiny cottages for your Hill Country property, we’ll come visit at least once a quarter. Image thanks to TinyTexasHouses.com.