Udaipur, Egrets, Trains. India, 1982
28 years ago I spent 3 months alone in India, writing an article on their film industry and being 25. I am posting the stories
28 years ago I spent 3 months alone in India, writing an article on their film industry and being 25. I am posting the stories
The fountains weren’t running at the Ajanta Ambassador. I don’t blame them one bit, in retrospect. I planned to spend an entire three months in
Stories start here I woke up in a strange country. This should not have surprised me. But strange, by nature, is always a surprise. I
I turned 25 in September of 1981. In February of 1982, I took a 3 month trip to India. My ostensible motive for the trip?
Professor C. continues his seminar series, in this case with E.M. Forster, and “A Passage to India.” The work has particular meaning here, in light
I remember last year, during the Christmas season, several of you commented that you prefer to give presents of experience. (And before I go any
Heads up. Tomorrow’s post is another installment in the story of my 1982 travels through India. Since I haven’t done one of these since last
I’ve been writing Privilege for 3 years now. Here’s the first post ever. Proof positive that people can learn and improve. On blog anniversaries, I
Time for the Privilege Annual Report to the Board. Old corporate habits die hard. Although I seem to have retired from software, or at least
On a scale of love for novelty, 1-5, I’d put myself at a 4, even though I’ve lived in the same house for 35 years.
Dress: MaxMara | Shoes: Stuart Weitzman | Earrings: Blue Nile | Bag: Céline | Watch: Apple | Exceedingly rare curled hair: CONAIR I’ve always wanted
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