Feb being open house, CY, I am going to cheat and complete the 40 and some, on 30D and then find some other parking space. Thanks for getting me started. Hope to interact with more people, dunno where this goes.

Got lucky this morning, Hare Krishna Sound:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2-6YuOatcg

Vegetable Vendor Sound:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jv_qH8kzKIs

Basics, Feeding:

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=gcj94DWD0lE

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=GvwZCbS1Mb8

Where I am from, dunno, some kind of mongrel, but:

I am going to Sikkim on the 4th of Feb, finally the mountains after such a long time. I studied there for two years; its that little finger sticking up next to Bhutan, which, I hear from old friends, is still a great place to live, despite ‘democracy’ being ushered in last year.

22. The tormentor lives, and his energy and his brilliant ideas…

Didn’t know whether to post this one, but since it was made during this time, thought I might as well…

20. She walked up to us, sitting in an auto, at a traffic signal, and sold us her toy/ fare, for 20 bucks. A quick deal, exchange made, her face lit up. ‘Haat milao’ (shake hands), confidently uttered, or was it an expression of relief? Her gesture, misinterpreted, and her words drowned, as traffic revved up on the countdown, the incessant honking even at a red light, for one, out of earshot, and the other, who didn’t understand the language, meant just what one was conditioned to react to. No other questions being raised here… just what does my leather bag do to/ for me… no time, rushing around, what porosity??… heady and hollow vestigial symbols of what we once were…

19. The last of the catch, as day breaks, going home…

18. I consciously anchored what I recalled of this dream, on the story of the crow that Palzor told me, the night before, about one who hovered above a traffic signal and emulated people walking on the zebra crossing, waiting to move with the lights.

17. My leather bag: I smooth back the mop on top, breathe in the sunlight, and the suspended particles into my bag. My orifices expand and contract, as i~I negotiate the alternating hardness and the blur of a wing against the sunlight, a dove chasing a crow away, and i fart, starting forcefully, contracting my diaphragm, slowly easing into a soft indiscernible purr. i-I move on, satisfied.

16. I am really tired and sleepy.

Tried to upload the flv from the youtube link, for which the image below is the stand-in. . Some issue with it, doesn’t upload…

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=WvDvMTYkuSs

the quality of the upload is not great…still figuring compression, because i made in some random format and then had to scale it down, so that it wouldn’t end up getting squeezed

14. nothing