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Unmeatly Body ?

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Click the image to enlarge; then, you must read this whole thing out loud. With an audience, preferably, but even if you are alone. The whole thing. This sign was posted outside a tent by side of the road. You going in? I’m not going in.

Bespoke Bollywood

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SInce our arrival in India, I have been limited to, and quite happy with, a single vice: custom-tailored clothes. Raymond of India is the largest distributor of fabric in the country, moving unbelievable quantities of wool, cotton, linen, silk, and other ready-to-use textiles through their innumerable retail storefronts (sometimes multiple stores on a single street – you think Starbuck’s is ubiquitous back home? Meh !). We popped in one day just to check it out, and left having ordered 4 or 5 shirts, after having measurements taken and drinking hot chai with a half dozen store attendants. Each shirt, custom stitched with the fabric of our choice, was about 20 dollars in U.S. money. So this new vice is not as profligate is it may sound :)

Vice is no fun alone, and so I found a perfect co-conspirator in dear Mr. Andrew Cox. We have been endlessly darting in and out of Raymond for months now, having shirts of all kinds put together, and just recently, we commissioned a pair of three-piece suits. This was a fantastic adventure, throughout which the Raymond tailors were endlessly patient with us as we changed our minds, made adjustments, and generally made a confusing mess of things any time we entered the store. This adventure finally came to an end: last night was Andrew and Nina’s final hurrah in Bangalore, as they are moving to Italy; his suit had just been completed, and the tailor from Raymond made the delivery at 10:30 pm during our farewell party for our once-and-future Bangalore doppelgangers.

A Lightroom Tutorial

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Step One: You will need a great camera, a copy of Adobe Photoshop Lightroom, and these cheekbones… Let me know when you are ready for step two.

Harish, Baby-No-Name, and Sai Baba.

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Harish is the 12-year old son of our 30-year old maid; baby-no-name is her 6-month old grandson, the son of her adult daughter (not seen in these pix).

Harish is on summer vacation, visiting his mother here from his school-and-village-and-ashram at Puttaparthi. He is being educated (programmed ?) by Sai Baba‘s system there, and is full af wondrous tales of Sai Baba’s miracles: “Sooo many miracles, Uncle! He pulled 3 tons of lingam from his mouth! And if you dance really, really nice, Uncle, he will put his hand to his chest, and a golden chain will appear for you!”

Sai Baba has undoubtedly done well by his followers here in India, numbering 6 million or more: hospitals, infrastructure, water, food, and schools like the very one that Harish attends (worldwide numbers are hard to verify but have been stated to be between 5 and 50 million). However, he is also under the shadow of many scandalous accusations involving murder, sexual abuse of children, and plain old trickery. We can’t help but wonder if Harish’s innocent and enthusiastic good looks may lead him somewhere bad; and we also wonder where else he might otherwise be. It’s a tough problem. Despite the persistent accusations, Sai Baba is fairly untouchable here politically, due at very least to his tremendous number of followers in India and around the world.

As for baby-no-name, it is apparently not uncommon for the Hindu people to wait from 12 days to up to a year to name a newborn child here; at some auspicious date during that time, there will be a naming ceremony . I kind of like that idea: give the child some time to make his essence known, and learn what his name wants to be, rather than immediately impose a name that is more arbitrarily determined.

The BBC has done a thorough exposé of Sai Baba, check it out here.

Bicycle Parts

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Check out the details on this cast-iron baby. The metal frame around the rear reflector (note the Atlas logo in the reflector itself), the metal badging on the rear fender and the seat, the incredible “hood ornament” on the front fender, the rack (fully unfolded to show its amazing load bearing capacity), and the chili-and-lime puja threaded to the front hardware. These bikes are a throwback to 50 years ago, built substantial and heavy, free of ergonomic considerations; the antithesis to what we seek out in a bike back home in the States. But here in India they are omnipresent artifacts, on every street in the country, the used relics indistinguishable from the brand new.

Fuck Yeah Cilantro !

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OK so my new favorite daily read is the fantastic Fuck Yeah Cilantro site, a place where those of us with serious cilantro fetishes can gather without shame, share some cilantro cheesecake, have a laugh or just beat the crap out of unbelievers.

Living in India of course we run into cilantro every day in new and astonishing ways; therefore I have decided to make my contribution to Cilantro Culture by periodically reporting from the front lines, using a Fuck Yeah Cilantro press pass that I made out of construction paper, Elmer’s glue, and green glitter.

Today’s submission is an Indian specialty: the Fresh Lime Soda. Especially great in the hot hot heat here, when done right, they will bring you carafes of soda water, a small pitcher of sugar syrup (because if you use sugar crystals with the soda water you will be mopping up the table), and some freshly squeezed lime juice or concentrate. You mix to taste. In some cases they will garnish with lime, lemon, mint, or in this case…. Cilantro. Nothing more satisfying on a hot, humid day: it starts sweet, has a little playtime, then finishes with that special cilantro twinkle.

In India, we say, “Coriander.” Say it with me: COR – EEE – AND – ER. Niiice :)

For more, be sure to visit Fuck Yeah Cilantro and tell ’em Phil sent ya.