dis kribbeln in se belly that one neva forkets
Monthly Archives: November 2009
ON BUTTER SCULPTURES AND SAND MANDALAS
I visited a monastery the other day, a tibetan buddhist monastery called Tsecholing. it was very colorful and decorated with all kinds of shrines, altars, wall paintings, flowers. the monks are incredibly friendly and almost naively kind. someone had put some chocolate bars as an offering under the huge photo of his holiness, the 14th [...]
SELF-PORTRAIT AS A POEM
nein ich bin nicht gekommen um zu bleiben
und ja ich hab ein ticket zurueck
und nein ich hab mich schon gefunden
jedenfalls was es da zu finden gab
und ja es geht mir gut
und ich verstehe nicht warum ein mensch einen anderen quaelt
und der mit locken glatte haare will
und wie das telefon funktioniert
grenzen auf dem planeten erde sind [...]
A HIGHLIGHT
Saturday night, I had dinner in the restaurant that is Pierce Brosnan (007) personal choice in whole McLeod Ganj! It said in the menu! The restaurant is called McLlo and there’s a lot of Punjabi Indian males hitting on western girls (I slowly start to understand that “hitting on someone” is taken very literally by [...]