It’s been a long week.
I’ve made no attempt to derive profundity from the last week of my life, and so I will not attempt to present it in a profound way. Even if I flexed every fiber in my atrophied literary muscles, I couldn’t organically draft such disjointed happenings.
Here’s a bulletted summary:
- Iceman and Abhi came and went, interrupting my formerly peaceful introduction to Bangalore with favorable pandemonium.
- I made several stabs at the Bangalore nightlife, which I regret to inform ends promptly at 11PM.
- I ate an 18oz steak, which I thought at one point would be the antithesis of this journey. Well, it still is the antithesis, but there is admittedly comfort in availability.
- I moved from the Brunton Aster to the Polonest, and back to the Brunton Aster in under five days.
- I had a catastrophic run in with a single piece of tofu, which caused severe vomiting, and 48 hours of subsequent pain and soreness.
- I’ve taken more pictures than I know what to do with.
- I ate Indian McDonald’s, which shames its American counterparts.
- I am referred to by coworkers as Superman, or Clark Kent, because of my heretofore unrealized resemblance to the Last Son of Krypton, and his bespectacled alter ego.
Now that the chaos has subsided, I am happy to return to exercising self control, and pursuing intellectual and cultural integrity.
Maybe I’ll post some pictures tomorrow.
