i was feeling lazy today, oh boy
So, today's post is about watching a film and buying a t-shirt. F
The film was The Bourne Ultimatum. It's (isn't everything, really?) all about being under surveillance by (y)our own government, lines being blurred about good/bad people and shaky camerawork.
Also, nifty little sequences in Waterloo station in London and in a neighbourhood in Tangiers (the rooftop scene).
The t-shirt was
this one. The chap (English guy who'd been to Nepal "four times" and "was too lazy to hike but went rafting" -- including once right near where my dad used to live) pointed out he'd gotten the definition from the OED.
Well, that's all right then. Why am I bothering to write dissertation on contested claims of definition when I can just buy a t-shirt instead?
Labels: berkeley, Bourne Ultimatum, nepal, t-shirt
of smoke shops and Nepali names
Since I have about ten days more left in this part of the country, I thought I'd do daily posts about things I've been noticing. Or, stuff that's been happening. Today was the last day of a 3-day break before the start of my final session of teaching. I wandered off to San Francisco (a 30-min train trip) and set out to explore Haight-Ashbury. H-A, for those of yous who are interested, is like a large (but seedier) Thamel. Or, for the non-Nepali reader(s), H-A is where the Grateful Dead used to live (or had a house). It's where the "summer of love" (apparently) happened so loads of folks flock down there to check it out (or so it seemed). I'm still unsure what the "summer of love" was about.*
During the course of the afternoon, I was sat at a park when a bloke wandered up (blokes tend to wander up fairly often in Berkeley/SF I've noticed). Bloke had a fairly ripe smell about him (SF is seriously lacking in public showers, it seems).
Said bloke started talking (most folks are v chatty here):
Bloke (waving what looked like a lit ciggie): want a smoke?
Me: No
Bloke: why?
Me: I don't smoke
Bloke: You have an accent. Where're you from?
Me: Nepal
Bloke: Oh, that's why you don't smoke then. I hear you eat ganja over there--ganja cakes?
Me:
silence So, it's nice that people know about Nepal. It's nice that half the shops seem to sell stuff from Nepal. It's nice that there are loads of Nepali restaurants about. But, it's not that nice that a lot of this association is to do with ganja**. We do have non potheads about as well--not that yous would know it if you were here. Most smoke (head) shops even have Nepali names, including one called
Annapurna in Berkeley. Yes, well, from Goddess to one of the highest mountains in the world to a head shop. Oh why didn't some enterprising Nepali trademark the bloody name? An excellent money-making opportunity lost right there.
* I suppose I should Google it at some point or I'll just wait to get back to TUWSNBN and ask one of my fellow Americans there.
** Though perhaps ganja can't be much worse than being known as the royal familiy-murdering, politically-unstable, anachronistic country that the Northern Danes seemed to think we were.
Labels: berkeley, head shops, nepal, San Francisco, walking
needed: authors for a new constitution
With not much fanfare (not that there is ever fanfare about Nepal), Nepal is now a
federal state.
Not quite sure how Federalism changes things. According to my parents, foodstuffs, especially veggies, are rather scarce in the big city as protests and transport strikes by people in the southern part of the country (where the crops are grown) continues.
Though, as my Mum put it, "Thank goodness, there're always potatoes".
Labels: family stuff, nepal, potatoes
