aric with an a

Take a pack of melting Skittles and make a pair of pants out of them. Find the nearest carnival and drop a sheet of high-grade LSD. When you start to feel sick, make your way to the Hall of Mirrors and ask the carnie to play The Mars Volta on the intercom and enter the Hall. Open any Lewis Carroll novel and read every other line. This, and only this, will give you a slight glimpse of what India is like for the novice.

…are up here.

Would have liked to spend a little more time on these, but whatareyougonnado.

I’m trying to sort out if me sitting in this chair for the past week working on the show and pics was a good thing or not. From what I can tell, no preparation is enough preparation for India. But I’ve barely picked up the book. My friend Vanessa showed me her form of shots she got before heading over there and I looked at it if it was written in Vietnamese. I mean, it was, but regardless, I should still be - at least - aware, no?

I drunkenly picked up Nym’s picture book of the place last night. And plan on looking through it tonight as well. But that’s not really prep, is it? Or maybe it is. Maybe no prep is the best prep. I have general idea of where I’d like to go. But God seems to get his kicks out of when I plan, so I’ll refrain.

I am excited, though. Before this SE Asia trip, I talked to many folk who had been all over, so it seemed…easy, in a sense. But India.

We shall see - I’m keen on getting feedback on the shows, to be honest, I did them for 2 reasons:

1. I miss doing something, doesn’t matter what it is. Just…Contributing. Archiving.
2. It gives a visual to some of the things I’ve seen. Let’s be honest, crazy/dreaded/naked guy is much better seen

…oh, I’m rambling. One meal today out of both poverty and procrastination. Am going to try and go veggie over there. At least until I get sick and then I might as well eat everything.

From what I’ve heard, India is brilliant after you get out.

We shall see.

So long, Bangkok. I do like you.

…are up here.

are up here.

This is wearing me out, one country a day. Oh, the price of being dependent on public approval.

I’m f*cking tired. Forgive the lack of witty lead up to these. First few are travel orientated, then it moves to all sorts of things - from opium nightmares to, well, a really hot ladyboy…and so much more.

…enjoy.