Perhaps you can consider this your blog post for the day.
Today we went to the Elmira Maple Syrup Festival. This is the largest-one-day-maple-syrup related event in the world. So naturally the small town's main strip descends into utter chaos for the day. Not that I would ever attempt to relate the sloshboggle of people pushing and shoving their way through the absurdly slow moving crowd to any experience you might have in India...
Oh wait...actualy that's kinda where I'm going with this...
As we walked to ground zero of the festival we passed the quiet residents of the town; out walking there dogs, exchanging hello's...and then...madness!
I suppose I take comfort in knowing that across the many cultures to be found on our diverse planet, when it comes to large public gatherings there seem to be socially constructed protocols that are uniform. To tell you the truth I find myself somewhat enjoying the intense concentration of people in a small space. As we pass by delicacies such as peameal on a bun, funnel cakes and maple toffee interspersed with cheap knock off sunglasses and zippo lighters with yoda on them. The sense of community that is formed between strangers as they spend totally unfathomable amounts of time in line ups waiting for confectionaries drowned in concentrated tree sap; but as our time in sugar heaven came to an end it starts to wear you out. I think that for most people at an event it is at this point that the pushing and shoving begins. Like squirrels we scamper through a crowd looking for openings suited to our squeezing through rather than moving at the stagnant pace of the crowd, making no consideration for whose apple fritter we send flying or whose child we crush.
As a brief aside...what is with these designer shopping cart/baby carriage/fortress's on wheels???? These things are just not a wise choice at an event like this...What the heck happened to people tying a piece of cloth around their shoulder and you know...carrying their spawn!!!
Well I should really get back to studying for this ominous exam that is going to ruin me on monday morning...not going to be pretty. Have fun Tom, see you soon.
Yeah, I know I'm a great dancer; but I still think my bum looks huge in these pants!
This is not just a blog about India.
Although it did serve as an outlet for my thoughts and observations while I was traveling in South Asia, most of the rickshaw drivers who stuck to me more closely than my sweat-drenched shirt would give a better account of my day-to-day activities. Those six months were probably the most excellent of my entire life; however, I've chosen to retain the title more because the social interactions that take place in that country retain qualities that I think are essential to a good blog: spontaneity, intimacy, and honesty. Hopefully, I stick to them as much as I did to my kurta.
My day is filled with conversations of every kind, whether it be with others, myself, or God; the levels of confusion, frustration, and joy that I derive from them are ascending in that order. Writing is the medium by which I can come closest to externalizing these conversations - a process which, above all else, helps me come to terms with myself better. Which in turn, I hope, helps me better understand the world around me.
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Perhaps you can consider this your blog post for the day.
Today we went to the Elmira Maple Syrup Festival. This is the largest-one-day-maple-syrup related event in the world. So naturally the small town's main strip descends into utter chaos for the day. Not that I would ever attempt to relate the sloshboggle of people pushing and shoving their way through the absurdly slow moving crowd to any experience you might have in India...
Oh wait...actualy that's kinda where I'm going with this...
As we walked to ground zero of the festival we passed the quiet residents of the town; out walking there dogs, exchanging hello's...and then...madness!
I suppose I take comfort in knowing that across the many cultures to be found on our diverse planet, when it comes to large public gatherings there seem to be socially constructed protocols that are uniform. To tell you the truth I find myself somewhat enjoying the intense concentration of people in a small space. As we pass by delicacies such as peameal on a bun, funnel cakes and maple toffee interspersed with cheap knock off sunglasses and zippo lighters with yoda on them. The sense of community that is formed between strangers as they spend totally unfathomable amounts of time in line ups waiting for confectionaries drowned in concentrated tree sap; but as our time in sugar heaven came to an end it starts to wear you out. I think that for most people at an event it is at this point that the pushing and shoving begins. Like squirrels we scamper through a crowd looking for openings suited to our squeezing through rather than moving at the stagnant pace of the crowd, making no consideration for whose apple fritter we send flying or whose child we crush.
As a brief aside...what is with these designer shopping cart/baby carriage/fortress's on wheels???? These things are just not a wise choice at an event like this...What the heck happened to people tying a piece of cloth around their shoulder and you know...carrying their spawn!!!
Well I should really get back to studying for this ominous exam that is going to ruin me on monday morning...not going to be pretty. Have fun Tom, see you soon.
Joe has outdone me even before I could try... ha ha
Joseph, my friend, you continue to prove your worth beyond doing cost-benefit analysis and cooking scrumptious pasta dishes.
i don't get it...
More breaking news: the world is round!
;)
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