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Indian Briefs #4

I wrote three blog posts about the first two cities I visited, and then there’s been nothing since, though I’ve careened through nineteen more cities and towns since I left Agra.

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My Year of Books: 2013

(partial list) The End of San Francisco, Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore (July 21) Humanimal: A Project for Future Children, Bhanu Kapil (Jul 20) Basmati Brown: paths, passages, cross and open, Phinder Dulai (May 23) Tango: My Childhood, Backwards and in High Heels, Justin Vivian Bond (May 22) Ink on Paper, Brad Cran (May 16) Hello Cruel…

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Indian Briefs #1

The first (I hope) of some brief snapshots from India. If all goes well, I’ll get caught up a bit the next few days while I’m here in Jodhpur.

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24 hours in Delhi

Delhi. I’ve read about it in guidebooks. I’ve discussed it with others who’ve been here before. I’ve absorbed its depictions in books and films.

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‘The Suiciders’ by Travis Jeppesen

The Suiciders tells the story of seven young men “permanently in their late teens.” Zach, Lukas, Adam, Matthew, Peter, Arnold, and Taylor are outsiders squatting together in abandoned house in an unnamed American suburb. They decide to take a “road trip to the end of the world,” a conceit from which the title is drawn and on which the plot is constructed.

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What’s in a name?

Not much has changed about wine bottles in thirty years, but the marketing seems to have shifted a bit. It seems that one can now buy a wine that contains a label intended to appeal to whatever taste, obsession, or fetish with which one’s attention is most occupied.

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After the BC Book Prizes

On Saturday I travelled to Victoria for the 29th Annual BC Book Prizes awards ceremony, which takes place at Government House under the auspices of the Lieutenant Governor.

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You say you want a revolution?

Because I was in the middle of turning sixteen at the time of the 1979-ish Islamic Revolution, my attention wasn’t exactly riveted on the details of the events, though I was a daily reader of newspapers as a youth.

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Food for thought, not comfort

The idea of Burgoo is appealing to me because, generally speaking, stew is a highly desirable comfort food that in normal circumstances would make me feel better. I’d forgotten, though, that Burgoo’s stews seem decidedly unspectacular and disappointing, at least in relation to my stew expectations.

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