Tag: culture
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Reflections on Bengaluru (Bangalore), India
I’m sitting on a deck overlooking the city sipping chai masala from a dixie-cup sized paper cup. A convocation of eagles swoops through the sky circling in groups across the skyline buzzing the mostly empty tables in search of an easy snack. I’m told the open piles of garbage rotting on the sidewalks brings rats…
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It’s fucking cold in Chicago. But I love it anyway.
Chicago. It’s not Seattle. The streets are not crowded with wafer thin androgynous boys peeled from the shiny covers of fashion magazines. The thick moustache is still popular here. The people want to talk to you. They’re interested. Friendly but not too nice. And by nice I mean fake. Honest, to the point, cutting right…