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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Dissed by a Drag Queen

Last night I had one of my best Halloween outfits ever as Mother of Dragons Khaleesi Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen.  I was fortunate enough to be invited to "Quench" a gay bar with a costume contest.  My friends a sexy witch and Edward Scissorhands and Velma were there with me.

As the gorgeous drag queen MC called me out onstage I cried out "Unsullied!!!  Will you fight for me as free men!!"  Two of my friends yelled and clapped wildly.  The MC said sorry honey your two friends aint going to win you this contest.  I yelled at her "DRACARYS!!!" which is the command for my dragon to burn her.  

The Queen was most displeased with this outcome.




However her fun friends soon distracted her from enacting revenge.....



Saturday, May 25, 2013

Black Racer Florida Snake


I cant live here any longer than my 6 month lease.  I have to find a modern condo or apartment NOT on the ground level in some kind of paved modernized grounds.  Today I was sweeping and vaccuming and shaking  out some rugs and
1) found one lizard behind my tv. Killed it after about 10 minutes of trying to catch it.
2) after letting a rug sit out in the sun to air out, I lifted it up and a big "black racer" snake slithered out from under it.

I CANNOT TAKE IT.  THIS IS WHY THE ONLY WAY I CAN SLEEP IS IN MY IMPENETRABLE BUG TENT.


Now, I read that the lizards eat the roaches and ants.  I can deal with roaches and ants myself.  I cant deal with these anole lizards that move as fast as cockroaches. I then read that the black racer feeds on lizards, and the place he slithered into is where all the lizards live in the back yard. ok, maybe it will work out--but its pictures like this that keep me terrified and inside my tent:


Ok I'm going to have to go into my tent and watch some dvd's on my laptop to recover from this morning's episodes.

Tata for now.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Varanasi, city of beauty vs. ugliness


Today I went in to get Mr. Gupta to for his lunch that was delivered as usual from home.   Mr. Saha told me, say this to him in Hindi, he will be shocked and surprised.  So I knocked and went into his office and said “Buk leghit, challyeh Khana Khana Hey!”  (“I’m hungry, lets eat lunch!) –he and two guys were in his office and burst into laughter but said Marni, we are talking about an incident today that is very upsetting—one of my BEST friends (of Mr. Guptas) owns several gas stations in Varanasi.  He has a guy that has worked for him for 10-12 years, a long time, who takes the cash to the bank three times a day—the overnight money he takes at 9 am, then 12pm, then at 4 pm he takes the rest of the day’s cash to the bank for deposit.  He has done this same routine (on a motorcycle—mistake number one, you should always be in a car) for many years.

Pastoral scene of grazing cows, goats, dogs in varanasi
“Today, he was attacked by three men in black head wraps with guns and they shot him two bullets in the chest and murdered him, took all the money, and started to try to get away.”  This all happened in front of a huge crowd, like right in front of their faces, and they grabbed two of the guys, the crowd started picking up stones, bricks, wood scraps, and they beat the killer and one other guy until they were near death.  They took the gun, shot the rest of the bullets (maybe 4 left) up into the sky to empty the gun.  Now, the police began to arrive.  The crowd ran away, not wanting to be caught as the “killers” of the murderer.   The third killer got away by running away through the crowd.  The police captured the two killers that the crowd had apprehended and took them into custody, beating and torturing them until they gave up the name and address of the third guy, whom the police found and found with the money and captured him.  The two guys beaten by the crowd will die, say the doctors.
Obviously we have horrible murders every day in the US, but somehow this was so much different, with a crowd of people that would catch and beat the killer right there because they witnessed it and there was NO question as to who did it, etc.   I told them, in the US they would never do that, capture and beat the killer, no one would ever step in and do that…I found a visceral pleasure in the fact that people would take action like that. 


So I hope to find an article in the local paper tomorrow on this event.  Everyone in town knew about it, I went shopping for some scarves and silk after work and all the people at the shop knew about it, its all over town in seconds.  I might take a look at youtube and see if anyone caught it on their phone…
Amazing.  So—to all those who I have previously recommended traveling to Varanasi as a destination of a lifetime,  and extolled the holiness and sanctity of the ganges and the ghats, in the last 5 years it has become increasingly dirty, corrupt, disgusting and dangerous.  Siddharth, who is about 30, belongs to a city council type group of young business people who are working to improve the city, the trash, the crime, and all corruption.  They say it will take maybe two generations or two decades for them to overcome the current standard of living….til the older laissez faire generation ages out and dies…. I am going to attend a “Saturday night social” party thrown by their group tomorrow with Siddharth and his wife, all the new generation that is working hard to change their ancient city.  And of course there is karaoke and drinking, and I bought a new kurti tunic- gold and black--that is spectacular.  So I can’t wait.

Wow its never dull in Varanasi.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Near "worlds collide" Seinfeld moment.

For everyone who knows every word of dialogue and every interaction from every Seinfeld episode, you have to hear the latest run-in.   I barely ever hear or see my neighbor, a supposed Vietnam Vet who has lived there for 18 years and never made a peep. Saw him a couple times disappearing into his duplex side without a shirt.  Very pasty heavyset man.  Just now I heard some loud bumps and crashes and thought --should I just sit here, or should I check if something is wrong?

Well the good samaritan in me came out so I went outside and saw the neighbor, putzing around with a weed whacker that broke,  finally wearing a decent set of cabana clothes w shorts and a shirt, and I am wearing a green camo tshirt with asian printed pajama lounge pants.....I said hi is everything okay with you?  I heard some bumps and crashes, wanted to see if you were okay.  He replies "Oh I might have been in the bathroom..." (agggh yikes what?!)

I say uhhh... well, as long as you're okay.  Hey by the way, do you have a bug problem over there?  he says yeah pretty bad.  I told him about my special hookup with this once a year exterminator etc etc. and if we could both agree to let them do the whole inside and out of both our sides we could get rid of all those f'ing roaches-- which by the way are now only appearing DEAD in my house but from the wall that separates us.... all the while I'm trying not to look at the grapefruit sized GOITER on his neck... he must have noticed and I'm just hoping I don't set him off with my camo tshirt... what if he has Korean war flashbacks of bad meat and kishkas...

He says well I can't do it right away because I'm having this operated on to take it out (as he points to the large ball hanging off his neck) he hesitates, they call it a....G.....G.....and I jump in "a goiter, yeah?" and he says yeah, Goiter, and its on my...... you know... the growth gland..."Your thyroid, huh?"  Yeah and they took a sample and its not cancerous and I hadn't even noticed it until someone said something then I realized how big it had gotten and said I better get it seen by a doctor.  I said who's going to pay for your surgery, it better be the government!  and then I thought uh oh am I going to trigger a PTSD flashback saying that vehemently with my army shirt on!!??

 I said okay, when I get back from India (where I will wear Timberlands to appear taller and never use the bathroom) then lets talk to Chuck (the landlord) and make him take care of it.  Whats your name again? He says Alan.  After I went back inside, I tried to think of a way to remember his name with a mnemonic device, as I never remember anyone's name.  "Alan......Ball...... (one of my favorite directors) yeah Alan BALL on his neck"  now I'll always remember.

Anyway, just so many Seinfeld references I had to put it all down.  They were running through my head the instant our whole interaction started to go down.

  "The Mahatma???"

"Its Kreplach!"

Cabana wear from Mr. Costanza


Friday, January 11, 2013

BANSHEEEEEEEEE



BANSHEE BANSHEE BANSHEE! Okay it could go terribly wrong, but in this pilot, as every other Alan Ball show (Six Feet Under, True Blood), I screamed outloud with no one around "NOoooooo!" at the end of the episode, wanting more. Amish mafia slaughterhouse, skinheads, persian diamond thieves, black manhattan drag queen identity forgers, hot fake ex-con sherriff, all in a small town in Pennsylvania?
p.s. extremely strong fighting female roles, and Cinemax is free this weekend to check it out.


http://www.cinemax.com/banshee/#/banshee/video/


http://www.cinemax.com/banshee/video/?bctid=2083432701001