I recently stumbled across an interesting blog about peoples' daily routines. My daily schedule, my desire to be more productive, and my hope to grow spiritually are things that have been at the forefront of my mind lately.
I found this peek into the daily lives of several notable people to be absolutely fascinating. I feel inspired to adopt a more of a regimented approach to my day to see what changes.
Hopefully I will give that a try soon.
Check out: http://dailyroutines.typepad.com/daily_routines/
Cheers!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Pushed and Pulled by Calcutta
I just watched this sedate, yet serene trailer for a film about Howrah train station in Calcutta.
See... it's kind of beautiful in a peculiar, hypnotic way.
Nearing the end of my stay over there, I couldn't wait to come home, to attend holiday parties, and to see the joyous faces of all my beloved friends, but being back has been weird... I can't find a job, I'm running out of money, and I'll go homeless before I let myself slip into debt. I feel out of touch with everyone, it's weird.
I miss the clamor of Calcutta's chaotic streets, the virulently pungent smells, and the spirit of a city so teeming with life against all odds.
It's strange to miss a place so badly that at one time I couldn't wait to leave...
I don't yet know how to get re-plugged in to life here. It's kind of hard to transition from working around such poverty and desperation to spending my afternoons online at coffee shops.
Hmm... I wonder what's next?
See... it's kind of beautiful in a peculiar, hypnotic way.
Nearing the end of my stay over there, I couldn't wait to come home, to attend holiday parties, and to see the joyous faces of all my beloved friends, but being back has been weird... I can't find a job, I'm running out of money, and I'll go homeless before I let myself slip into debt. I feel out of touch with everyone, it's weird.
I miss the clamor of Calcutta's chaotic streets, the virulently pungent smells, and the spirit of a city so teeming with life against all odds.
It's strange to miss a place so badly that at one time I couldn't wait to leave...
I don't yet know how to get re-plugged in to life here. It's kind of hard to transition from working around such poverty and desperation to spending my afternoons online at coffee shops.
Hmm... I wonder what's next?
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