tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78494929306311336982024-03-06T00:32:15.038-05:00Against All OddsLet me draw you a picture...Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-91759206979813610572014-06-24T21:09:00.000-04:002014-06-24T22:11:24.855-04:00PrEP: "Truvada, The Other Little Blue Pill"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been nearly a year. I haven't posted not for a lack of interesting material, but for a lack of passion to express my experiences until now. This week has been pretty transformative for me in that I have had the opportunity to take new steps to protect myself from an infection which has devastated the lives of many individuals, families, economies, and cultures. HIV is a virus which is relatively new to our awareness, and surrounded by stigma. The topic has come up on this blog before, but the difference is that now there are new options available which we can take to exponentially decrease risk from infection in the event of an exposure.<br />
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"What about condoms?" I'm sure some of you are saying/thinking. Well, you're right! But they only work when they're used 100% of the time, and assuming they're used properly, and assuming they don't break. There are a lot of "What if's" when dealing with barrier-method (condoms/receptive-partner condoms, dental dams, etc.). PrEP is a great second-line defense. Or even a first line defense, depending on how you look at it.<br />
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For those of you who are a little confused:<br />
(What the hell is this guy talking about??)<br />
Pre (before) Exposure (contact with ____) Prophylaxis (protection)<br />
In other words -it's a pill you can take daily to protect yourself from HIV infection in the event you might have an exposure. It gives your cells the ability to stop HIV from infiltrating it, and forcing it to reproduce. Without the ability to reproduce, it dies. Therefore: no HIV infection. But this is only if you take it consistently. And as we all know -people are great at being inconsistent. In other words (and in the eternal words of Dorothy from the Golden Girls, "CONDOMS, ROSE!"<br />
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It's not for everybody, and a prescription is required to start the regimen, but it's nothing short of ground breaking, and while the option has been FDA approved since 2012, it has remained a little-known fact for the vast majority of mainstream society. THIS is why I'm recording my experiences and sharing them with you. I've said it before, I'll continue to say it: KNOWLEDGE IS POWER.<br />
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So: while I'm not a physician, nor licensed to give medical advice, I have been working in the field of HIV outreach, prevention, and treatment for over 10 years. As such -ask any questions you might have -and if it's not a question I'm qualified to answer, I can tell you where to find your answer if it's out there.<br />
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I'm not the best at video editing or any of this. And it's nearly 10 minutes long... so bare with me. Please share your thoughts. No hate, though. This is a forum for open, honest, nonjudgmental communication.<br />
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Thank you!<br />
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-Adam<br />
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Oh! And to prevent me from getting sued or any of that business, here's some <b>disclaimers</b>:<br />
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*I do not work for a pharmaceutical company.<br />
*I have not received any payment/funding/incentive for expressing my views.<br />
*The views expressed are my own.<br />
*I am not a physician. I do not provide medical advice nor diagnosis.<br />
*The experiences expressed are my own, and may (obviously) fluctuate widely from person to person</div>
Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-70337115886226340902013-06-28T19:08:00.000-04:002013-06-29T14:53:31.622-04:00This Is Important To Me (and to you too):<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My younger brother, a police officer, recently asked me why people dress in drag for pride. He told me he asked a guy in drag who didn't know. It got me thinking about how little we share of our history with our next generations. We might have come a long way in terms of civil liberties and human rights (and still have a long way to go), but without an understanding of what our predecessors endured to achieve these freedoms, which we often (through no fault of our own) take for granted, we cannot ensure that history will not repeat itself.<br />
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It's good that people, like my brother, have the courage to ask these important questions instead of jumping to conclusions leading to fear and judgement of what we don't understand. It is equally important for us to share what knowledge we have of these and other events when we're confronted with people who haven't had the privilege of learning.<br />
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I know that there are a lot of people out there, especially throughout the month of June (LGBT Pride Month, for those of you who are not aware), who wonder why LGBT people dress up so flamboyantly, hop on floats through towns and cities, and celebrate in ways which might appear to an outsider as completely hedonistic. A lot of people from our own (LGBT) communities, even participants, don't fully understand. I am still learning. The following is a little bit of a "spark notes" version of my understanding of our history, followed by a few links of some important events which influenced the evolution of our struggle toward equal rights. This kind of knowledge is passed down from generation to generation. There are plenty of obstacles to the open communication of this information -even today in the age of communication- so please be patient with me if there are (because there will be) gaps and/or mistakes.<br />
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Please click on these links to learn more:<br />
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<a href="http://www.democracynow.org/2009/6/26/stonewall_riots_40th_anniversary_a_look" target="_blank">The Stonewall Inn, New York, NY 1969</a><br />
Important because this marked the popularization of the LGBT movement toward equality and was first major victory against the years of institutionalized/police brutality and murder of innocent LGBT people. It also explains why there exists so much flamboyance in the pride parades we see every year. After years of drag queens and transgender (easy targets for bigots) being rounded up and arrested under ridiculous vice law/crimes against nature, the LGBT people marched proudly up NY's Fifth Ave marking their victory after days of fighting the police on Christopher Street.<br />
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<a href="http://nation.time.com/2013/06/21/the-upstairs-lounge-fire-the-little-known-story-of-the-largest-killing-of-gays-in-us-history/" target="_blank">The Upstairs Lounge, New Orleans, LA 1973</a><br />
Not as widely known or publicized. But I'm sure this atrocity will be better recognized after the upcoming release of its documentary. Nevertheless, jump the gun and read about it before all your friends and family go watch the documentary so you can say you were in the know first. WARNING: this is a sad and graphic event laden with violence. Prepare yourself before jumping in.<br />
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<a href="http://kaiserfamilyfoundation.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/global-hiv-aids-timeline-050313.pdf" target="_blank">GRID, or Gay Related Immune Deficiency (later renamed AIDS) hits New York and San Francisco, 1981</a><br />
We cannot talk about the LGBT movement without mentioning the impact of the HIV epidemic which hit our community hard, and let to even further marginalization of our communities. The Kaiser Family Foundation provides a really great timeline of how HIV was first identified and the long and painful struggle to better understand, treat, and prevent this virus.<br />
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Shepard" target="_blank">The Murder of Matthew Shepard, Laramie, WY 1998</a><br />
By now most Americans know something of the Murder of Matthew Shepard. There are documentaries, books, online articles, etc. detailing the torture and murder the of Mr. Shepard. In 2009, President Obama signed into law, The Matthew Shepard and James Byrd Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act, which expands upon the original 1969 hate crimes law to include crimes motivated by hatred toward a victim's perceived gender, sexual orientation, or gender identity.<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawrence_v._Texas" target="_blank">Lawrence V. Texas, Supreme Court Decision 2003 effectively striking down sodomy laws nation-wide</a><br />
This legislation prevents the government from punishing us for having consensual intercourse between two (or potentially more) adults. Basically -this was the case which told the final few conservative (read homophobic) states that they could not arrest or fine LGBT people for being who they are. Especially not in the privacy of their own homes.<br />
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_v._Windsor" target="_blank">United States V. Windsor (and the repeal of DOMA), June 2013</a><br />
Most recently, (along with the repeal of California's Prop. 8), The Supreme Court decision to repeal the Defense of Marriage Act (stating that our federal government would only recognize heterosexual marriage) was unconstitutional because it violates due process. This judgement opens the floodgates for lawsuits in states with similar legislation against marriage equality, and will most likely lead to further protections for our communities.<br />
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Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-38087492937164028502011-09-22T15:46:00.003-04:002011-09-22T15:53:06.773-04:00Best. Video. Ever.My Gift to the World. You're welcome :)<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k2QRBodocg0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-13232093165118428812011-06-17T13:24:00.005-04:002011-06-18T08:27:39.805-04:00New York State Marriage Equality NOWIt's almost cliche to say that growing up gay is not easy. But that doesn't make it less true. The knowledge that you exist outside the realm of the mainstream society -and their protections- is a terrifying one. Science and thousands of years of experience (let's face it, there is clear archaeological evidence of same-sex love going as far back as humanity) have taught us that sexual orientation cannot be changed. We are innately who we are, end of. <div><br /></div><div>But then there's religion. Cultural taboo. Societal stigma. We're the underdogs, and our opposition makes no bones about it. Nothing new there; in 1553, English King Henry VIII passed legislation punishing our kind with death through the "Buggery Act." Thomas Aquinas argued in 1265 that homosexual acts were second only to murder in sins. There continue to exist more than 8 nations in which homosexuality remains illegal. But we are not victims. We are survivors. We can be told that God sees us as an abomination. God, however -in both my opinion, and that of the conservative zealots- is the creator of all things. God makes no mistakes. Therefore, God wants us here. Equally. <div><br /></div><div>If you read my blog, you probably know I am a New Yorker. Raised in Poughkeepsie, NY, I was lucky enough to have the MTA Hudson Train Line just a stone's throw away from my doorstep -allowing for a quick and easy escape to a more rational world: Manhattan. It was in Manhattan that I witnessed my first LGBTQ Pride Parade. This is a misunderstood event that most Americans despise due to a lack of understanding breed through a lack of education. Few people among or outside our relatively small LGBTQ world remember that the NYC Pride parade is held annually on the last Sunday of June to commemorate our pivotal victory in 1969 against institutionalized discrimination at the Stonewall Inn. A victory against search and seizure. Against violation of privacy. A victory FOR EQUALITY. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>The heroes and survivors that fought for us on June 28th 1969 were fighting against the Public Morals Squads (Yes, they were part of the NYPD) of their time. They fought for their friends who disappeared into the East River for the crime of wearing "the wrong" clothing at the hands of the very people appointed to serve and protect us. In no uncertain terms: In the land where we live by Separation of Church and State, they were fighting the religious police. Through their momentum, we have the ability to demand our equality today. </div><div><br /></div><div>Whether we achieve marriage equality or not this year, we have a few things to remember. We owe no apologies to anybody. Through concepts as simple as the Golden Rule we deserve equal treatment from our peers -whether they are like us our not in their orientation. We are doing a huge favor to the public at large because, as Dr. Martin Luther King pointed out, "No one is free until everyone is free." We are not liberating ourselves, we are validating the rights they currently have and take for granted. So stop begging. Enough with the meekness and timidity. Our LGBTQ communities have so much to be proud of. So when you do call your elected official -and you WILL call them- don't just ask them to vote for us. Remind them how embarrassing it will be when history remembers them for supporting discrimination. </div>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-24575371469657686982011-02-06T00:19:00.003-05:002011-02-06T00:46:24.008-05:00It's been two years since my life-changing journey to India. I doubt a day goes by that I don't think at least once about some aspect or experience that I was lucky enough to be a part of. A lot has changed in my life between my departure to India and now. I've moved my life from the beautiful and wonderful Hudson Valley of New York to what I think is the most charming city of the United States, Philadelphia. My professional life has shifted from Crime Victim Assistance and Advocacy, to Archaeology, to Public Health Outreach. <div><br /></div><div>My love of language has remained constant and has evolved to include my latest interests; Hindi and Japanese. With the help of some loving friends and a large investment in time and literature, I have learned to read Devanagari Script (Hindi). I wish I could have learned this before my trip to Rajasthan and Gujarat! </div><div><br /></div><div>The ripples in my life that have lead me to move to Philadelphia are complex, confusing, and not much worth raking over. Suffice it to say that I hadn't imagine myself leaving the shores of New York's Hudson River, but at the moment, at least, I'm glad that life has lead me here. Currently I work for an organization charged with preventing the spread of HIV and improving the lives of people affected by the virus. I go home very proud of the work I do, but I hold a second job to make up for the income that is impossible to earn while serving in a struggling non-profit organization. This is not to say I wont for anything. Along with my beloved, I live comfortably in health. </div><div><br /></div><div>It has been too long since the last time I have written a blog entry. Let's hope this is the beginning of a new era of inspiration and creativity. With any luck, I'll write to you guys again soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>As always,</div><div>peace and love,</div><div>-AJW</div>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-55711414278426218332010-03-01T13:07:00.009-05:002010-03-01T14:42:34.517-05:00Sorry, George Michael. You don't need faith.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Qn-49kGx5cZYaYbPuLtU4Fx0uM89Dvg7NDp3xLQMGqdRpH5hNTpcFdoiupvG2WJs6-imaRPURaT1-DM-yvx6Xnq-UX5dwQIuzTB0mQn99XDc4RXk87Iydj1s6jimrNjjh8KJETY577g/s1600-h/DSCN0310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Qn-49kGx5cZYaYbPuLtU4Fx0uM89Dvg7NDp3xLQMGqdRpH5hNTpcFdoiupvG2WJs6-imaRPURaT1-DM-yvx6Xnq-UX5dwQIuzTB0mQn99XDc4RXk87Iydj1s6jimrNjjh8KJETY577g/s320/DSCN0310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443729153541908306" /></a><br /><div>Inspired by the request of a close friend, and fact that a blog post is long overdue:</div><div><br /></div><div> I don't go to church. Raised a Roman Catholic, the idea of religion wasn't introduced to me as a matter of spirituality, but instead of pure, unyielding, blind faith. The kind that allows you to believe one thing even when absolutely everything points in the exact opposite direction. The kind that would allow a person to believe their lying, cheating, abusive partner when they say, "nothing happened." Or the kind of faith that would require a Catholic to believe the interpretation of the Vatican on everything written in their version of the bible. </div><div><br /></div><div> Growing up I went to church at least once a week. I was raised by a Brooklyn-born Italian mother who sees her religion as a cultural imperative. According to her it doesn't matter whether we agree with our religion. We must follow the religion because it is our heritage. So for me, Sunday School wasn't an option. What was to her an important part of raising good little Italian-American kids felt to me like an obnoxious waste of a precious weekend day. Questions like "how?" or "why?" were never welcomed -and met with an angry and impatient calls for more faith. This was in direct conflict, though, with the encouragement from my parents and school to ALWAYS question the unknown. Needless to say I never made it past the sacrament of holy communion. </div><div><br /></div><div> When asked by a Christian whether I, have accepted Jesus as the only son of God and the savior of human kind, my response is a simple "No." This doesn't mean I don't believe in Jesus as a prophet. In response I'm told that I don't believe in God. Called an atheist. The claim inspires an exasperation inside me that burns like the worst reflux. I firmly believe in God. But I'm not an unquestioning zealot willing to go to war or fight with others over a personal interpretation of spirituality. </div><div><br /></div><div> The concept of faith allows governing bodies -be they religious, political, or a mix of the two- to manipulate large groups of people. A common faith in something unbelievable allows immense bodies of people which would otherwise have little in common to experience something important together: their religion. It creates an "us" and a "them." One Nation Under God, in the case of the United States. A curious body of states claiming to separate Church and State. Lies! You only have to turn on your TV to hear our country referred to as a "Christian Nation" on any number of channels. News channels. It's my firm opinion that the notion of faith is contrary to a healthy spirituality. With spirituality, a person utilizes their God-given ability to analyze the nature of the universe. The nature of things which science and civilization have not given us the ability to comprehend at present. Spirituality allows a person to question how people and things are interconnected. And maybe even ask "why?" Spirituality should be the shared ground of a Muslim and a Hindu, for example (or people of any religion), that invites heterogeneous groups to sit together and enjoy a friendly dialog. Through spirituality, people coexist. Through religions, people use faith to draw lines.</div><div><br /></div><div> On my forearm I had the words Om Mani Padme Hum tattoed. The Tibetan Buddhist mantra for compassion. Without compassion there can be no spirituality. No ability to forgive, or to look into a person who you were raised to believe is your enemy and realize that they are your brother or sister. As far I understand it, compassion is the train toward love. Spirituality is the set of tracks that bring you toward the ultimate goals of love and understanding: oneness. And religion is the scenery that we enjoy on our way. Faith is the toxic smoking exhaust that the train leaves in its wake.</div>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-9113185596446456082010-01-06T18:07:00.012-05:002010-01-07T10:10:55.252-05:00The Winter Cold (or Flu)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzLl9Fma8FidJpWCj6TrCmZY_yt_cS-7PtK0QW-oVw7lnG5uxzyHNYu_Wa9acZar6K4rBO8tsk59mrKDI2kB2iosEJAEET8U4T0RkeXEUY36U-dkxefYyDLUeup6Jh6IqHK-uPgYJpZg/s1600-h/IMG00555.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423776175727760818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzLl9Fma8FidJpWCj6TrCmZY_yt_cS-7PtK0QW-oVw7lnG5uxzyHNYu_Wa9acZar6K4rBO8tsk59mrKDI2kB2iosEJAEET8U4T0RkeXEUY36U-dkxefYyDLUeup6Jh6IqHK-uPgYJpZg/s200/IMG00555.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Winter is indisputably here. If you live anywhere near the Northeastern part of the country you'll know what I mean when I say the cold has been bone-chilling for the past few weeks. I'm half Italian in heritage. This always seems to work in my favor. But as our strengths are usually also our weaknesses, my South Calabrian genetics don't get me far with the American winter. My body yearns for the temperate Mediterranean hillsides studded with olive orchards and palm trees. Maybe a view of the Ionian Sea. As fate has it, though, it's 22F and frosty. </div><div></div><br /><div>Every year as our breath becomes visible in the air and the grass turns to tiny blades of chlorophyll-laced icicles I remember that it's time to start taking vitamins in preparation for the annual cold season. Except I don't just get the cold. I get sick. It's a futile ritual, but it makes me feel like I'm not giving in so I strive on doubling my water intake, limiting my alcohol and caffeine, getting more sleep. Then it happens. The weather runs me down and the viruses and bacteria that my body can handle in reasonable weather take over for their annual death parade on my body. High fevers, night sweats, chills, severe migraines are all among the symptoms I'm lucky enough to experience during these week-long bouts of excitement.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3eAwiwq_2MGIaKR08QNHCAEX_jPoV31_7jTaCSWwek7-nCHxTNVjqIU3IqaBJBJJHb2LLRDPr4vTfHYwmM6VNZMpFnDAfWLyBRraKG2pebCGvA6-7K-oIFsYYPxR27HnnxXLRrs5PAw/s1600-h/sick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423776301487533506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3eAwiwq_2MGIaKR08QNHCAEX_jPoV31_7jTaCSWwek7-nCHxTNVjqIU3IqaBJBJJHb2LLRDPr4vTfHYwmM6VNZMpFnDAfWLyBRraKG2pebCGvA6-7K-oIFsYYPxR27HnnxXLRrs5PAw/s200/sick.jpg" border="0" /></a>My siblings and I all love our mother dearly. She brought us life and nurtured us well into adulthood. Perhaps too much. She gives her all, and when we decide to do something that isn't exactly as she would do herself, she takes it personally. For reasons that are difficult to explain, but probably rather simple to understand, my siblings and I call this form of my mother The Pterodactyl. It was the Pterodactyl that came out when my mother found out that I had begun my annual dance with Old Man Winter. Apparently, I hadn't been dressing warm enough, nor had I been eating enough. Shame on me. So after a tirade of choice words, a trip to the ER, and a Flu Rx I'm well on my way to recovery. But only after a sad annual conversation between my mother and I.<br /></div><div>Being gay has its perks. I'll give you that. There are plenty of downfalls too, but most of you that read this are with me on the inequality stuff so I'm not going to waste my breath as it doesn't relate to this post and it would be preaching to the choir. The downfall you get to hear about tonight consists of three letters and strikes fear into the hearts of millions. HIV. The stigma is with us, owing to its original false-nomer, GRID (Gay Related Immuno Disorder). Since then it's gone through a number of other wonderful nicknames, "The Gay Cancer," etc.. To the point where now I can't even cough without my mother asking me, "Could this be HIV, Adam?" Even when I was in a committed monogamous relationship of over four years, my mother was convinced that my being gay alone put me in prime <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-Fnnf_CmMxis_awJtafLNImvw3HPrsHGj4RlI3IPxMst76v-ux8JVyjk7oMmZvqEpg7TlI6-yfbmFh3zHbcKIpou5HBp8LWmD2z4osU3-Af6DSrUqBBK5VM8q-Z5mJcYDCEikls3N20/s1600-h/IMG00559.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423776665574615026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-Fnnf_CmMxis_awJtafLNImvw3HPrsHGj4RlI3IPxMst76v-ux8JVyjk7oMmZvqEpg7TlI6-yfbmFh3zHbcKIpou5HBp8LWmD2z4osU3-Af6DSrUqBBK5VM8q-Z5mJcYDCEikls3N20/s200/IMG00559.jpg" border="0" /></a>cadidacy for contracting HIV. It's not that I don't already know that she doesn't intend this comment to offend or worry me, but what else could it do to a person who has been conditioned by the society that he lives in to believe that his most likely cause of death will be A) The result of a brutal hate-crime or B) The slow and inhumane wasting away that goes with dying of AIDS-related illness. Why couldn't she have asked if it was Bird flu? Needless to say, people: we need to continue to fight ignorance with education. Both in preventing the spread of HIV and in understanding that we are neither the source, nor the cause of the pandemic that affects ALL humanity. Damn the statistics. I trust few statistcs about the gay community based on the fact that nobody knows what the population size is. In short, we're in this together. Stop looking down at us... and let me recover from the flu without the added stress of worrying about the possible ways I <em>might </em>have contracted HIV. It doesn't help! </div>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-28582719047386168172009-12-02T00:35:00.003-05:002009-12-02T00:51:16.832-05:00Hot, Steamy...Sex.<br /><br />Have any of you noticed the lengths people go to in the name of sex? Not all people, but a lot. More every day. It's frightening.<br /><br />I think it all starts out pretty innocently. Sex feels good, afterall. Maybe people don't want to feel alone. I didn't. Is it that people are mistaking sex for love? Or is it that people are falling in love with sex itself -instead of the people they have sex with? It used to be seen as an act of love.<br /><br />It seems like sex is more frequently being used a weapon now. Not limited to rape. For example, "Whoa, (he/she) is so hot! I'm SO gonna bang that!" Even the word bang is a word of violence. I'm not the first to make this observation. Now, though, it's becoming more difficult to ignore. People are more interested in fucking, screwing, banging... but could care less about getting to know their partner. Loving them.<br /><br />Shut up, kid. Stop your emo, judgy, puritanesque bullshit. Right? I'm sure that's what some of you are thinking. My point isn't to pass judgment. Just take a moment to think about this for a while. I'm a little lost myself on this issue. Help, maybe?Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-13857737339779640032009-10-04T22:08:00.009-04:002009-10-04T22:26:37.380-04:00Hold my hand. Walk with me. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNodyuV9iqWosxv3KX2RKgZWn6EXae_dwtzkwomk-z5_UFW_JYLqryEP3_r5cP7IyDh8KVR3JalFfc-R51Qe3DbcHICq9rqMTjOHTkkGvcljoF-NQNLUKgEDxZ5jFjD07xaZt3W2N3AM/s400/IMG00272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388936125895168978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rB03D3VOaNkpgrEKRCK2WzCdwaJYrLqP7D65MfUG0B3KQmWzbdEZvMKLMGN6qauXAbL0bu4WFQwCMF4ptjPu-NCJxIRWqyrCksEHv7YZAUWO45QFFrmrWonYDIkYDS9fUzKQYOp5qUc/s1600-h/IMG00273.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rB03D3VOaNkpgrEKRCK2WzCdwaJYrLqP7D65MfUG0B3KQmWzbdEZvMKLMGN6qauXAbL0bu4WFQwCMF4ptjPu-NCJxIRWqyrCksEHv7YZAUWO45QFFrmrWonYDIkYDS9fUzKQYOp5qUc/s400/IMG00273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388935370641110466" border="0" /></a>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-23593226636809865822009-09-14T23:37:00.007-04:002009-09-15T00:18:32.451-04:00The Parks TourSquirrels, pigeons, rats. The homeless, the athletes, the musicians. Cracked cement, dirty patches of grass, benches.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmqqmqUyvoQ2PIrTotawzmlHdSNRuBwEdJY0486yPTzOo1l1iUZw18aPtiC7-ODyQuZyEjdEPFpn1MQOesTbE2rGz49K50FrM6OYXqc9z6MVt5nYT6n-la0S4bp3gWJ4HIaN5RFPkXfU/s1600-h/IMG00166.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqmqqmqUyvoQ2PIrTotawzmlHdSNRuBwEdJY0486yPTzOo1l1iUZw18aPtiC7-ODyQuZyEjdEPFpn1MQOesTbE2rGz49K50FrM6OYXqc9z6MVt5nYT6n-la0S4bp3gWJ4HIaN5RFPkXfU/s320/IMG00166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381535689221495474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How do you know a homeless person when you see them? You really don't. You can assume based on appearance. You can assume based on the piles of clothing and other items that the homeless are known for carrying around with them. You can assume based on (lack of) cleanliness, stature, or any of a variety of other indicators. The only real way to know, though, is to ask.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdTDa1LKi-mybuoiZQbNNMzsVl9ZIIMxIaWexR_VFYdo0MpRVDxHzrpruHItisrwYHV5Ji4FSjE-v_Ntjxb6LGmRO2nkj58tdkSJiXeobS4sEe7fv0aYNzTboADaobyIgVue26AP3YiI/s1600-h/IMG00168.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdTDa1LKi-mybuoiZQbNNMzsVl9ZIIMxIaWexR_VFYdo0MpRVDxHzrpruHItisrwYHV5Ji4FSjE-v_Ntjxb6LGmRO2nkj58tdkSJiXeobS4sEe7fv0aYNzTboADaobyIgVue26AP3YiI/s320/IMG00168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381538848669177586" border="0" /></a><br />Then there remains the question of what homeless means. The saying -"A home is where the heart is" comes to mind. In that case, where is my heart? My heart lives all over the place. With family, with friends, with an ex lover, with fields of study and activities I enjoy, places I love -all over the place. If I had a permanent address my heart is not likely to reside there. So how displaced does that bring me from the homeless? No, I don't sleep outside swaddled in carboard and newspapers -but I do depend on the kindness -or sympathy- of others. Whether for work, for food, or whatever else, I am not self sufficient.<br /><br />But then who is? Corporate executives depend on others, so do doctors, religious leaders, politicians... everybody. They're all valued, though -whether or not they have a permenant residence. You don't ask your physician where they go home to at the end of the day. You might ask where they went to school or about their training. You never ask questions of religious leaders -they're holy... or existing outside critique in most cases. Where they live, though, does not matter.<br /><br />My family and friends don't seem too concerned with where I stay. Aside from making sure I'm safe and away from physical or legal trouble, they don't worry that I don't have a home persé. They just want to know what I do, what I am contributing. Do I have health insurance (yet), am I going back to school -this is what they care about.<br /><br />The only thing that separates me from the term <span style="font-style: italic;">homeless</span> is that there are still people that think I have value. That people -friends or family- believe what I have to offer is worth keeping me around for. This is the tragedy of the people that sleep outside in the cardboard and newspapers. That out of all the people they grew up around and all the people that got to know them, none value them enough to take care of them when they cannot take care of themselves. Or equally as tragic: that some people just need way more than even the people that love them can offer them. So am I homeless?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4PxFYaNKKShZjjZWCdpP0IZYzTPo_z322u3C_sQ6olVND82arRUXLDRmDwldED4LieKhBxdwpkprukNOtBUM1j8PYTLdYruRrWyYxf-kLOLASu4CNH9CnJ-9V6ucst_OFPR1qPwwAWcI/s1600-h/IMG00171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4PxFYaNKKShZjjZWCdpP0IZYzTPo_z322u3C_sQ6olVND82arRUXLDRmDwldED4LieKhBxdwpkprukNOtBUM1j8PYTLdYruRrWyYxf-kLOLASu4CNH9CnJ-9V6ucst_OFPR1qPwwAWcI/s320/IMG00171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381541190746266754" border="0" /><br /></a>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-12562800974786521932009-09-13T17:23:00.010-04:002009-09-13T17:32:41.610-04:00A thousand words each:<a onblur="try 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Most of them just moved back to town. Classes are just starting for the semester. Washington Square Park is the perfect place for me right now. It has no connection to the things I don't enjoy remembering. It seems like everyone here is either a hipster or a tourist. I feel like I fit in. Not because I'm a hipster or a tourist, but because like them i am also running from something. Or a lot of things.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> There are little birds under the bench I am sitting on. If they're waiting for crumbs they're wasting their time. I have no food. I lost my appetite when my ex dumped me. We were together for four years. It happened two Saturdays ago. We went to a club together and he met a guy. He left me for him that night. A dinner guest recently asked him why he didn't transfer to a job location closer to where we lived. He said it was a loyalty thing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I'm staring at my bruised fingernail as I write. I slammed it in my car door a few months ago. I remember that it hurt badly but I don't remember what it felt like. The car is destroyed now. A few weeks after a tree fell on it while I was sleeping. Termites. Karma can be a bitch.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A few feet away from me a girl is playing a cover to a love song. It's the same song that close friends of mine played at their wedding. I tried to model my failed relationship after their very successful one. I called my ex <i>babe</i> because I liked how genuine and sweet it sounded when they said it to each other. I loved him.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> I'm not a smoker, but there is a pack of cigarettes in my bag. Marlboro Lights. I bought them because they're the kind my father smokes when he doesn't know how to cope with bad news. Right now I am struggling to cope. I don't like how they taste or make me smell, but they are good at keeping me from crying. I wonder if this is why my father smokes. I don't want to remember what this feels like.</p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLI6rH2B9H5Q359-ZrBYAzpG6_x1k5V_BBaSnlw-x-yeBYHpxJwkW9VE6eOq1a_7hzDYJRov_E-o_hG91I5HigroPKhsQLZhcCyCK7zZaI22g_S0i28VaMade-OpxkRmOPeNPlkIUhxY/s1600-h/IMG00060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLI6rH2B9H5Q359-ZrBYAzpG6_x1k5V_BBaSnlw-x-yeBYHpxJwkW9VE6eOq1a_7hzDYJRov_E-o_hG91I5HigroPKhsQLZhcCyCK7zZaI22g_S0i28VaMade-OpxkRmOPeNPlkIUhxY/s200/IMG00060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377711986611116866" border="0" /></a>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-31189679406471209102009-02-01T21:36:00.006-05:002009-02-04T16:06:10.555-05:00Last Minute Reflections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHrHn5J11EXGrGPUK-Zk1BxXQGh8OmBesQBsqOvTBV9nmMagZMoEE-bEdmzADUpBVTzINQlgxlcmevc86xewfN1tFNflULYKuWxmPsdFyTl5BpD2NjZouX9_oVrixmvMjzrzM1XUiN7M/s1600-h/DSCN1076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHrHn5J11EXGrGPUK-Zk1BxXQGh8OmBesQBsqOvTBV9nmMagZMoEE-bEdmzADUpBVTzINQlgxlcmevc86xewfN1tFNflULYKuWxmPsdFyTl5BpD2NjZouX9_oVrixmvMjzrzM1XUiN7M/s320/DSCN1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299046598066545154" border="0" /></a><br />I carry with me a small journal. My intentions were to fill it with life-changing accounts and adventures and other unbelievable experiences from this journey. Now I'm at the last leg of my journey and barely a quarter is used. This is not to say that there have been few things to write about or that I couldn’t think of anything to put down through the course of my time through Rajasthan and Gujarat. It's that this trip has been so busy and exhausting that I couldn’t find much time to write –either in the notebook or this blog. So instead I have been using the journal as a notepad. There are addresses, phone numbers, Hindi and Gujarati phrases, recipes, pressed flowers, a peacock feather or two, some notes about things I should write about when I get the chance, interesting or funny quotes from signs I’ve encountered along the way… The list goes on. But there are no journal entries.<br />It has been a little over a month away from home and I’ve decided it’s time for me to go back. There is so much to experience in India and in the rest of the world but at this point in my life I need to focus on academic work so the next time I land somewhere amazing I’ll be better prepared to work for the better good. And on the selfish side of things I miss my family and loved-ones. It’s an understatement to say that I’m in over my head here. As the poetry of Kabir and verse of the Bhagavad Gita only barely scratch the surface of the beauty of this country the images from the movie, Slumdog Millionaire don’t begin to describe the hardships. It seems like everything here is done to the extreme. Opulence, squalor. Obesity, emaciation. Fragrance, stench. Words are ill equipped to convey the ways in which Indian life differs from the life I’m used to living in New York. And as I’m sitting here ready to leave for home I know that I would if given the change return in a heartbeat. I, along with my friends from the Gr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUtA54Zt5E9-6mLixNOTWhi6eKGA0jnRzkGXnWIpcZsP4c6W2SwVQjf3Lu3kM7k2TSwBQkhWOvEdhMvS0DNaEee3T69MORF1JXNoR29F4mIK6mk2vkcw5DOo_i7n-ld7rwGNPuPRYD_U/s1600-h/gse.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUtA54Zt5E9-6mLixNOTWhi6eKGA0jnRzkGXnWIpcZsP4c6W2SwVQjf3Lu3kM7k2TSwBQkhWOvEdhMvS0DNaEee3T69MORF1JXNoR29F4mIK6mk2vkcw5DOo_i7n-ld7rwGNPuPRYD_U/s200/gse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299047204023233378" border="0" /></a>oup Study Exchange that brought me here have often wondered how it is and why any of us could be as fortunate as we are. Fortunate to be here in India, fortunate to have met so many amazing people along the way, fortunate to be able to return to the Hudson Valley once it’s all over.<br />The organization that sent me here, The Rotary International, perplexes m<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3T9rf7USEtOkAPcNcrxSVPDPQUzX3sEsy0ie7PqB_XHG9qPzflq3GUz5QPwKcEP-5XQwRwpQpdM1fCCMQumfU0v6l1MywzhiWRYrIkCyfT2CQXQodz4zC8A0-Z_KNNY_xNnat07r_jRM/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3T9rf7USEtOkAPcNcrxSVPDPQUzX3sEsy0ie7PqB_XHG9qPzflq3GUz5QPwKcEP-5XQwRwpQpdM1fCCMQumfU0v6l1MywzhiWRYrIkCyfT2CQXQodz4zC8A0-Z_KNNY_xNnat07r_jRM/s200/P1010118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299048254795516082" border="0" /></a>e. At times it seems clear to me that every member of the organization is a living saint. Their motto is "Service above self." And so many members often seem selfless and wise beyond explanation. The Rotary engages in projects that provides clean water to communities where the water is so polluted. They set up schools where children would never otherwise learn to read. They set up free heart, and eye clinics. They work tirelessly to put an end to polio through vaccinating children free of cost. And many other projects too. But some are more <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnBLtBY6DgjSLEG_ZJuMcHPYTFo09he8SpIi3LZ_8tF25ZPwOPvAm8A6UnRzgIeh9HBQ01zgukkLpW_uz3tM8FQDiuFOv_akVE4KyKi_knAg-TvO9YdhyphenhyphenzaMjBHMlSPd7JYiIAgiOjJ4/s1600-h/P1010342.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnBLtBY6DgjSLEG_ZJuMcHPYTFo09he8SpIi3LZ_8tF25ZPwOPvAm8A6UnRzgIeh9HBQ01zgukkLpW_uz3tM8FQDiuFOv_akVE4KyKi_knAg-TvO9YdhyphenhyphenzaMjBHMlSPd7JYiIAgiOjJ4/s200/P1010342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299048707024460706" border="0" /></a>interested in helping people than others. At times Rotary members seem like pseudophilanthropic missionaries of idealistic western naiveté. From what I have seen, many of them spend so much more time socializing, taking photos of each other, and spending money to pat each other on the back than they do actually performing service above self. But I have only a small picture of the grand scheme of things. Their goals are spelled out in something they call the “Four Way Test.”-Is it the truth? –Is it fair to all concerned? –Will it build good will and better friendships? and –Will it be beneficial to all concerned? are the questions they ask themselves. Many Rotarians that I’ve encountered have a hard time remembering all four. Again, though, t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Q-gYeEYlVFTQ1dL7mWBpntgLHzYn4DcKuRaSARYnOy7kniKL4rvVKKnV6g6jyncdkGyMIUmfd-hGB8ww4-1OmU2slHFrs0mVLaj_f4-SLFNthH_WWw6M9XBSQ74ldZUsBZACbOVJmnQ/s1600-h/P1111088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Q-gYeEYlVFTQ1dL7mWBpntgLHzYn4DcKuRaSARYnOy7kniKL4rvVKKnV6g6jyncdkGyMIUmfd-hGB8ww4-1OmU2slHFrs0mVLaj_f4-SLFNthH_WWw6M9XBSQ74ldZUsBZACbOVJmnQ/s200/P1111088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299049240343314354" border="0" /></a>his is by and large –a wonderful group of people. My official capacity here is to work as a cultural ambassador between nations, teach my contemporaries what I can about my line of work in the Hudson Valley, and learn from them about the same work in the cities and towns I visit. It is true that I have learned a lot and even taught some too.<br />I hope I have done something to promote diplomatic and cultural exchange in a war-torn world. But I would be lying if I wrote that I felt like I have gained a better understanding of the world we live in.I have had so many life-changing experiences while over here that I don’t know who I am any more. My goals in life have shifted. My perception of the world around me has been blurred. The scenes around me are often reminiscent of scenes from a Star Wars movie. Large and unusual animals everywhere, unfamiliar languages in the background, incomprehensible music on the radios, completely different perceptions of personal space… and still the people here are so much like us. There are the people that do what they can to make a living. People that worry about what others think about them. People that fear about <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhG0DPnQtrXvT2WPx9586sOKDT8qtX6HW_NP7jhyphenhyphenkBdzndgDAFphJy93fO2HcMiLybWkGgvMLK3anDnDrwl3H13oDVSVSg2g9N8Pnjr2FdRJpt7pxGOCQ8gVO-18QDwCU8hoTyZKxJaQI/s1600-h/elestat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhG0DPnQtrXvT2WPx9586sOKDT8qtX6HW_NP7jhyphenhyphenkBdzndgDAFphJy93fO2HcMiLybWkGgvMLK3anDnDrwl3H13oDVSVSg2g9N8Pnjr2FdRJpt7pxGOCQ8gVO-18QDwCU8hoTyZKxJaQI/s200/elestat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299051258802525874" border="0" /></a>the future. People that pray for the end to suffering. People that don’t understand why the people in other countries are so uncivilized.<br />Because I grew up alongside and have become close with many Indian-Americans I have allowed myself to walk into this experience thinking that I knew what I was in for. At best I was better prepared to understand some customs and I had a handle on a few key phrases that proved useful throughout the travels. I knew what food I liked and didn’t like. I could get out of sticky situations by dazzling people with my faux knowledge of Bollywood songs. I am not an expert on Indian culture, languages, history, religions, or anything. In fact, my eyes have also opened to the fact that I am not an expert in any topic. And I doubt I’ll ever be. There’s just too much to learn.<br />And I want to end with a happy note. A few nights ago I went to see a movie in Ahmedabad -the largest city of Gujarat. While there I lost my cell phone. A man named Hardik Pathak found my phone, and cared enough to try to call somebody to locate me and return it to me. When that didn't work -he found my email address so he could return my phone to me. Pretty awesome, eh?<span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-40893337940398276602009-01-16T08:36:00.008-05:002009-02-04T15:44:15.384-05:00Khana खानाFood is a huge part of traveling and experiencing new cultures. As an anthropologist, it's no small wonder that up until now I haven't commented at all about the food. Questions like -How is it? -What's it like? -Is it spicy? -Do you like it? -Are you having any meat? -Are you shitting your brains out? keep surfacing. Well there's a lot to be said here, and today you're getting your answers. Strangely, they can be translated into many other aspects of my <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGf6f0dSFdmEoevEvZkkSGnHnOgNVM5F3BWqc0q02N3tQXHlMRo2Grccyk24kCKWvIf0n5rjKcac7etJis-FtGvhnO5eJSr_zgXR_9P0bFDySzzsWgYA38Dqk1ISnZkzeS5uYvP_Dycw/s1600-h/freshspices.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGf6f0dSFdmEoevEvZkkSGnHnOgNVM5F3BWqc0q02N3tQXHlMRo2Grccyk24kCKWvIf0n5rjKcac7etJis-FtGvhnO5eJSr_zgXR_9P0bFDySzzsWgYA38Dqk1ISnZkzeS5uYvP_Dycw/s200/freshspices.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299012404067978450" border="0" /></a>experiences here in Northwest India. The first is the only universal: Nothing is ever simple. NEVER. If you don't understand what I mean by this, you will soon enough.<br /><br />One of the first things I noticed when we were picked up from the airport in Jaipur (after the shock of seeing the roaming cows and pigs through the streets everywhere) were the fruit and vegetable carts. Many Indian families we've come in contact start their meals with what they call salad. This is to say they cut up carrots, radishes, cucumbers, tomatoes, and serve th<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzQVcV98SzW9vHU7-AtcS8S-wB9hh86KTlIWVZgCbB1L1GOq46VsqYysQkQfateffL3DgfletgBovDZO2rVBgyPQ8qivQDLlmhOEs2iq2QSBXK2NWf59U1DocA0crL2aFhJDhFtmXQV0/s1600-h/redcarrots.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzQVcV98SzW9vHU7-AtcS8S-wB9hh86KTlIWVZgCbB1L1GOq46VsqYysQkQfateffL3DgfletgBovDZO2rVBgyPQ8qivQDLlmhOEs2iq2QSBXK2NWf59U1DocA0crL2aFhJDhFtmXQV0/s200/redcarrots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299010898015446194" border="0" /></a>em on a dish with lemon or lime. For contrast to those of my friends here in India, at home in the U.S.A. we also start our meals off with salad often enough -but for us the salad is made up mostly of lettuce, then we add the carrots, radishes, cucumbers, tomatoes, and croutons. We also dress the salad with a chutney-like sauce based either of oil & vinegar, or a creamy yogurt-like dressing. Also, The carrots here come in many varieties. Unlike the U.S., where our carrots are typically orange, the usual carrot here is bright red. There are also black and white carrots. I have not yet seen an orange carrot here, but I'm told they exist. So that's just the first course.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGg943P4G8NdrIAMPSxJKo1aXQDEfV2XYbFbmFAG4XzXW3hLejmmM4oGqqqLRaNEHP0EgszUcJZRGqPbav0mGtOyZlQrLN4o8YUosWGz8opnMO2dlTK_XaeXo6lphfbq2qiLefsuTEGU/s1600-h/food2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGg943P4G8NdrIAMPSxJKo1aXQDEfV2XYbFbmFAG4XzXW3hLejmmM4oGqqqLRaNEHP0EgszUcJZRGqPbav0mGtOyZlQrLN4o8YUosWGz8opnMO2dlTK_XaeXo6lphfbq2qiLefsuTEGU/s200/food2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299011771220534498" border="0" /></a><br />In the state of Rajasthan, as well as Gujarat (both in the Northwest of India) meat-eaters exist, but are not very common. As such, the staple of our diet here consits of a bread, usually chapati (an unlevened wheatflour soft bread) and <i>subjee</i>, hindi for vegetables. We eat with our hands here -only the right hand for sanatary reasons. Red pepper, fennel, cardamom, turmeric, and other <i>masalas</i>, or spices, are added to nearly every dish. The food is spicy, but about on par with hot buffalo wings, nothing over the top. Rice with raisons, cashews, butter, and some spices called <i>biriani</i> is served last, then come a variety of sweets.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHGobkxOFvWwOvYD1jtYFZvBroqS0wKYkAgJGWPU-I5OHZTbsZqTeSXeF1BWXOWudJD7qQ9d3XyU2w6hNBa940WkSCoTup8BJyMRc1CpoV_OGdLY2o_j0KS4GBeFDGsxmVhrP2ZwbyW8/s1600-h/food1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHGobkxOFvWwOvYD1jtYFZvBroqS0wKYkAgJGWPU-I5OHZTbsZqTeSXeF1BWXOWudJD7qQ9d3XyU2w6hNBa940WkSCoTup8BJyMRc1CpoV_OGdLY2o_j0KS4GBeFDGsxmVhrP2ZwbyW8/s200/food1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299012792613655986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We are served tea prepared with a variety of spices (chai) at various times of day. Chai is a huge part of Indian culture and is consumed throughout the day for social purposes and bonding. Sweets and desserts are not lacking here. From <i>gulab jamun</i> to <i>jalaybee</i>, the Indians know how to make a good dessert. Packaged candies, on the other hand, are something of a mystery to me over here. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaFo9yWybBIuXMWQQe_VS9ui44XeMH0gTe4C1JLdqIYYU7jaq4jITCMsNIw_nJfTU_KvOrct2odJiOhC0jUmQvSrEO7MiI1NRPK2RoMt0cdPO1ads49gZWuR7Qq5Jyk3wdTQM-qVvfyo/s1600-h/kittylitter.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaFo9yWybBIuXMWQQe_VS9ui44XeMH0gTe4C1JLdqIYYU7jaq4jITCMsNIw_nJfTU_KvOrct2odJiOhC0jUmQvSrEO7MiI1NRPK2RoMt0cdPO1ads49gZWuR7Qq5Jyk3wdTQM-qVvfyo/s200/kittylitter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299010557105961922" border="0" /></a>There's a mango candy, for example, made primarily of dried mango (Aplam Chaplam -on the left), which looks and tastes like kitty litter. It's just flat out horrible. And yet you can't stop yourself from trying it. "Mouth freshners" are used here in place of mints or gum, and can be seen everywhere. The can range from a bunch of fennel seeds, to a horrible mix of God knows what.<br /><br />We all brought small packaged candies to hand out to children while we're over here. My choice -even though I was advised not to by Brendan (yes, I know I should listen to you more) was mint lifesavers. So I'm not surprised that I was wrong to bring lifesavers. But I am surprised at <span style="font-style: italic;">why</span> I was wrong though. Let me explain why: Every meal has spices. It's not overbearing for me, but it's something to note. -Breakfast too. So the answer to why the people don't like the mint lifesavers is that they're too spicy. I don't understand. 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I started this post on what was here the fifth of January. It’s also difficult to get used to not talking to the people I know and love every day and all day in the age of cell phones and wi-fi communication. In other words –even though it’s only been a little over a week, I miss my family and friends a lot right now. In any case, please know that I’m doing my best to keep in touch as often as possible. I’ve even visited an STD (I don’t know what it stands for, but it’s basically a place where you pay to make non-local ca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNlWFE59WiwBuMUh2Rx9RDRG2mdf7-ctP_RYmJotDk9Mk6u-wUstQX7MqxMcOTAQam1uk7py_7WKmJqUb-0f6OVb-wp44647BlzEzg15Oy7Oq6Jbj-UakyaCivwlsXR6qTKBKUzbK-b8/s1600-h/STD.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNlWFE59WiwBuMUh2Rx9RDRG2mdf7-ctP_RYmJotDk9Mk6u-wUstQX7MqxMcOTAQam1uk7py_7WKmJqUb-0f6OVb-wp44647BlzEzg15Oy7Oq6Jbj-UakyaCivwlsXR6qTKBKUzbK-b8/s200/STD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289503314718414466" border="0" /></a>lls) to try to get in touch with my people, but the phone service wasn’t working at the moment. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The past few days have been a whirlwind. No, more like a typhoon. It’s completely fair and accurate to say that I’ve done more in the past week than I have in the past year. And those of you that know me know that I’m a pretty active person. The adventure starts off at a large conference hall in downtown Jaipur for a large Rotary International Annual District Conference. I know it doesn’t sound that interesting, but throw over a thousand people in there and have me give a presentation in front of them then things start to get interesting. For better or for worse, I decided it might be nice t<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIiEAyGi0zZG5YExMIzZQ-gvBB6KiDymx2GNmcinUhJIbOM6LIaDxKsEPUO9x0Jc1WuukEWPe4bUyl-0293yst63KJ_PfpwE4AUz0B77aibpozMM6FiUohZrIw2-TvOOzc1S3v3FOP_I/s1600-h/on+stage.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIiEAyGi0zZG5YExMIzZQ-gvBB6KiDymx2GNmcinUhJIbOM6LIaDxKsEPUO9x0Jc1WuukEWPe4bUyl-0293yst63KJ_PfpwE4AUz0B77aibpozMM6FiUohZrIw2-TvOOzc1S3v3FOP_I/s200/on+stage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289504017456521426" border="0" /></a>o mix some Hindi into my introduction just to get their attention. To me this meant: “I enjoy your culture and am trying my best to communicate with you.” To them it meant: “I am completely fluent in Hindi and want to practice it with EVERY one of you.” It’s alright, though, because it helped me make a lot of friends that I might not have met otherwise. Oh, and just a heads up –mentioning that you worked in sexual assault and HIV prevention for some reason tends to be a conversation killer over here. On the other hand –it’s part of why I was sent over here so I’m doing the best I can to spread the good word anyway. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">After the presentation my GSE team members and I had the opportunity to visit the former palace of the Maharaja where a Rotarian friend of our team leader has a jewelry shop. After showing us around the palace, we attended a polo game where the younger brother of the current maharaja was sitting only a few rows ahead of us. It was a really cool experience –and one of the few times in my life I can honestly say that I enjoyed watching a sport. Polo is an intense game. And better yet, during what seemed to be the half-time there was an Indian bag-pipe squad. It was one of the many moments on this trip during which I was reminded of how ridiculously privileged I am. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The next day we visited palaces. Lots of them. The tours went at such a fast pace (we saw three HUGE palaces in one day) that I couldn’t tell you much about who lived in which, when, or why and how they stopped living there. What I can tell you is that the royalty of Rajasthan knew how to live it up. I’ve seen palaces and castles throughout Europe and the mansions and estates of the U.S., but they don’t even come close to the flamboyant opulence of the Rajasthanis. Oh, and a side note: Elephants everywhere! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now the downside. But first let me preface this with a quick side note. There are those that might read this who might not be happy with me sharing images of a poor, or dirty India. What I am sharing with you is a reflection of what I encounter here. It is not meant to offend or caste judgment on anyone, but instead to open channels of communication cross-cultural exchange. So you know that when I share the good point s about my experiences, you know that I’m not sugar-coating anything, and that I’m telling you the truth. For example –Indian hosts treat their guests like gods. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>It was expected that we would encounter poverty while over here. In fact, I was counting on it. I work in public <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAwDazuXxGSEClrCEFcu5hdT88Yg-hWvlhACS9Ed68rW8eJN7W-zx9p2JNm1D8fzg-WzwHXQH8flhWQtLMiZesmXx39Nj0v2L6KmAQfN2ZieHIIY-ABfOocvWF622HToxr_n4yPX2z54/s1600-h/Sin.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAwDazuXxGSEClrCEFcu5hdT88Yg-hWvlhACS9Ed68rW8eJN7W-zx9p2JNm1D8fzg-WzwHXQH8flhWQtLMiZesmXx39Nj0v2L6KmAQfN2ZieHIIY-ABfOocvWF622HToxr_n4yPX2z54/s200/Sin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289515237161492114" border="0" /></a>health outreach and am always interested to learn more ab out different approaches to social problems. Here, though, there are some very clear gaps which need addressing. Beggers, for example. There are beggers here just as in any country –including the U.S.. Here, however, children are often used (enslaved is probably a better term here) to solicit money from passers go by. The money rarely goes toward feeding these children, but instead to<span style=""> </span>a ring-leader.<span style=""> </span>A picture says a thousand words, so here it is. And to be frank, this is not an uncommon sight. What’s worse, this goes on in plain view. The police, the city at large, everybody sees this happening right in front of them. I don’t have the answer to this problem, but ignoring boils down to cooperating.<span style=""> </span>I know of only one organization that directly fights this issue. It’s called <a href="http://www.ecpatusa.org/">ECPAT</a> (Ending Child Prostitution And Trafficking), please at least look them up. And Dan –if you’re reading this, could you please send me Guy’s contact information? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh, and in case any of you were wondering if I got sick yet, we’ve all taken turns worshipping the porcelain gods by now. All of us except Andy, our team leader. I’m starting to wonder if he’s just full of shit (in which case it might do him good) or if his intestines are just made of steel.<span style=""> </span>But the rest of us –we’re going to have t-shirts made that read, “I crapped myself at the Taj Mahal.” Oh, speaking of which… WE FINALLY SAY THE TAJ MAHAL! It’s not called a wonder of the world for no reason. Agra, the city in which the Taj resides, on the other hand, is nothing short of the most poverty stricken slum I’ve ever seen in my life. The smog is so bad that you only barely see an outline of the Taj Mahal behind us in the photo. Still being there was an honor in itself. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeb5o5bpWyIZ_zVEOWCNKJyUPwukxlN0Km9bJmVC-h44LD2GlK9469Etl_-ubiIEo1pZi1D8rXIjUJrv3CmTfuYwGlXf2dc1m46fVXbIPverH8_K8f2QKZBiNQv3YJ1XhuzxWfRoW63_Q/s1600-h/Taj.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeb5o5bpWyIZ_zVEOWCNKJyUPwukxlN0Km9bJmVC-h44LD2GlK9469Etl_-ubiIEo1pZi1D8rXIjUJrv3CmTfuYwGlXf2dc1m46fVXbIPverH8_K8f2QKZBiNQv3YJ1XhuzxWfRoW63_Q/s200/Taj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289506423393736226" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m losing track of time here really quickly. To be honest –even when told what the date is I don’t know how long I’ve been here because I lost or gained a day in transit. We’re always in transit for this trip, though. It was five hour trip to and from Agra from Jaipur. Our next stop is a city called Udaipur, then we’ll go somewhere called Mt. Abu to rest for a day before returning to the insanity (both good and bad) of Group Study Exchange. I’m just crossing my fingers that there’s internet access there so I can finally be in touch with people, write emails, post this blog, and maybe if I’m über-lucky, make an internet call or two.
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-41318286120819934952009-01-03T06:20:00.008-05:002009-01-09T22:30:58.676-05:00School of Hard Knocks<div>(My first host family)<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglXaVIYo1R9VbqVgLMGjeGayAQ-3TtxZvxJZZDnrX2vzPXl9SaPUDVOJI9Lgqi4ySXFZuNAglD5cvQg943ZvZY53FV3GJus5JobZAKbdLyP4kks-BlvfhL_LQ8iLg78XgHb2trQKf6TZM/s1600-h/hostfam1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287027774421936642" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglXaVIYo1R9VbqVgLMGjeGayAQ-3TtxZvxJZZDnrX2vzPXl9SaPUDVOJI9Lgqi4ySXFZuNAglD5cvQg943ZvZY53FV3GJus5JobZAKbdLyP4kks-BlvfhL_LQ8iLg78XgHb2trQKf6TZM/s320/hostfam1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div>New Years Eve was nothing like what we’re used to in the states. After a busy day at the bazaar, my teammates and I heard some music and one or two fireworks outside. We assumed it must have been New Years celebrations, so we went outside to join in on the fun, but it turns out that –no, it had nothing to do with New Years at all. We ended up crashing a wedding reception! But we were more than welcomed, and even had our photos taken with the bride and groom. The brother of the groom took us all around and introduced us to his family as if we ourselves were invited all along. It was a wonderful experience. I think Steve even got part of it on youtube. If you’re friends with him on facebook I’m sure he’s got a link to it.<br />On New Years day we left the International school where we have been staying since our arrival to stay with our host families. It was sad to leave Mrs. Seth (pronounced "Seet") <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCB2Hl0xGIriynsk1c-G4Y5iiwNfo63Acxts5xhotJVH9PmSNm2Iv9Pyry5KJjPF-mAC_ocgPO2aCEIHK0jQN_CMuQQbBMgriE9kWDLEm9PkoUOYVaH-rj7sj1uz81Phyphenhyphen4DLWZCmkmEHM/s1600-h/Mrs.+Seth.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287040541131281330" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCB2Hl0xGIriynsk1c-G4Y5iiwNfo63Acxts5xhotJVH9PmSNm2Iv9Pyry5KJjPF-mAC_ocgPO2aCEIHK0jQN_CMuQQbBMgriE9kWDLEm9PkoUOYVaH-rj7sj1uz81Phyphenhyphen4DLWZCmkmEHM/s320/Mrs.+Seth.JPG" border="0" /></a>as she has been beyond hospitable to us. My host family is small -made up of Praveen Verma, who works in awnings, his wife (a banker), and his son Harshil. Also living with them is their servant, Gopal. Most people I meet seem to be surprised of my age. Either they learned of my work and expected me to be older –or they saw a photo of me and expected me to be younger. While it causes no problems at all, it sometimes leaves me a little lacking in the conversation department. Either way they’re very friendly and accomidating. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkYlmWz-Oj28KJSgwuFOsTFPETaKnyLPzbQpb_ABj4MMXJdUGrhBL7nLxOyS_jlCsyfMLX6cM_In9IxLFzu-lZe2QZgn2dI-d1XLra7jsS-eluCIhZfqC5-pA0c0KmmvfqaTLrauMn_g/s1600-h/hostfam1.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkYlmWz-Oj28KJSgwuFOsTFPETaKnyLPzbQpb_ABj4MMXJdUGrhBL7nLxOyS_jlCsyfMLX6cM_In9IxLFzu-lZe2QZgn2dI-d1XLra7jsS-eluCIhZfqC5-pA0c0KmmvfqaTLrauMn_g/s1600-h/hostfam1.JPG"></a>They had a building party at which we played a game similar to bingo called Hausi. I have no idea what the rules were nor how to play –but somehow I won (Haha Brendan! I actually won a game!)… then again it’s altogether possible that they were just being nice and hospitable. Either way I won Rs. 50. J <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPjOj7lvx3Zd8S1zWu8ImrRC8QXf4kOj8m1u3M1VVds9uPcoi5W_bI_Psl_69hyVP5IlTaU_fgXhz6wWb_d63g9eb9FJJlIZs3qNA26k1NlipsupUsXIethQ7gNKgfMY2dO9-jZqUykI/s1600-h/Camel1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287028547083378066" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPjOj7lvx3Zd8S1zWu8ImrRC8QXf4kOj8m1u3M1VVds9uPcoi5W_bI_Psl_69hyVP5IlTaU_fgXhz6wWb_d63g9eb9FJJlIZs3qNA26k1NlipsupUsXIethQ7gNKgfMY2dO9-jZqUykI/s320/Camel1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />When I arrived at their house Harshil was kind enough to drive me around his neighborhood as well as show me to a huge temple where there were actual cobras outside. After that we went to a local hooka bar where he and his friends hang out. It was great fun, but to be honest the most exciting part for me were the drives around town where I saw the oxen, camels, horses, and mules sharing the same roads with the all the bicycles, scooters, motorcycles, motorickshaws, trucks, and every other mode of transport you could imagine. It really is a different world over here. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPt4M5MWg1uEXxK2cKHffDRXd-ZSWpj7ouQXmZ_tXz0ZKuOTqEMF_bGu6YrdyhHlNJsa1QRy33U7Rfva7mcJXOWmi2wf6z2umR__ZNwPhWVEe8TcLJQ6Uzcx7Ex0wMQPCkjldKbpIc1Sc/s1600-h/Huka.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287028771823428370" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPt4M5MWg1uEXxK2cKHffDRXd-ZSWpj7ouQXmZ_tXz0ZKuOTqEMF_bGu6YrdyhHlNJsa1QRy33U7Rfva7mcJXOWmi2wf6z2umR__ZNwPhWVEe8TcLJQ6Uzcx7Ex0wMQPCkjldKbpIc1Sc/s320/Huka.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />To be fair, though, I want to clear up a point I made before. While it is true that there is more extreme poverty here than we are accustomed to, there is also very obvious progress going on everywhere you look. The very organization that sent me here –The Rotary International, for example, focuses not only on the elimination of polio, but also sponsors girls from rural villages to attend schools, pays for their books, housing, and other needs. This doesn’t sound like much, but it means the difference between poverty, illiteracy, and subservience and a future of self-empowerment and promise. There are also people building everywhere you look. Skyscrapers are going up, sewers are being dug, trees are being planted. There is no ignoring it –India is modernizing.<br />But there are also many differences which many westerners (including myself) are simply not used to. Having servants and drivers, for example, takes much getting used to. Gopal, the servant of the family I am currently staying with, does most of the domestic work around the house. He’s treated well, though –as a member of the family. And it should also be pointed out that without the custom of employing servants, many many more people would be homeless and without a means to provide for themselves.<br />Today -2 Jan., I had my first day of vocational exchange organized by the Rotary. After a wonderful breakfast by Gopal and a quick Hindi reading lesson from the newspaper, I was off to start what would be one of the most memorable days of my life. A professor from the University of Rajasthan was kind enough to escort me around the city starting with the Rajasthani Network of Positive People (RNP+) –an advocacy organization that provides counseling and links HIV positive people with services that will improve their lives. I was able to meet with their founder and president, then visit one of their 25 centers located throughout the state of Rajasthan.<br />Next on the agenda I was brought to the SMS Hospital –the largest hospital in the state, in which the ART (anti retro-viral treatment) is administered. Narendra, of RNP+ (also a student of anthropology), was kind enough to donate his day to escorting me around the clinics, introducing me to the many counselors, advocates, physicians, and so on that work in HIV education/prevention, intervention, and service provision. We even visited the medical school where much of the testing and labwork takes place. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjW41uPJUX4vf9zW1VGaPx_P78glvjS4yTYIx8ooNxyHM5Y682viS133S2GfCvnpMCM8RvJ2p1X5LSH_k-zSlkcSyzZTVfdMY5A0XZWlg2lb89GmvcFvb1qZv6eVJLp94P4nIWVdbY14/s1600-h/Fight+AIDS.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287028059078628866" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjW41uPJUX4vf9zW1VGaPx_P78glvjS4yTYIx8ooNxyHM5Y682viS133S2GfCvnpMCM8RvJ2p1X5LSH_k-zSlkcSyzZTVfdMY5A0XZWlg2lb89GmvcFvb1qZv6eVJLp94P4nIWVdbY14/s320/Fight+AIDS.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The next part of my day was the most touching. Much like in the U.S., HIV disproportionately affects underserved populations. One particular target population –called the “bridge population” here in India, includes both migrant workers and truck drivers. Narendra took me to visit a woman who lost her husband –a late truck driver- to the AIDS virus. She too is HIV positive. Though she has three sons, only one of them is HIV positive thanks in no small part to the preventative measures of NGO’s like RNP+ and the Rotary International. RNP+ steps in to ensure that she has a way to stay healthy and provide for herself and her family in the wake of losing her husband through vocational education and health education. With permission, I am posting the photo we took together to show how well she’s doing and to emphasize the importance of supporting non-profits.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287027006922635074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_SLwJgOjkW84AiPvan6LYINnovEtjIBq7gGbQKKPPeM1DiGQNkSSMK8JccpXhve4Nc89MTQ_UFAJTvi4WgG_-tQxLVNemruyYiZIyAMhSn0PHZm0IWNB9MwEUe_X4yqFLNikkAdCcRI/s320/posfam.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-90917472051621476532008-12-31T12:00:00.002-05:002009-02-04T14:00:18.122-05:00Nana Ka Maka (Open Your Eyes)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixdtwDnCkNgyJdt9cLGlkSFlOWOUJyBeOcyU4nYPnXJaDdbKM-vHEeSPxOOi2po27eE40VzV_NtS9S7AN7h9gRz4gi0W0xphvuEms1HD_d360gn6h66OSdgv9IWUuerCEBSNonUVwXDg/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixdtwDnCkNgyJdt9cLGlkSFlOWOUJyBeOcyU4nYPnXJaDdbKM-vHEeSPxOOi2po27eE40VzV_NtS9S7AN7h9gRz4gi0W0xphvuEms1HD_d360gn6h66OSdgv9IWUuerCEBSNonUVwXDg/s320/P1010047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285948519925027186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSCegt-0tEQpsoBbpJczfpHMM8wYg1cwpY1j0eVIhu4ReOOCNBOCYMYytAQUw3V6BlCC-SUTlGtz0JPeIPjVK8-fghA_ddeZbeCQaIxVOyOiFCStvqnJiHMB0ImX_SCFvfzXXNrj9Ym0/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSCegt-0tEQpsoBbpJczfpHMM8wYg1cwpY1j0eVIhu4ReOOCNBOCYMYytAQUw3V6BlCC-SUTlGtz0JPeIPjVK8-fghA_ddeZbeCQaIxVOyOiFCStvqnJiHMB0ImX_SCFvfzXXNrj9Ym0/s320/P1010031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285939271313094402" border="0" /></a><br />Today our team left to see what Jaipur looks like in the daylight. The man that is hosting us runs an international college and was nice enough to have one of his drivers bus us around and show us to the old city. The ride there alone was one of the biggest eye-opening experiences of my life. I can't believe how the cows just roam the streets and eat garbage. I asked somebody who they belong to -but it seems that they're wild. I took a bunch of photos of them and the locals seemed to think I was crazy. I wish I could explain to them that the issue was not that I had never seen a cow before, but instead that it was strange for me to see them grazing openly in the streets. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8ir1Bc5BzGKXklvIQ6eq1PfcOJ1VURS-586hVN8Gx3BT5-i66ou08KA0bNiqFMOkPqwuAui1XdftSoeIM4xi1Y_D-TpQh8-PUgZQglLkk7PnpMazbULAiTtT9X_VykeQ3hbA6dEm2pA/s1600-h/DSCN0613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8ir1Bc5BzGKXklvIQ6eq1PfcOJ1VURS-586hVN8Gx3BT5-i66ou08KA0bNiqFMOkPqwuAui1XdftSoeIM4xi1Y_D-TpQh8-PUgZQglLkk7PnpMazbULAiTtT9X_VykeQ3hbA6dEm2pA/s320/DSCN0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285940611768385394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />After walking around for a while I thought it might be a good idea to make some friends. I mean -being in a foreign city without my friends to protect me from myself. These guys looked like business so I started there. The sheer number of people everywhere is something to get used to. Imagine the streets of New York during rush hour, make the streets narrower and without a grid, and then add about a billion people. Oh, and then there are the car horns. India doesn't have traffic lights so much as I'm used to, but they compensate for it by sounding their horns as often as possible. This is not a complaint. There are certainly places even in New Paltz where this might work out -like for example the intersection by the starbucks.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTH-5JywUVfSA79IbCVddEuj41lqzB7_Eh56UCfx5eTcwfURFmpcgieUf5VU4R4n9vCVHZP184LGznpYHaj2iZJnoKL3a-9ebYalSZAJh4turHFKO2Y55SZmZU_g2yjqjSj23DOc6AvkE/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTH-5JywUVfSA79IbCVddEuj41lqzB7_Eh56UCfx5eTcwfURFmpcgieUf5VU4R4n9vCVHZP184LGznpYHaj2iZJnoKL3a-9ebYalSZAJh4turHFKO2Y55SZmZU_g2yjqjSj23DOc6AvkE/s320/P1010029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285943590782802770" border="0" /></a>There are also some sad points to what we saw. Poverty unlike anything most Americans could imagine is everywhere. At a traffic jam there was a boy carrying what I assume what his little brother around begging for money. I don't know if you can tell from the photo -but he's got third degree burns all over his leg. I wanted to jump out of the bus, pull out my first aid kit and get to work, but the simple fact is that there are scenes like this everywhere. There's simply nothing one person can do. It's heartbreaking and if this doesn't make me appreciate how privileged I am nothing will. So I'll use this as my reminder to keep in mind my purpose for coming here to begin with.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6HhMdj8gdx-FhqUXTVUn627FYFqTihrjYgGFvD_k4NueImk-J8dkT-oeIHEeBVBqtYgnzZNV-y_H_5D5E1g-vONrtvmOvD8hTpKy86taAnX9UtwHhz0y7-1rhKf99z7_CrZjqbFPBmo/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6HhMdj8gdx-FhqUXTVUn627FYFqTihrjYgGFvD_k4NueImk-J8dkT-oeIHEeBVBqtYgnzZNV-y_H_5D5E1g-vONrtvmOvD8hTpKy86taAnX9UtwHhz0y7-1rhKf99z7_CrZjqbFPBmo/s320/P1010055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285945053415119074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sister Cat and her friend at Lola's Cafe told me to bring back some spices. I will if i can and when I saw vendors like this in the bazaar. The photo is nice, but I wish there were a way to convey the aromas too. Cat and Eddie -it would do you well to pay a visit here some day. And speaking of spices, the food here is amazing. Though I feel horrible stuffing myself with such amazing food while right out my window there are people literally starving to death. It makes the mind spin. What can I do? To be sure, I share what I can and make sure nothing goes to waste. And I should also point out that given the chaos and omnipresent poverty, the people are -as a rule- among the friendliest I've met both abroad and within the U.S..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYpSJPlYv3WFM00QDYQXnJyb9CxlMVdzf5ip_Cjo5bpbxJim358Z7xHR9lyP2-CA4t7mj2om5etQpcJhU3OhekUS5aDjXodJ3lit9dAMwugp8sIt7acW4ozqRhgBFhI4iewddgZrdeS0/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYpSJPlYv3WFM00QDYQXnJyb9CxlMVdzf5ip_Cjo5bpbxJim358Z7xHR9lyP2-CA4t7mj2om5etQpcJhU3OhekUS5aDjXodJ3lit9dAMwugp8sIt7acW4ozqRhgBFhI4iewddgZrdeS0/s320/P1010065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285946769214327362" border="0" /></a>And for my sister Nicole, here are your bangles. Are there any you prefer? Because the variety is endless. I also found some of the most ornate wood carvings and jewelery I've ever come across anywhere -and at some of the cheapest prices you could imagine. Literally for a few dollars you could go on a shopping spree. But on the other hand then the thought of all the people without food or medical care come to mind, and I start to wish I could help and stop caring so much about shopping.<br /><br />Alright. I love you all, but after a day like this I need some time to rest and relax. I'll continue to stay in touch as often as possible. If you talk to my mom (because I have no idea if she's reading any of this) please tell her that I'm alright and enjoying what I'm doing here. I'll do my best to keep up with your emails, but if I can't please don't get offended.<br /><br />ॐ शान्ति शान्ति शान्ति ॐ<br />-AdamAdamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-60114694489621189512008-12-31T08:39:00.002-05:002008-12-31T23:57:02.033-05:00The Start of a Long Journey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBLRqrmuVZoSRlaIMQxbwRFz06Tb-cEQ-1ZQD0OBiC8xVy8pkGNYAZKa-VDtoKd70IXnhrgZTBzh5HHH0IiTm7m-f_lLZOPGG1m7MDb60WmTOTn4Ljxy9JZb4vLMqNUONJAsoJWFO65Y/s1600-h/P1000175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBLRqrmuVZoSRlaIMQxbwRFz06Tb-cEQ-1ZQD0OBiC8xVy8pkGNYAZKa-VDtoKd70IXnhrgZTBzh5HHH0IiTm7m-f_lLZOPGG1m7MDb60WmTOTn4Ljxy9JZb4vLMqNUONJAsoJWFO65Y/s320/P1000175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285806340914921346" border="0" /></a><br />After leaving JFK Airport at 10:40 am I thought I was in for a long and tiresome trip. It's true that I was tired toward the end of it, but it in no way felt like it took a long time. I don't know if it Emirates Airlines is consistently amazing, but for our trip at the least I felt like a celebrity. The time went by fast, the food was restaurant quality, the drinks -free, and the crew beyond friendly. After 12 plus hours (felt like maybe three) we landed in Dubai. The airport was beautiful and what I could see of the city made me want to visit it badly. Awe inspiring wealth everywhere. After a short while it was time to depart for Delhi.<br /><br />When we got off the plane at Delhi everything was suddenly different. There was no avoiding it -I am in India! It's utter chaos everywhere -though not in a bad way. Picture the hustle and bustle of Manhattan. Just... a little dirtier. So... maybe New York circa the early 80's and a lot more Indian. My friend Maija and I are working on our Hindi. We're both making a strong headway with the written language, but there's lots to learn in the speaking and comprehension department. I'm not worried. If I know myself I know that I'll come home speaking all sorts of Hindi and Gujarati.<br /><br />We didn't have any time to drive around Delhi because we had a connecting flight to Jaipur. My traveling friends tell me that we were stuck in the plane for hours, but in all honestly I don't remember taking off, landing, or any of the flight at all. It could have been because all that fatigue finally caught up with me or it might have had something to do with a small gift from my friend Katrina. Either way -in what felt like minutes later -I was in Jaipur.<br /><br />The first thing I had to do when I got off the plane was pee. I don't know if any of you have ever been to a scout camp outhouse, but the bathroom at the Jaipur airport fits along those lines. Oh, and forget toilet paper -all you've got is a hose next to the... well... it's not a toilet -more like a ceramic hole in the ground. Don't take this as me complaining. I'm not. From the get go all of us going have been prepared in what to expect -but I want you to know the difference in the lives lived over here versus back in the states.<br /><br />Once we picked up our luggage -and yes, all five of us got all of our luggage on time and in the right place (something that astounds me because my sisters airline couldn't handle the same task and they were only going from New York to South Carolina!)- we were met by the group from the Rotary International district that's hosting us and putting us up. They were phenomenal and in their welcome. We were all adorned with marigold lais and hugged like we were long lost family members. I didn't deserve it in the least and felt immediately guilty -especially when immediately to my right was a large crowd of (I hate the term poor, but can't think of another way to put it) poor people just standing there and watching us. But on the other hand -it's a large part of why I want to be here -with any luck we'll be able to make a difference in some of the lives that we touch while here.<br /><br />On the short trip from the airport to the school where we'll be staying for the next two days (or maybe one, I'm not exactly sure) we passed some of the most amazing scenes I've seen in my life. There were the moto-rickshaws that my Indian friends have been telling me about, the quintessential cows in the streets, pigs rummaging through street garbage, it was the most wonderful. As soon as I get a chance to post photos I will. In the meantime -I can't wait for my team members to wake up so we can get out and begin our day of exploration before they put us to work!Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-46601883196051951962008-12-15T19:38:00.003-05:002008-12-16T13:20:00.480-05:00Two Weeks Left!Toward the end of last summer, Toni Hokansan, Supervisor of the Town of New Paltz, told me about a scholarship through The Rotary International that could send me to India for a work study exchange. Despite my having made fun of her for joining the Rotary and calling her a some names ("republican" being the dirtiest and meanest by far), Toni recommended me for what seems now like the opportunity of a lifetime. Only an application essay and a few short interviews later, and I was set to go. Through the Group Study Exchange, the Rotary International is sending myself and four others to Gujarat and Rajasthan to represent the Hudson Valley of New York, talk about our professions, and learn about how our contemporaries approach professions similar to ours in India.<br /><br />So in less than two weeks, I'm set to leave for what will most likely end up being the most educational trip of my lifetime. I'll do my best to post as often as possible -depending on access to internet- to share my experiences with you all. This will also stop me from having to answer many emails at once and save me time and money in staying in touch with all of you wonderful people.Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7849492930631133698.post-35021633527305808912008-12-11T15:12:00.003-05:002008-12-11T15:17:56.487-05:00भारत!!!!!पागलपन।<br /><br />So. I'm going to India. As often as I have access to a computer/web connection over there I'll be sure to post updates and even photos. Stay tuned for some crazy, eye opening experiences.<br /><br /><br />-Adam(o)Adamohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15727494891515671290noreply@blogger.com2