the sun rises at a different angle

not that i can see the sun.. i can see bicycles and palm trees and a cement building with bars on its windows from my window. also a pile of gravel/dark rocks. also a beautiful sleeping hannah manshel. she and i are roommates, by happy happenstance.
thoughts i have been thinking are...
i dont like being waited upon, but i live in a hotel so i will have to figure out a way to make it tolerable/have real human interactions with these guys.
also i miss the farm, and the way time functions there. here i am either in my room being an asocial dope, or "out" socializing, talking mostly about nothing (dont worry i'm not being too judgmental right off the bat-- except some of these kids i swear are toolstoolstools (in a generic sense)) so i miss the days of not having to talk unless i want to, and living with people where all of us had some sort of higher purpose than just being together, we were working on something, and being togehter was a nice plus. i like the kind of conversations that happen when picking beans, or planting garlic, or harvesting carrots, or walking out to the potatoes. but oh well. i'll wait 10 weeks here in pune and then go off again.

i have been relying bahut on faith in humankind ... it has been most rewarding. my ride from seattle to san francisco was great... we went down the coast, saw the redwoods, stayed at her son's house and ate the most deliciousest food, we went to hot springs and slept under stars...
actually my first night, last night i guess, sleeping at the ywca in mumbai i woke up in the middle of the night and thought i was sleeping on a hill in northern california. that the fans were the chilly night breeze, that the ceiling was an overcast sky, that the light on the tv screen was a star...oh wait, stars arent green, oh wait, this is a bed, oh wait, i am in mumbai,
spinned my mental globe around and zoomed in to the west side of this subcontinent.

anyway. maybe sometime i will write about airtravel and how fucked up it makes me feel. not just because my share was 10,434 pounds of carbon (and it only costs $65 to erase that from my conscience), but because of anonymity and proximity, privacy in public, how much it costs for planes to fly over iran. seeing the stars at eye-level. actually i think that's all i have to say.
have a good first day at school kids