January 2012
1 post
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The wailing winds of Purgatory fly the best kites.
In four days from now, I get back on that very long airplane ride and head home for a time, ending my days in purgatory and year of the psychodramatic. I plan fill my little home with plants and have dinner parties and buy a little dog (preferably a Boston Terrier), write new songs and most importantly live quietly for a time. I have had my adventures and my thrills and my devastations and now I...
September 2011
4 posts
The miniature building blocks of a fulfilled life.
I am sitting at Hyderabad Airport, at The Coffee Bean, drinking what is perhaps the worst espresso I have ever had.
No, that is a terrible way to start. Much too negative. Already complaining, jeez Adam.
So I am sitting at the airport, drinking coffee, about to get on a flight to Goa to attend a Global Design Conference. I have to repeat this sentence to myself a couple of times.
Anyone who...
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The Story of Adam and the Dog (Zoo Story, Carnatic...
I fell asleep in my clothes last night after an extremely productive and exciting (albiet long) day at work and woke up this morning buried in several shades of confusion. It happens sometime. Even still, I will wake up and have no idea where I am, the pratfalls of an adjustable life.
When I first got here, I wrote this journal entry about a walk to find coffee, a wild dog and a pandit of...
Daily Soundtrack to an Adjustable Life (an...
The entire month of Ramadan has come and gone and my promise to myself to keep constant updates on this blog has been totally disregarded. I am currently sitting on my floor attempting a daily routine of getting up by 6:30, taking my daily Hindi class (via the internet and with varying degrees of success, aka not so much). I have a handful of photos that I need to upload somewhere.
We have moved...
August 2011
2 posts
With love, your fans in Israel.
“All media are extensions of some human faculty- psychic or physical”
– The Medium is the Massage. Marshall Macluhan
July 2011
2 posts
Creature Comfort Culture Shock
It’s Friday night and I am at home, sitting on a couch, drinking mango juice. The French doors to the balcony are open and I am listening to the last wave of the monsoon rain mix gently with Leonard Cohen’s Song of Isaac. My shoes are off and my feet are up. If I were still in Austin, I wouldn’t be home, I would be out, but here I need more time to decompress. Not decompress, really, but reflect....
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The Search for Breakfast. The Call for Prayer.
I have been here for about two weeks and have written down so many different impressions and inspirations in various notebooks and upon multiple computers. Every time I sit down write a blog entry I get hung up on a new detail. So I am going to start with this last weekend, because It is fresh in mind and when I get a chance I will back track to previous events. Just like Lost.
To make it clear...
June 2011
1 post
gunthing asked: Rev. Glasseye is one of the best, most underappreciated bands I've ever heard. Ever since I ran into Midnight Cabaret on Youtube I've ordered all of your albums and I've been spreading the word amongst all my friends. Shame the band's run into trouble, but I'll always be a great fan of your work.
April 2011
2 posts
Where did Reverend Glasseye go?
I’ve decided to start a blog. I’ve thought about it numerous times throughout the years and for some reason decided I had nothing to say. Which is absurd. All of our lives are a collection of very little things; this-and-thats that grow into a unified experience that compose the beautiful and often terrifying ballad of life.
Reverend Glasseye lost its motion upon departing Boston....