“And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.

So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes.”

In the general run of things, this isn’t exactly humanity’s proudest moment.  There are only a few people chosen to saved from a vengeful God, and Lot’s wife wastes this gift.  But you have to love her for it.  How could you not look back?  You just have to, and Vonnegut recognizes that and loves it and so do I.  I love people.  Not necessarily individually, as i am sure you are aware, if you have met me.  But cultures, religions.  I dig that shit.  I love the patterns of it.  The seemingly nonsensical beliefs and practices that if looked at in context just make so much fucking sense you can’t believe it.  Like a Kurt Vonnegut novel.  Like Bekah’s chili.   Like absolutely nothing Alexa says on the phone.

So I am going to Nepal.  This program was made for me.  Even if they did change the location and my adviser seems to think she is sending me to a sorority sleep over and not a foreign country on the government’s watch list.  Still, I am getting to practice anthropology, with all of the freedom and none of the prerequisite knowledge required.  What I am hoping for is that I will be able to get a real sense of Anthropology, because honestly, I could breathe that shit.  I could drink it like Evan downs Jello Shots.  I could soak it up into my pores like summer sunlight.  I am hoping to understand things.  I am hoping to learn so very much.  Lofty goals, all up in my head.  Along with the repeating track of Alexa warning me about Locked Up Abroad.

I don’t know how often I will be able to blog, since power is generally out for about 12 hours a day in Kathmandu, and something tells me that even when it is on, the city isn’t exactly a T-Mobile Hot Spot rearing to connect me to facebook, ASAP.  I tell you this not because I am operating under the illusion that you hang on my every word, but so you will appreciate how much of a fucking BAMF I am. Sans power, living with a host family in a one room house, camping in the Himalayas.  Bow down, bitches, BOW DOWN.
What was I saying about humility?…..
Anyway, the blogging may be sparse, but until i actually leave i will be on this shit like a fat kid on a cup cake.  Correction: I will be on this shit like me on a cup cake.

So, the point of this lil’ internet-y bit is to share some of my experiences whilst in the Land of Snow (okay, that is actually Tibet, where i may or may not be visiting, but the Land of Poverty and Pollution doesn’t have the same ring).  ‘Cause if i can knock my teeth out on a parking meter and get punched by a hobo in the United States, just imagine the shit that will go down in a country where I don’t know the language or customs.  So if you would like to follow me along ancient Buddhist paths, through disillusioning tourist twists, and hopefully out a disease-less and awe-filled tunnel of experience and stories and learning and all that jazz, by all means, “jump on it” (please tell me that song is now stuck in your head too).