this history lesson
doesn't make any sense
in any less than
ten thousand year increments
common sense
common sense
common sense
common sense

Waiting for mom after school. Bombay.

I'd usually post just one picture but I can't figure out which I like better.

On the opposite bank of the Ganges. Varanasi.

Stickboy with fill flash. Hahaa.

I like your twisted point of view, Mike.
I like your questioning eyebrows.
You've made it pretty clear what you'd like.
It's only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning
and I won't be back till next year.
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer.

Now listen to me, we're taking pictures for my parents. We're taking pictures like we're a couple - like we like each other - like we're husband and wife and we *span time* together. We span time together 'cause we're a loving couple, *spanning time*. These photos are *us*, *in love*, *spanning time*.

You gotta get up at 4:30 am for this but....heck, you're in Varanasi. And there's garbage everywhere else you look.

Sarnath, one bumpy rick ride down the road from Varanasi. This guy was probably a Hindu, but Hindus dig Sarnath too. Why? Sarnath Fully Rips.

Things I love about this web page would fill up almost entirely the memory contents of any early 80's PC. But I think the most significant of them would be that, at the time of posting, I haven't read the contents of these posts. I assume I'll break down eventually and saver each one -- a dollip of meaty flavor™ on a long chain of knuckly bones of contention.

I cannot *fit* this web page inside the dementions of this space. Literally or figuratively. Please sent a few HTTP get's over there.

Duladeo Temple in Khajuraho, Madhya Pradesh, India. I almost got mugged while I was taking this picture. The only thug to really threaten me the whole time I was in India.

I had ridden out of town to on a bike to shoot these isolated temples. Now that I think about it, the guy was kinda funny. He was like, "I'm a very bad man. I'm a very baaad man." and this little kid beside him goes, "Yes, he just get out of prison." I acted as bored as possible and he just stood there staring at me. I had about 4000 dollars worth of camera equipment. I was like, "Hey, get out of my way, I'm trying to take a picture." but he wouldn't move. "Give your money. Give me Rupees." was all he said.

I shot my pictures and started to leave and he started grabbing my arm and I was shooing him away and I started to get scared. I got on my bike but he grabbed the handlebars and said, "You buy keychain." I said no because I don't buy stuff off bad men and then he started to get desperate, like he was going to cry, fiending like a junky. The keychain was a little metal contraption that depicted some erotic temple carving. You twiddle the handles and people moved like puppets and a guy slides his little brass dick into the back end of a cocksucker. I haggled him down to 30 Rupees for 2 and rode away.

Those Khajuraho hawkers were some of the saddest motherfuckers I've ever seen -- like mugwumps from Naked Lunch. A tourist season that lasts 4 months and they need to sell enough postcards to live on for a whole year. They can't farm or get a job. Turning Khajuraho into a "World Heritage Site" has turned the economy inside out. Flying a bunch of fat white people in every day has rotted their society to the core. Towards the end of the season (and my visit was during a particularly slow season) they get so desperate that they could probably squeeze a couple Rupees out of a lifelong Bombay beggar. Bletch. The temples are cool though.

Varanasi. She's like, "What the fuck?" I'm just takin' pictures.

unburdened
and relaxed

Brahma Ghat on the Ganges. Sari tossin' dhobis.