I thought I had already posted this brief introduction, but evidently I’m not as knowledgeable about the world of blogging as I believed. It comes as a surprise of course, having been a blogger during my high school years and pretentiously viewing it as an activity for high schoolers. But with my upcoming trip to India, as well as trips in the ensuing years all over the globe, I think it is necessary to find a nice way to chronicle all these experiences. I am sure some people are interested to hear stories and see photos of my adventures. So, with that realization I returned to using the public internet as a way to share personal stories.
For the next month there will likely be very little I have to talk about. I leave for my trip on July 28, and until then I will be more than busy with other tasks. Perhaps something will come to me, and I will feel like sharing it. I have plenty of observations about the world I can make even without a plane ticket, and perhaps those will be shared as summer boredom sets in. The World Cup has been the greatest cure of summer boredom, and it is a shame it only happens every 4 years. Despite the break adding more magnitude and importance to each moment in a match, the three straight summers spent without this event have such a void.
When matches are not on, I am preparing for my trip by other talking to the people going with me about things to do and places to see or by working so I can afford the expensive plane ticket. For leisure I am at last reading Crime and Punishment, and of course working on the occasional crossword puzzle. Adult enthusiasm post-graduation is currently at a high, and I am taking advantage of it by reading books that I don’t think are typically read for relaxing enjoyment. As someone growing into the role of an academic, reading a Dostoyevsky novel over a Tom Clancy novel seems obligatory.
This trait is making my trip to India seem more like an historical and anthropological experience than a vacation. I wouldn’t have it be another way though.