Kota, Jakarta, Indonesia

Jakarta, Indonesia

Streets, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Cousin Justin and Dragonfruit Juice, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Wat Jed Yot, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Doi Su Thep, near Chiang Mai, Thailand

Wireless-less

Wireless internet is actually surprisingly hard to find in Indonesia (where I am now), and I don't have a card reader with me, which was a silly mistake. I've got days of posts on my computer, but no way to actually, you know, post them yet. Sigh.

Well, when they do come, there shouldn't be an interruption again for a while...

Edit:

But when I was able to find a wireless-computing type of location, there was a third possibility that I hadn't even counted upon, and I immediately spent 2 entire hours uploading 6 pictures at a rate so slow that...well, friends, it was really slow. And is. Continues in its slow-paced sort of way to take its time.

And like Kathmandu, it's apparently slow everywhere--very egalitarian, that...

Wat Pho, Bangkok

New Zealand Apples in Chinatown, Bangkok

Grand Palace, Bangkok

Oh, and...

There should be a short essay about the Olympics and Sexuality tomorrow...

Thewes Flower Market, Bangkok

Sunset, Sakhu, Nepal

Ciao, Nepal.

Tundikhel (Parade Grounds) and Kantipath, Kathmandu

Gai Jatra, Boudha, Nepal

(Royal?) Botanical Gardens, Godavari, Nepal

Bishal Bazaar, New Road, Kathmandu

Two roofs and a family, near Godavari, Nepal

Supermarket Series V

Why Supermarkets? In my mind they are places wryly sad, but then so is every fluorescent tube-lit store with cluttered and bright plastic and deep shadows; but then, so is Wal-Mart late at night, so is Ikea. The oddity in Kathmandu is in the plenitude, is in the convenience, is in the tension of a store whose value-add is time saved in a country where time is the resource most in abundance. There are clutches and clutches of everything in the supermarkets of Kathmandu--stores that combine groceries with shoes and school notebooks and kitchenware and towels and clothes floor after floor--for the word here denotes bazaar.

In a country of scarcity, they are loci of abundance, not so much of abundant things as of feelings of the absence of lack, of want.

Bluebird Mall Supermarket, Tripureshwor, Kathmandu

Supermarket Series IV

Why Supermarkets? In my mind they are places wryly sad, but then so is every fluorescent tube-lit store with cluttered and bright plastic and deep shadows; but then, so is Wal-Mart late at night, so is Ikea. The oddity in Kathmandu is in the plenitude, is in the convenience, is in the tension of a store whose value-add is time saved in a country where time is the resource most in abundance. There are clutches and clutches of everything in the supermarkets of Kathmandu--stores that combine groceries with shoes and school notebooks and kitchenware and towels and clothes floor after floor--for the word here denotes bazaar.

In a country of scarcity, they are loci of abundance, not so much of abundant things as of feelings of the absence of lack, of want.

Kasthamandap Bazaar, Durbar Marg, Kathmandu