Falling into place

syn­chronic­ity, what Nepalis call fire in the ears, seems to be all around me. So I bowed out of play­ing with the band for a “cru­sade”. a very dif­fi­cult cul­tural sit­u­a­tion to get out of(and odd sce­nario to be talked into).. but Saroj helped me to not offend any of the chris­tians in the neigh­bor­hood… though hav­ing cheeya(chai/tea) with a mob­ster, police offi­cer, and bud­dhist hip­ster cer­tainly wasnt help­ing my image. owell. Instead of band prac­tice i went on a walk to my friend Chetns record­ing studio(two rooms, a com­puter, and mix­ing board) He wasnt around..so i found myself in a part of town i havent explored..and in my wan­der­ing i hap­pened to run into Heather and Maika… friends of friends that ive con­tacted through email and made plans to con­nect with eventually..(and they live an hour away)… and here we are meet­ing on the street..randomly. they helped me get a cell phone and find an atm that actu­ally works. there will be many sto­ries to come about their 12 ani­mals and 10 kids. how could there not be with a line up like that. all in all life is really good. sim­ple. lots of walk­ing. lots of food and hos­pi­tal­ity. my Nepali is improv­ing. my manic seman­tic ways con­tinue… next stop.. the bike shop and how to brave the insan­ity of Kath­mandu traf­fic. wooha. love and miss you all.-jraux