But I'm on the net for the next half-hour or so.
I think I'll get back on e-mail tomorrow. (Is it e-mail or email? I have always written it as e-mail, but people are starting to write email.)
Anyway, I'm in India. It's okay, except it's incredibly hot, I don't speak the language, I'm seeing people for the first time in 19 years, and I've been bitten so much that every part of my body itches. Plus, I'm sick. (I've had a constant stomachache for the last 4 days. I'm pretty sure it's the water/food, even though the food is what I'm used to.)
It doesn't dip below 30°C at night, and it's getting above 40°C during the day. (You can translate that yourselves.) It's really hot.
Getting on the internet is a production. I have to go to an internet center, and, some one has to bring me there. Which requires the help of someone to bring me. Which means they have to have the time, and inclination. Plus, they don't seem to think that the internet is that important/necessary (which may or may not be true), so they don't really think I need to go. And I don't want to be rude. I've finally started saying I need to talk to people about my job, but now I'm having problems with my e-mail.
Where ever I go, lots of people want to come visit. (I've really only been in two places - my uncle's house in Chennai, and another uncle's house in Proddatur.) So, we wait around for them to visit. Since they don't have any real schedule (it's summer break for schools, and a lot of work places aren't really working) they don't really come when they say they will come. So, I can't just go to the internet center when I have time.
Lots of other things to say, but I'm only on the net for a few minutes this time.
Let's see. India is very noisy - honking your horn is standard practice whenever you are doing anything on your bicycle, scooter, motorcycle, autorickshaw, car, truck, whatever. The roads are insane. If there is a open spot that you can navigate through, you do so. If it's on the wrong side of the road, or there is a car coming, or it's a red light, it doesn't matter. Just honk, and keep going.
India is very dirty. But I knew that.
India is very hot. Sorry, but I have to repeat that.
But my relatives are being nice to me, and I understand a lot more Telugu than I thought I did. I pretty much understand everything, I just can't speak anything. So I speak in English, and the younger people translate for the older ones. It's not very helpful.
Everyone thinks I look like my father, which I don't. I think they realize that I don't look like my mother (who is here with me), so they assume I must look like my father, who is still in the US.
I have a lot of mosquito bites.
Ok. I'm going to try to do some other things before my 1/2 hour is up.
(Yes, I do have a job at Northeastern, but I really need to get back onto my e-mail so I can verify stuff. This is a problem.)