The Perils of Search

My mother's admonition "be careful what you wish for" continues to be true. In the last seven days, I've been working on a new novel. This has necessitated a series of online searches for a number of things, such as:

• -- cocktail recipes
• -- cowboy sayings
• -- names of anti-fungal medication
• -- definitions of the seven deadly sins

And:

-- natural performance enhancers for men

You should see the ads that now populate my search engine of choice.

Viagra anyone?

India..TMI..as they say

That's "Too (damn) Much Information" to the uninitiated, btw. The people, some hounding you baby in hand, to part with your money, the small stalls beseeching you to come buy their bangles, their saris, their jewelry, the bicycles, cycle rickshaws, little cars whizzing by, lumbering buses and the occasional ox-drawn carts all come at you from every direction. Your senses go numb, your negative responses automatic and your mind trained by the west to look for nuance, difference, unusual and abnormal, slumbers. Stories, poetry, art, how are these possible, I ask. More later.