Well, I survived the Friday Night Confidence Assassination, aka the annual performance review. I got a raise, some stock, and a lot of really painful feedback. And that’s all I’m gonna say about it.
Went to Mysore Saturday with my cronies Shaji, Prathima, and Nirmal. I would probably have enjoyed the trip more if A), I had not been dog tired, B) the heat had been less than the 7th-circle-of-hell variety, and C) I’d just said fuck it and had beer for breakfast.
It was fun, but I really didn’t feel as good as I wanted to and that colored my perceptions a bit. I also didn’t get to take nearly as many photos as I wanted, as a few places had no-camera rules. Seeing as I love my camera and might be here for a time, I didn’t want to get it confiscated. So I’ll have to settle for directing you to the main attraction via Google Images, the Mysore Palace. An amazing, amazing royal palace maintained by the state government (Mysore is the state of Karnataka). There was stained glass in there unlike ANYTHING I have ever seen- rivaling and maybe surpassing Notre Dame. Different style, I know, but this had more gravitas. I have never seen a place that had decorative touches everywhere. And that’s not an exaggeration; every door frame, column, tile, window, and corner of the palace has something artistic about it.
The photos I was able to take are slowly going up here in the Mysore set. There are some really funny shots, especially on Chamundi Hill of the rogue monkeys causing mayhem everywhere. I knew they were bad little monkeys, but it was quite hilarious to see them in action. I watched one steal a bunch of bananas from a shopkeeper and scamper up a tree. Prathima said another one stole an offering a of fruit a woman had hidden under her sari inside the temple at Chamundi. Ran right up to her, lifted the sari and snatched the fruit. I am sure she was livid even as Prathima and Nirmal were agape then laughing.
I also saw more cows in Chamundi Hill than I have in Bangalore or Mysore. I even saw a little boy hugging one, and the cow patiently tolerating it. The temple there is lovely, at least from the outside. I have resisted (until today anyway, but that’s a post for later) going into any Hindu temples as I feel like a really annoying outsider whenever I do. I don’t want to be disrespectful of anyone, and it just seems prudent to keep myself out of the way.
Another Cool Company peep arrived yesterday, Blake. He’s also here to train a team, and so we palled around and are going to dinner soon. I’ll write more after bit, when my stomach isn’t screaming quite so loudly.
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