I emailed a real estate agent in New Delhi. I asked him if he can send me a listing of rentals that meet a budget of 60,000 rs. He responded with, "plz email me when ur rich."
What an asshole. One of the reasons why I want to leave America is because of all the blowhards. I think it's like that everywhere though. Everyone wants more money and we are all slaves to the dollar. Maybe I'm just being negative but people get on my nerves, especially the really "cool" ones that are too busy to spell words correctly.
We are moving from California to New Delhi. It is a bit of a challenge getting everything in order. We've been hit with a lot of fees these last few months. Our cat got hit by a car and we had to pay $700 for the vet fees. His tail got broke. It's amazing that he got hit by a car and the only injury he suffered was to his tail. But, he does look real cool now.
Obi Wan Kenobi
We also got audited for our 2009 taxes. They charged us $2000 for some education expenses but our accountant brought that down to $450. Thank you Mario Loffredo. He's a great accountant who works in Pasadena.
Mike is going to sell his truck so that should pay for the tickets. I'm selling my Volvo. I wrote a poem to say goodbye to this old beast who has served me well. The poem is about "winners" and "losers" and the capitalistic philosophy that perpetuates a social feeding frenzy that promotes dehumanization.
Ode to My Beater
Crumbled leaves, matted hair, and dust
Sticking to my center console rust;
The Chaos of Neglect;
A rejected mess.
Forget the fluff,
Forget the fuss,
Ignore the buzz,
It luh-huvs the hums of bums,
The trees, The PhD’s,
The Spirits of Pedestrians,
Mounting, Trekking, up and down streets,
Strolling moms eat some crust.
Only Children can ride in here.
They laugh and call it the “Seaweed Car”.
A noble name for such a vehicle!
When rainstorms leave willow strands,
And bee flowers pour syrup…
Upon my window panes and doors;
The Décor is so Demonstrative.
A spectacle, fit for a parade.
I smile and drive on by,
Obliviously sometimes…
Glossy cars keep their distance.
An ant crawls up my dashboard.
He creeps and seeps into the air vent.
A major Gross Focus.
.
I look away to forget it’s there.
Where is it going?
Oh, who cares.
I let it live.
Altruism or Heathenism…
I could have killed it.
It revs a self-righteous cleanse.
Wiper mist hits front ends.
My mockery of a jalopy pretends.
Those cars are his friends.
The Prius,
The Tahoe,
The Mercedes-Benz;
Fends for itself.
On highways my Volvo cruises,
Like Medusa on a unicycle.
On a cycle path for bikes,
Participants swerve past,
Murmuring lambast.
Chicken neck sticks between us;
Obligatory pecking stares…
We blend into trucks.
We Know,
We should try harder,
Try to get further ahead,
Try to get it together,
But here we are instead.
Driving in the suicide lane,
Doing our best,
Enjoying the scene like it’s some sort of fest.
Claremont California, home of Scripps, Harvey Mudd, and Pomona College is called “The City of Trees and PhD’s”.
2.“Some Crust” is the name of a bakery in the heart of Claremont village.
We are learning the art of non-attachment by selling as much as we can. We've been having yard sales for the past few weeks. It has been humbling.
The hardest financial hit we took last month was when I arrested for an outstanding warrant that was just issued for something that happened 3 years ago. I stalked a doctor who messed with me a few years back. He offered to hypnotize me at one point and that is when I realized that he was hiding something. I filed a complaint against the head neurosurgeon prior to this. The other doctor accused me of stalking him shortly after that. Well, I thought my lawyers settled this a few years ago, but apparently it just resurfaced and I spent a night in jail.
I hope we make it out of here alive and finally can afford health insurance once again, but I'll never fully trust doctors or anyone else for that matter. I've been most humbled and touched by some random acts of kindness throughout this period, but I also have learned that there are some people out there that you gotta watch out for. Some people don't have a conscience and they are always looking to see what they can get from you. It makes me appreciate all the good in the world that much more though.
When Milo was diagnosed with tuberous sclerosis back in 2006, the doctors changed the paperwork afterwards. The one doctor finally admitted that he remembered what happened but he never did offer me an apology for allowing that neurosurgeon to "analyze" me. Hopefully we can meet some wholistic medicine doctor in India who can help Milo.
