blame the zeester

I was so convinced that the universe did not want me to do this research. My translator never showed up (twice), the auto driver who knows the way to the obscure village I need to get to has turned off his phone, and the recording action on this teensy machine broke-- not to mention the previous failures I've had with interviews. I almost cried because of the damned voice recorder. 

Bill, the sweetheart he is, let me borrow his recorder for the day since I was going back to the village that day in hopes of interviewing the old bare-breasted grandma in her palm-thatched hut. She wasn't there, so I interviewed Vasi instead, and as it turns out, she didn't want to be recorded. 

Life is funny. 

Time is passing so quickly! Every day is packed! I barely have time to think anymore, and I think I'm starting to have nightmares about finishing this project. What if there's nothing behind this whole tattooed women thing? What if I can't figure it out?! I was going to go to Pondicherry and check out the intentional community in Auroville this upcoming weekend but I don't think I have time! Maybe I'll go to Chennai a day before my flight out and check out Pondy then. 

OOO zeynep is online. talk to you later!