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During the summer of 2008, I am at Sálim Ali Centre for Ornithology and Natural History in Anaikatty, India. Here, I am doing research on how pesticides affect fish-eating birds in the state of Tamil Nadu. At the end of my time in India, I will have a week to do some sightseeing.
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- memo from the big guys
- jack fruit is wikepedia-friendly
- stay tuned
- sardines
- Jacob's Fruit
- give me 5 to 10 minutes
- my face on Indian news
- akka, vanga!
- welcoming faces
- wear your sari to work day
- postmortem
- monkey business
- myoo-zee-um
- dravidian architecture
- piranda naal vaazhthukkal! (happy birthday!)
- training course
- operation
- mind your manners
- dragonfly halos (and four-leaf clover surplus)
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4 comments:
Riding the metro in DC at rush hour makes you wish everyone wore deodorant.... and that everyone rubbed against you weren't covered in sweat.
haha--in Argentina, the owner of the hostel at which I was staying called 5 o'clock "squeezy feely" time
Ha ha. I agree with that.
If you're an American girl in Japan, when on the shinkansen (bullet train), Japanese men will most likely grab you. It will be hard to tell which one of the many men squeezed around you it is though, because they all are wearing the same thing.
The best thing to do is to just grab the lecher's hand, raise it up in the air, and yell, "DARE NO TE" (da-ray-no-tay) really loudly. This means, "Whose hand is this!" (It's more of an exclamation than a question.)
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