The other day I was walking downtown and was swept away with a sense of utter audacity when I saw a man sporting an American flag tie (remember, I live in San Francisco, the last city to tolerate the display of an American flag, let alone on an article of clothing which is meant, primarily, to be black). Interestingly, my brain flashed with the following statement: “Sheeeshh what country does THAT guy live in?”

Of course the irony of that statement (as in, the answer would be, er, the United States) was not lost on me…but the whole episode marked an interesting fact: I am now officially a citizen of the Republic of San Francisco, holding many of the attitudes and dispositions that seems to bring. Assuming that I do not, however, have to renounce my US citizenship (the…jury…is out on that one), that means I have triple citizenship: SF, the US, and of course the only real one, the Kingdom of God.

it’s kinda weird being here…where there are different spots for cars going one way vs. going the other way, separate places for people, for animals, for tractors…and where you can inhale and not be reminded of what other living creatures are in close proximity, etc.

The pictures – all 411 of them – are posted, and I think they begin to capture the poignant contrasts – beauty and poverty – that abound in India. Remember, though, that they don’t capture a very important sensory experience of India: smell.

A marathon? Just finished Schwab’s “Technical Mentoring Program” – and I put that in quotes because it truly is a “LIFE WORK” program…between that, an intense/challenging job, a new place, foot surgery and a few international trips, I’d say the ’06-’07 fiscal year has had it’s challenges! I feel like a wet noodle and hope I can absorb the key lessons I’m supposed to be gleaning (and transforming from-!).