The novelty of having a blog hasn't worn of as yet, or should I say, the reality of having one hasn't fully sunk in! I had a very interesting discussion today with Roommate 1 about parents and in-laws, keeping individuality and inter-racial dating. We (as in most of my friends) all agree that Brussels is the place to be if you want to have a good inter-racial or cross-national love affair. The city, by its very Belgianness, integrates without assimilation and has a space for everyone. Though so does NY, but certainly not in the same way - the spaces here are quiet.
Of course, some would say (me?) that Brussels' lack of a strong character, renders it also boring and bland. But maybe that is an inability to accept the borderless as a way of being. God, this sounds arty farty and if my only audience member were to read this, he would cringe. What I'm trying to say, is that sometimes lack of definition allows definition. I am because I am not. Ha -- that must be my Canadian side seeping out. And Brussels is because it isn't.
Ok, have to go to bed. The cough still prowls through me and I seem to be constantly on the brink of fever. More at a later date on Brussels but also on changes at work and paradise lost.
Saw Ms. Henderson Presents and must give kudos to Bob Hoskins for straight up, frontal nude shot. Thought Dame Judi might strip and wasn't sure if I'd feel embarrassed for her or proud of her.
Also thought of a documentary - going back to Bombay and filming my generation of Neptune kids - where are we know kind of thing (Australia, Canada, USA, New Zealand, etc)and what are we up to...we were the generation before satellite hit India and we lived in a "mixed" community - Hindus, Catholics, Parsis, Muslims. No Sikhs, but some punjabis.
Ok, have to go to bed now because I'm old and stress about not getting enough sleep and then don't sleep well because of the stress, yada yada yada.
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