Wild things in San Jose...

There are some things that are best left unexplained. Wild turnips in San Jose? This shifty fellow was hanging out in front of "Real Ice Cream". Suppose he has a complex about being a turnip?




Driving back from a mall, we were witness to a beautiful triple rainbow. The multiples barely showed up...look hard.


A cockroach hanging out at San Jose State University.

The house...

I took some pictures of the house to satisfy a couple of friends. The house looks like we just moved in...shocking, no?


Living Room


Den (that door goes to me and Sanjay's room)


Kitchen (and the door to the laundry room)


Our very own putting course


Pool table (door to the art room/office)


Our very large back patio


One of the murals in the back patio

Monkeys kill Delhi deputy mayor

I'm sure this is not the first time this has happened. These things scared the hell out of me in Delhi and Mumbai (I never saw them in the city, only on Elephanta Island)

BBC NEWS | South Asia | Monkeys kill Delhi deputy mayor:

"The deputy mayor of the Indian capital Delhi has died a day after being attacked by a horde of wild monkeys. SS Bajwa suffered serious head injuries when he fell from the first-floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning trying to fight off the monkeys. The city has long struggled to counter its plague of monkeys, which invade government complexes and temples, snatch food and scare passers-by."

Two weeks in...

We are here. We moved. As much as this feels like insanity, there is also a sense that this was absolutely the right thing to do.

The sun is quite amazing. My body is thoroughly confused, it can't possibly be fall. The forecast says that it is going to be 80 degrees on Tuesday. Unbelievable.

The kids are having a grand time with their aunt and uncle. We have been to the Durga Pooja (Bengali festival), where we ate amazing Indian food and Lily and I got our hands temporarily tattooed with Mendhi ($5 per hand! She does parties...guess what we're doing when our Mendhi loving friends visit for Spring Break?!). I am terribly uncomfortable in these situations, Indian women give me the look of death and it takes me a good while to get back into "India" mode where I am desensitized to this and look through people rather than at them.


Colleen's mendhi




Lily's mendhi

There was a woman at the Mendhi stand who's father designs shawls. They have them made in India then they bring them here and sell them. The prices are not too bad, we paid $70 for three beautiful wool shawls. The red/pink/orange one that is in the photos behind the hands is Lily's (it goes beautifully with her Hanna Andersson clothes). The other two are for me, I think.


Purple and green, beautifully reversible


Not sure the color is right in this, it's a beautiful light sagey green, reversible as well

We went to a "Disco Dandia" dance last night with said aunt and uncle. The music was too loud for Julian, but Lily and Arjun had a fabulous time dancing to music and tapping the Dandias (wood sticks that get tapped rhythmically while doing dance moves with other people). There is another of these this weekend, but we will be in Portland.

This is the beginning of the kids' education in the ways of the Indian. It is one thing I have wished for them for a long time, but no way to bring into their lives with any grace. Their aunt and uncle provide this beautifully. I am grateful.

Our house is...interesting. It's big and has a layout that is not terribly efficient. It's fine, and we will be very comfortable staying here. There is room for people to come and visit, which is exactly what I wanted. There is RV parking on our little putting golf course, and it is a fabulous neighborhood to walk in with a park just a block away. The downsides? It's very wealthy, and it's very white. I'm not sure this is the best place for us, but for now, it works just fine.

Me? I just want to cook.

First things first...

I am often asked where I got the monker "scroobiouspip". It was one of my most favorite books (poems) as a child. Edward Lear died before finishing the poem, it was completed by Ogden Nash. In 1968 it was published as a book, illustrated by Nancy Elkholm Burkert.

The Scroobious Pip

The Scroobious Pip went out one day
When the grass was green, and the sky was gray.
Then all the beasts in the world came round
When the Scroobious Pip sat down on the ground.
The cat and the dog and the kangaroo,
The sheep and the cow and the guinea pig too,
The wolf he howled, the horse he neighed,
The little pig squeaked, and the donkey brayed,
And when the lion began to roar
There never was heard such a noise before.
And every beast he stood on the tip
Of his toes to look a the Scroobious Pip.
At last they said to the fox, "By far
You're the wisest beast. You know you are!
Go close to Scroobious Pip and say,
Tell us all about yourself we pray-
For as yet we can't make out in the least
If you're fish or insect, or bird or beast."
The Scroobious Pip looked vaguely round
And sang these words with a rumbling sound-
"Chippetty Flip! Flippetty Chip!
My only name is the Scroobious Pip!"

2

The Scroobious Pip from the top of a tree
Saw the distant Jellybolee-
And all the birds in the world came there,
Flying in crowds all through the air.
The vulture and eagle, the cock and the hen,
The ostrich, the turkey, the snipe, and the wren,
The parrot chattered, the blackbird sung,
And the owl looked wise but held his tongue,
And when the peacock began to scream
The hullabaloo was quite extreme.
And every bird he fluttered the tip
Of his wing as he stared at the Scroobious Pip.
At last they said to the owl, "By far
You're the wisest bird. You know you are!
Fly close to the Scroobious Pip and say,
Explain all about yourself we pray-
For as yet we have neither seen nor heard
If you're fish or insect, beast or bird!"
The Scroobious Pip looked gaily round
And sang these words with a chirpy sound,
"Chippetty Flip! Flippetty Chip!
My only name is the Scroobious Pip!"

3

The Scroobious Pip went into the sea
By the beautiful shore of Jellybolee-
All the fish in the world swam round
With a splashing, squashy spluttering sound.
The sprat, the herring, the turbot too,
The shark, the sole, and the mackerel blue,
The flounder spluttered, the purpoise puffed,
[The tarpon tacked and the sailfish luffed,]
And when the whale began to spout
[They all gave a blubbly, glubbly shout.]
And every fish he shook the tip
Of his tail as he gazed on the Scroobious Pip.
At last they said to the whale, "By far
You're the biggest Fish. You know you are!
Swim close to the Scroobious Pip and say,
Tell us all about yourself we pray-
For to know you yourself is our only wish;
Are you beast or insect, bird or fish?"
The Scroobious Pip looked softly round
And sung these words with a liquid sound,
"Pliffity Flip! Pliffety Flip!
My only name is the Scroobious Pip!"

4

The Scroobious Pip sat under a tree
By the silent shores of the Jellybolee-
All the insects in all the world
About the Scroobious Pip entwirled.
Beetles and [bookworms] with purple eyes,
Gnats and buzztilential flies,
Grasshoppers, butterflies, spiders too,
Wasps and bees and dragonflies blue,
And when the gnats began to hum
[The welkin] bounced like a dismal drum.
And every insect curled the tip
Of his snout, and looked a the Scroobious Pip.
At last the said to the Ant, "By far
You're the wisest insect. You know you are!
Creep close to the Scroobious Pip and say,
Tell us all about yourself we pray-
For we can't find out, and we can't tell why-
If you're beast or fish, or a bird or a fly."
The Scroobious Pip turned quickly round
And sang these words with a whistly sound,
"Wizzeby wip! Wizzeby wip!
My only name is the Scroobious Pip!"

5

Then all the beasts that walk on the ground
Danced in a circle round and round,
And all the birds that fly in the air
Flew round and round in a circle there,
And all the fish in the Jellybolee
Swum in a circle about the sea,
And all the insects that creep or go
Buzzed in a circle to and fro.
And they roared and sang and whistled and cried
Till the noise was heard from side to side,
"Chippetty tip! Chippetty tip!
It's only name is the Scroobious Pip!"

-Edward Lear