WHAT HAVE I BEEN UP TO AND WHY AM I CYCLING 100 MILES INTO NEW YORK CITY?
Since April I have been living in the beautiful Putnam Valley in New York, working with the Jewish Farm School. I have been serving as Director of the Teen Apprenticeship Program at Eden Village Camp.
The program combines a rigorous [...]
Lasercave Contributor Jonah Adels seeks Monetary Favor in Support of 100 mile Bike Ride for a Sustainable Food Future
On the Aesthetics of Kingship – A Photo Essay by Jonah
- Palace becomes museum. 35 rooms open to the public, eastern wings still house the living members of the Scindia dynasty, still influential, having weathered, like the Gwalior fort, the waxing and waning of several empires.
The Future is a Drug…
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Let’s Go Fly a Kite!
Around dusk….there is a tangible electricity sparkling thought the crimson. Every child is a little Benji Franklin. I watch an intrepid family construct a hot air balloon from a large plastic trash bag and a can of kerosone. They light that shit, inflate the bat and send it off into the firmament…it makes it to the desert across the ganga before disintegrating. Oh the humanity!
±Rare Earth Project± Orphancast Number 1
That just happened. Lovely skit by the children of the Katja House, in Lalitpur, Nepal, part of our 2 day video workshop.
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Blood Sugar Sex Mountain
Open tunnels, mounds of food, the friend under the mountain, who slobbers, who is swimming, who has been a model, who has been invited ahead of time, to the war game sorcery of the sick, who lose their hair in artic battles for the soul, or at least for feeling, Jonas, the sound healer, its [...]
The Only Way is Through: Thorung La
Suddenly we have left the gentle rage of the Marsyangdi, and enter the harsh planet of the Kona Khola, a landslid and damp array of hillstreams as they swell and thin with the endless night snows, mists, monsoon rains. This is the rocky domain of the blue sheep, but moreso of blue donkeys strung with [...]
To the Treeline of Gangapurna! Grateful!
Oh ti oh ti to the treeline!
To the weeping shining grove!
Oh ti oh to the chestnuts!
To the fall and to the gold!
We are brimming and run climb with our staves only along the rim of the lake Gangapurna, northeast of Manang, to a small stone outpost, single building, morterless, stables, and hay. Prayer flags and [...]
At the feet of the Bringer of Wheat
The Gompa in Upper Pisang stands ancient and guarded along 100,000 stone steps lined with ripe purple ganja bushes, impeccable stone walls partitioning pastureland, buckwheat, barley, mokay (corn), wheat for the buffalo. A woman washes clothes, a baby plays with a plastic bottlecap, prayer flags bellow endlessly in the mountain roar. Inside, a pastel mosaic [...]