Sleeping Around

Inspired by the writings of my wicked smart funny friends Jesse Seret (Perfect Calm), Trish Deitch (Distant Dock), Jessica Schickel (Chagrin and Bear It), Jen Sincero (Hey Little Bad Ass), and Janine Schulz (Oiling of a Rusty Mind), and encouraged by people I’ve met here and there, I will now commence the blog. Maybe just about beds. Maybe about other things too. But the beds are a constant. I’ve been keeping record of every mattress, hammock, waterbed, and couch I’ve spent the night on for some time, as many of you know.

Not every bed makes it into the bed collection. Sometimes I forget to take a picture. Once my computer was stolen on a night train in deepest India and I lost an important year of photos. Sometimes the beds in which I’ve slept would cause too much of a stir if made public, so. But there are lots beds in the bed collection. And stories behind each one.

If beds bore you then there is still some hope for us having a blogger/reader relationship. Let’s see how it goes. I’m only about 80% comfortable with this set up and welcome your input.

Love and kusheln from my red velvet bed in Berlin,

Noa
June, 2010
~ Friday, May 13 ~
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New Delhi (May 12-14, 2011) — It’s not a pretty picture. It’s a couch in Delhi where it’s 107 degrees in the shade. Night isn’t much better. There is a fan but no AC but I am not complaining because the company is good (the two Pemas, Thangthong Tulku, Lama Nedup, Lama Sonam Phunso, and other regulars). I arrived yesterday after a 14 hour taxi ride from Bir with Melitis that should have taken only 10. I didn’t notice that it wasn’t the driver we hired until 2 hours into the trip. I looked right and it was not Ravi, it was some young kid. He didn’t know his way. Once in Delhi he was totally lost. We had AC at least. I opened the window to let out a fly and it felt like someone had a hairdryer pointed at my face. Hot dry wind. Pulling up to the familiar sandstone gate of EA-21 was an enormous relief. I slept on the sofa on my silk sleeping bag but had to get up and shower in the middle of the night, sweat soaked. Then I moved to the floor with a wet towel on my forehead. . Delhi is in its element in this heat. It is beaming like a proud obstinate grandmother. . Today I took the Delhi metro for the first time. New York should have “ladies only” cars. The men all stood pressed together while we fanned ourselves in ladyland, not bothered, not questioning every accidental poke. . There are piles of mangoes on carts on every street corner but many Asians think mangoes are bad in the heat. How can that be? They are so juicy and delicious. I want to eat mangoes only, Madam.

New Delhi (May 12-14, 2011) — It’s not a pretty picture. It’s a couch in Delhi where it’s 107 degrees in the shade. Night isn’t much better. There is a fan but no AC but I am not complaining because the company is good (the two Pemas, Thangthong Tulku, Lama Nedup, Lama Sonam Phunso, and other regulars). I arrived yesterday after a 14 hour taxi ride from Bir with Melitis that should have taken only 10. I didn’t notice that it wasn’t the driver we hired until 2 hours into the trip. I looked right and it was not Ravi, it was some young kid. He didn’t know his way. Once in Delhi he was totally lost. We had AC at least. I opened the window to let out a fly and it felt like someone had a hairdryer pointed at my face. Hot dry wind. Pulling up to the familiar sandstone gate of EA-21 was an enormous relief. I slept on the sofa on my silk sleeping bag but had to get up and shower in the middle of the night, sweat soaked. Then I moved to the floor with a wet towel on my forehead.

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Delhi is in its element in this heat. It is beaming like a proud obstinate grandmother.

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Today I took the Delhi metro for the first time. New York should have “ladies only” cars. The men all stood pressed together while we fanned ourselves in ladyland, not bothered, not questioning every accidental poke.

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There are piles of mangoes on carts on every street corner but many Asians think mangoes are bad in the heat. How can that be? They are so juicy and delicious. I want to eat mangoes only, Madam.