the idea of light

she does get around. Click through for a slideshow

 This is Mom’s favorite place to eat in Bali. Probably.

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At 11 AM he is sipping red wine and smoking a cigarette. His salad comes. Of course he’s speaking French. Beer at 11 is Australian. Red wine before noon is French.

We invited our buddy R to stop by our place any time. But he mentioned to Dian how awkward he’d feel explaining to the ‘guards’ at the Jayakarta front gate that his friends lived at Jayakarta and that he’d like to pop by. That really, he’s not a terrorist and really, even though he owns next-to-nothing, that he won’t go snooping around and violate the sacred space of the people with white skin.
I thought for about a second that maybe giving him a note from me would get him ‘in’ — of course it’s crazy, how demeaning. Maybe I’ll write a note and silkscreen it on to T-shirts and give them away to all my Indonesian buddies from the beach.

Let’s face it: the best reason to come to Bali is to see all all dogs riding on motorcycles as people bring them to the beach to run around. Many of them sit on the foot platform on the 125 cc motorcycles, sometimes in baskets; on the larger bikes dogs are on towels placed on the gas tank, or standing with front paws on the handlbars. You could do a book of photographs of the creative ways that even large dogs are brought to the beach for their sunset leg-lifts.