Paranoia and Blogging

I got a couple of notes bout my lack of blogging. The thing is, I'm slightly paranoid about what I write. Generally I've been going to internet "cafes" which usually don't have A/C and may or may not be running a fan. The internet speed might be fairly slow - and the man ("boy") working at the counter will ask me for all sorts of I.D. He'll take the I.D. and look at it for a while. I don't know if his brain is actually processing anything or if it's similar to looking into a void. I sit there waiting, then a few minutes goes by and he hands me back by card. At that point I'm mildly frustrated knowing I won't get used to this fairly useless formality. These guys know about internet-security being an issue, but they don't know anything beyond that.
I don't want to open up a blog and vent frustrations. Generally speaking - people have been as helpful as possible to me here. Hospitality has been amazing. It's just an adjustment about the idea of scheduling a life, having some sort of regularity.

Now there are fireworks going off. Explosions. A marching band is going by the internet cafe. The fireworks sound like gunshots and bombs. These guy don't seem to mind. I'm hearing out of tune trumpet being blasted, some drumming, bells. Internet-security: problem. Explosions in the street: something to smile about. They even turn up the Michael Jackson.

Great.

Musically speaking I can't comment too much about my learning here. It will happen - then it will probably take on a different meaning back in New York. New York doesn't support Indian arts as India does. That's why I'm in India - I suppose (reason #53098). Or least that's why I'm finding that in a 5 star hotel here, there is a flute, mrudangam, and flute - live music. In New York you can't find more than 2 mrudangam players - ghatam...anyone? I think 1- maybe.

That same 5 star hotel asked me to leave their lobby last night as I attempted to get free wireless. I paid way too much for a buffet dinner to somehow justify sitting in the lobby and using my laptop. They called me over to the desk: "sir, you should have used the internet in the restaurant itself, the lobby is for paying guests." -- OK. I leave.
A friend suggested going "5-star-hotel-hopping" for wireless. They only catch on after repeat offenses.

Hopefully soon I'll have internet at home.