I've also just found out that every (or almost every!) idiot on Earth's getting to do everything I want to do. While I must sit here, biding my time. Smiling sweetly. Pretending not to be seriously annoyed.
Life's often unfair, I told a dear friend the other night. But really, what's so unreasonable about these things happening to a person? Among many, many, many others, of course.
- Road tripping from Panjim to Kanyakumari with endless rolls of Fuji Superia 100.
- Experiencing the Rann of Kutch at sunset.
- Spending a month in the North East of India.
- An art historian taking me on a tour of Le Louvre.
- An architect walking me around New York, Morocco, Damascus, and Florence.
- Lunch with Umberto Eco.
- Dinner with Gordon Ramsey - at his own restaurant.
- Breakfast with Jonathan Stroud.
- Days spent with Steve McCurry.
- The first violinist of a string quartet explaining chamber music to me - in Vienna.
- The only real musician I know teaching me how to sing.
- Front row seats at U2, Marc Cohn, and Tori Amos concerts.
- Chris Cornell singing Ave Maria for me - live.
- Learning the nuances of the Gregorian chant.
- Backpacking across Europe participating in every festival on the way.
- The Master Blender at Glenfiddich teaching me how to be one.
- Talking with a socialist/marxist Catholic priest about the Holy See.
- Eating the perfect paella in Barcelona.
- A pint of Guiness built by a handsome Irishman quoting Yeats - in Dublin.
- Being taught how to Samba on the streets of Rio de Janeiro - during Carnival.
- Desperately wanting to be in New York City. This second.
- A conversation in flawless Latin about the Song of Solomon.
And oh? Any smart ones about why any of the famous people on this list would do these things for me? Well, the answers are simple. One, I don't want anything from them - no personal gain except the pleasure of picking their minds. Two, I'm worth their time. :-)