Skepticism on April Fool’s Day and Dreams of Havana

And an über Skeptic is Born

I’ve learned a lot in the past 12 months about online relationships. Relationships in terms of fact vs. fiction, real vs. phony, tangible vs. elusive. Yes, me … a skeptic born of broken promises and hearts learned from online relationships many years ago has seen it all again in the virtual world of JTV, Twitter, WordPress and Gmail.

Let’s begin at the end. I received a few interesting comments on the past couple of blog posts in which I rambled on about The Human Lab Rat (HLR) channel over at JTV. No one was really head over heels about the channel and it’s marketing play. It got me. I was a sucker for a little while, until I figured it out. I seem to be the only one that gave it 2 thumbs up, but it’s ok … differences in opinion are what makes the world go around, and I’m A-OK with that. There’s no reason not to be.

Continue reading

Another Milestone and Memories

Auspicious Da


This is my new favorite meal — Roast Chicken, Home Made Stuffing and Green Beans with Bacon and Almonds

It is an important day here at Living the Justopian Life. Today marks the 300th post to this blog. That’s 300 days of watching, of being inspired – in a writing way, reading, rewriting, shooting, photographing, and rewriting once again until the finished draft is acceptable and ready to be sent off through the ether to land on browsers all across … well, somewhere. If you’re reading this it means you clicked on a link or a button somewhere, either by design or by accident and landed in a world of words about a relatively new phenomena —


Thank you for continuing to read and for the comments and for allowing me a place to spill the words that bounce around in my head, and need a place to settle each day.

My How Time Flies


Memories, like the corners of my mind, misty watercolor memories, of the way we were.

Sappy yes, but sending in my almost expired, worn and frayed passport was a bittersweet moment for me. The old, or should I say most recently renewed passport has taken me far and wide. The worn blue covered book with stamps from almost every continent on the planet tells tales of vacations and jobs, heartbreaks, and illness, of friends and foes, foods and culinary adventures sights, sounds and smells and shopping extravaganzas from around the world that I never would have imagined I’d experience in my lifetime.


Scattered pictures Of the smiles we left behind. Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were.

These 4″x3″ blue bound diaries are a window to the past 10 years of my life. The passports were an unintended consequence of the travel requirement for documentation. A happy accident. Without the myriad stamps within the book, there are trips I will likely not remember in the future.


Oh boy, after more photos and fingerprints (all 10 digits, mind you) and paperwork, I am allowed to live and work in the Philippines for a year, when I get to do it all over again.

These passports are the library that contain the history of my life’s travels since 1973. Although I have kept spotty journal entries over these 10 years and not until May 2, 2007 did I begin keeping an almost real-time accounting of life (as it pertains to JTV), the passport won’t lie, won’t confuse the chronological order of trips, won’t remember things incorrectly. What’s stamped in the book, as long as it’s never misplaced or lost is an actual accounting of things as they were for me for a decade and while I’m tempted to pick up a black Sharpie and blot out the photo, I won’t. That too is a documented accounting of my past.


When the number of stamps has almost exceeded the allotted number of available spaces on the pages of a passport, it is not retired to the back of a drawer or a file. It is sent in for new pages to be officially sewn in.

The image above of extra pages in the book reminds me of countless hours traveling to and from airports, standing at ticket counters, waiting in long lines at security checkpoints, eating at airport restaurants, waiting in passenger lounges, and boarding jumbo jets for 21 hour days of travel to my destination. I’d say my least favorite route was the Washington>>Frankfurt>>Bangalore trip.


Having landed in Frankfurt after 9 hours of flying I knew I’d have another 10 hour leg to Bangalore to get through. Well actually, that may not have been the worst. Washington>>Detroit>>Tokyo>>Manila was never fun and games. The first hop is easy. Two and a half hours and you’re in Detroit. You’ve barely taken off when breakfast is being cleaned up and you’re preparing to land. After a few hours in the lounge or walking around the terminal shops you’re boarding a 747 and preparing for an 11 hour flight over the polar ice cap to Japan.


Depending on the route, you can, in your sleepless or Ambien-induced haze troll for a great Japanese snack, not that you’d need one after 11 hours of in air entertainment, food and snacks. Just when you think you’re going to crawl out of your skin you board yet another jumbo jet for the 4.5 hour leg of the trip south to Manila. Of all the portions of this 21 hour day, this is the most grueling. The very last thing you want to do is cross the threshold to the waiting flight attendants who are smiling (whether sincere or not) and awaiting your arrival.


I have issues with grumpiness if I am running low on sleep in my own home, can you imagine me out in the world, 1/2 way across the planet, with a few hundred strangers, most of whom are pushing and shoving, wanting to be first through the door? It was never easy to drag a smile out of this Justopian during those legs of the trip.

Helping is Easy

Help Via the Internet


I was watching the local news tonight. Something I don’t often do any longer. I usually head over to CNN to get a look at what’s going on across the nation and the world, although CNN doesn’t feed us much world news that is not US centric. Anyway, the local news folks do a short piece on what’s happening with technology and the internet and one short piece caught my attention tonight. It was about a site that helps feed the hungry and I thought I’d share what I learned with you.

Continue reading

The Competition Just Got Hotter — On the Field and Off

Breaking News!

I received a comment this morning from a reader named Blaine that raises a very good question and this is what it said:


Hi justopia, i was wondering what you think will happen to JTV now Youtube have said they will be offering live video from this year? Do you think JTV will be around and make much money once this happens? I’m not so sure what will happen, in 5 years time we might be thinking Justin who?

Well Blaine, you raise a question that will have those of us that pontificate, speculate or attempt to measure the depreciation rate of JTV scratching our heads in an attempt to figure this out.

My immediate response? JTV and the other live streaming media sites will be up against a force to be reckoned with and it’s time, right now, for all of them to make a full court press and market the hell out of their product offerings if they want to be on the scene once YouTube/Google makes their move.

Remember to continue reading after the break!

Continue reading

A Bit of Humor, a Night Off and a Question

And Now for Something Completely Different


Cheese and Pancetta filled Fried Spinach Ravioli and Tomato and Parsley Salad

This has nothing to do with or with food, but it is so worth reading that I could not resist linking you to the post. I’ve become a real blog reader of late and am often caught by what’s on the front page of WordPress. Tonight when I came in from work, settled into the comfortable seat on the couch and put my feet up, I found this post.

I love John Cleese. I love Monty Python. I love A Fish Called Wanda. I love Michael Palin. I like breaking out into a bit of I’m a Lumberjack, when I’m feeling blue.

So when I saw that the title of the blog mentioned John Cleese, I dove right in. I know some viewers and Living the Justopian Life blog readers are not going to be happy with what John has to say or with my assessment that he’s spot on. That I’d have to agree with his claim in point #18, that only 2.1% of us are aware that a world exists beyond our borders. I mean sure, we all know that Canada is to the north and that Mexico is to the south. But how many realize that other countries offer so much with their unique cultures and traditions and with the help of technology our world has become flatter and smaller giving us the opportunity to experience all of it, if only virtually, which in turn helps to expand our minds, our knowledge and to some extent, our sphere of influence.

Ok! Ok! Enough of this philosophical stuff, on to more tangible things.

Continue reading

Saving Face

The Rug Man for the Third Time


A fabulous rug under the table and chairs

Everything I do is done with purpose. I do it because it makes me feel good. I do it because it makes you feel good. I do it because it makes me feel accomplished. I do it because it helps you feel accomplished. I do it because it makes me feel strong. I do it because it makes you feel weak. I do it because it makes me feel happy. I do it because it makes you feel happy — which then makes me feel happier. Whether right or wrong, nothing I do is without the need for some specific end result. And so I believe others do the same and I read meaning into every single big or little thing that happens during the course of the day. Of each 24 hour period in my life.

I wonder if this is the basis for Saving Face cultures? Not wanting to embarrass one’s self or others. I’m not sure, but it sounds right. I don’t know what possessed me to state all of this.  Clearly something was bothering me today.  It’s since passed, but since this is my blog, my web log, my online journal and it was floating around in my head this afternoon, I thought I’d commit it to paper. Or well, to keyboard.

So, moving on. I woke up and once realized that I pretty much fell asleep at the keyboard again this morning, although an hour earlier than the day before. And I realized that I’d still not finished my Rug Man story. I read through it and it sounded fine, but the punch line was missing. All stories, whether based in fact or fiction need a punch line and this one totally missed.

So once more — with feeling! and to save a little face, I am going to attempt this again. 🙂

I said that I’d accidentally made a friend in the rug man, but I did not say how it came to be by accident. And this is the best part of the whole damn story! So, please … read on. Don’t expect to guffaw, to roll off your couch in mad hysterics, to laugh so hard that it hurts your stomach, but it makes me smile and sometimes even chuckle when I relive it in words.


When I moved to India I was bound and determined to make some great rug purchases. I made up my mind to do proper research and to spend some time living there before handing over my hard earned money. Ok, so I talk a big game, but I don’t often play. Trust me, you’ll want to remember this for later.

Shortly after settling in at the job, we began to receive visitors from the corporate headquarters in Dulles, Virginia. Visitors of all sorts — Project Managers, Program Managers, Directors, Vice Presidents, and more. But all these titles meant nothing in terms of what these travelers knew about … well, about travel for one. I was the experienced traveler and expat. Well me, and the other American, my peer, my formerly in the military so he’d traveled and lived in other countries and knew something about living far from home. Our other colleague, a man born in India, educated in the US, Valley is not the focus of this story, so we’ll be moving on and save that for later … much later, if ever. Remember what I said above? I do things to make me happy, to make you happy to… well, you get the picture.

So, people called the corporate travel department, made their Business Class bookings and settled in for a trip to what they thought would be an exotic, colorful, exciting, hella cool and life-changing country. Most of it was spot on. Hella cool? I’m not so sure, but in the fall it was pleasant since Bangalore is at an elevation of 3500 sq. ft. Later in the year it was anything but cool — in any vernacular!


Questions about India, Bangalore specifically? Naaah. Not a one. Nary a single question mark in those first few early visits. That’s good, I guess they knew it all. No need to ask those of us who were living the subcontinent life. No worries, it didn’t take long before I sat down and wrote the traveler’s guide for future visitors. 😉

One of the groups was there for the long-haul, or for more than the perfunctory 5 day site visit. We had scads of mentors shipped in by their site leaders for longer durations. Some up to 3 months. The question quickly became … just why did you send me so-and-so? Were they causing you undue pain at your own site? No need to belabor the point. My colleague and I were not the only ones to suffer the pain. We’d heard it from other corporate expats in other companies in varying industries. India! Wow! What a great place to send SuzieQ for a while so I can get her off my team and improve my metrics.

But, ever the dutiful and caring host, I wanted to make each visitor’s experience a worthwhile one for not only the company, but for themselves as well. What use is it traveling over 8,000 miles if you can’t expand your vision of the world, right? YES! Right! Absolutely! That’s probably the #1 benefit from all this “globalization.” Having people travel and live in unfamiliar cultures is what will solve the world’s problems, right? Well, I truly — I mean REALLY thought so.


We received contingents of eager explorers and much like Dora in her early days of traveling the globe, many did not have much, if any, foreign travel experience, and most had not ventured to the developing world — ever, so this was going to be an eye opening experience. During my year in Bangalore, only one visitor had been to India in the past and none of the others had been to Asia — any part of Asia, so this made for very interesting, and sometimes humorous times.

I developed an interesting hobby as a result of the influx of inexperienced travelers. I became the resident tour guide. I knew where to go, what to see, how to get around, where to dine, where to see movies, and after time, what was probably most important to those visiting — where to SHOP! But that didn’t come immediately. I had to experience the ups and downs of shopping in Bangalore before I became a trusted source for all things Silky and Sparkly and to walk on or to wear or to display. Once I got my bearings though, I was a shopaholic’s best friend. One of the long-term visitors came back from an afternoon of shopping and in a very animated fashion told me about the shop she found with great rugs and that I had to go check it out! She told the shop keeper that she would send her coworkers over and he let her know we would all get a discount. She caught my attention with that bit of news.

Since none of us were familiar with most of the streets in the city, she gave me directions the best she could. I jotted them down on paper and tucked the information away for the weekend. As soon as Saturday rolled around, I hired a hotel driver — I was still not in a permanent apartment and had not hired a driver so I had to go the hotel transport route.


Many ways to travel the Bangalore streets

I told the driver I was looking for a rug shop that was one block off Commercial Street and was up a flight of stairs. He seemed to know just which store I was talking about and before long we were swerving and honking our way out to MG Road (Mahatma Ghandi Road) for parts unknown. We made it and I was ready to take a look at some rugs. I walked up the steps to the 2nd floor and the man we all know now as Yasin was behind the counter. A woman was there as well and both eagerly greeted me. I was offered tea and not being a tea drinker I thought I’d accept and take a sip and move on to the rugs. I was surprised by the tea. First by how steaming, no, piping, no, boiling hot it was and then by the taste. This was not the watery tea I’d known. This was Kashmiri tea with cardamom and cinnamon and milk and a fresh minty taste. I liked it and after the pain of burning the tip of my tongue wore off, I finished it so we could move on to the star of the show — the rugs.

So much for my plan to do extensive research! I walked away with a small silk on cotton rug for $1000 and was immediately hooked! I knew I would be back for more. And I was. Over the course of a year I purchased 10 to be precise and one of those I commissioned so that I could have exactly the size, color and pattern I wanted. It was not inexpensive, but as I sit here looking at it under the coffee table my feet are propped up on writing this post, I am still thrilled to have it and all of the others in my possession.

The next time I went to see Yasin he told me that I should never have a taxi let me out in front of his shop because they come up after they shake down the shop keepers for a percentage of the sale! I had no idea, but I let him know that this time it was my own driver that dropped me off and that he need not worry — that Alex would never do such a thing, that I’d taken great care to find the best driver in Bangalore and he could be trusted. I was not kidding about the best in Bangalore. It took a few weeks for us to hire Alex away from the hotel. He had had a bad experience with the last expat he drove for who was an exec at Ericsson.


In a city of 16 million people, sometimes you have to push and shove

His charge was supposed to be in India for many years, but one day, without warning moved away and Alex was left jobless. For some ridiculous reason the company he drove for at the hotel (Avis) had a policy of not rehiring employees who left for other driving positions. Crazy, shoot yourself in the foot policy, but Alex had learned the hard way and did not want to get stuck in the same boat again. The VP of HR from the US, the local Director of HR and I all explained to Alex that once it was time for me to leave, he would drive for whomever took my place. This seemed to be the key and I had my own driver — finally! He was a soft-spoken man who seemed to care about making me happy and comfortable during our long, arduous commute to and from work which took 45 minutes to 1.5 hours depending on time of day, traffic, accidents and cows, roosters, dogs and more on the road. Alex was the preferred driver for Bill Gates and Michael Dell when they came to town to visit, and I scored the prize! Alex would no longer be available. Silly really, but something about that really tickled me.

After that first rug purchase, Yasin never had an issue with the aftermath of my rug purchases. I made a weekly ritual of spending time at the shop with Yasin and eventually got to meet his brothers and as I’d mentioned in the blog post a couple of days ago, his family. And that is a whole other story which we’ll save for another time.


I’d always bring my charges to his shop when I took them on the Bangalore tour and some opened their wallets and made beautiful purchases. I’d say more than 50% were purchasers. One day though when Yasin were trying to stay cool under the loud, rattling ceilig fan, he talked about how bad business had become and how people were just not out and about shopping and the conversation turned to my colleagues and to helping them make the perfect rug purchase and he asked why I never send anyone to his shop. I was very confused by this. I told so many people where to buy great rugs in Bangalore, so why did he say no one ever came to see him?

I pulled out the card I was given and Yasin took one look at it and looked at me and informed me that what was printed on the card was for an entirely different store, one that was diagonally across the street from where we were seated! So all along, most of the time I lived in Bangalore, I was sending people to the WRONG STORE! Poor Yasin. And I thought I was doing such a great thing by giving people that address.

Even in my one eye open state of 1/2 sleep, that makes me laugh!

When the Lights go Out in…the World? How Can We Network Socially Today?

Morning Has Broken


Pork Chops with Onions and Apples, Smashed Potatoes with Garlic, Green Beans with Bacon and Slivered Almonds

I am reminded of songs this morning since I am unable to get into JTV. IRC is not working, the Site is not working, either by going to a specific channel or the default links. So with that, I’m on my 2nd episode of No Reservations watching my favorite traveling chef , Tony Bourdain with sparkling candor at every turn. A guy that is not afraid to try anything and writes wia familiar stream of consciousness that allows the reader to understand that what you are seeing is what it is. The show is produced, but we get to experience the good and the bad of his world travels and culinary events in a way most culinary shows don’t bring us in. I’d like to go along with Bourdain on just one of his escapades, one day, to a place I’ve had the opportunity to experience, but have not really had the chance to get into the down and dirty of the cities and provinces I’ve lived in. I tried to “go native,” but know in many cases I faled miserably with my expatriate privileges maids and drivers, security and 5 star living quarters, so before I can say I truly had the experience I need to experience some of it for real. I am convinced it will make me a better cook and an even more accepting global nomad. Tony, take me away! Please.

Kyle in a Dress of Many Colors


While looking for something to do on the network this morning, I surfed over to the blog spot and stumbled upon the entries for the contest in which viewers were challenged to Photoshop a school girl’s dress on a photo of Kyle. I don’t know who is voting on the winning entry, or for that matter what the prize is, but there were many great entries. I am partial to the one in which the caption has a grammatical or typographical error in which we see Kyle looking longingly up and away at what I can only imagine is the school boy he has hoped to see at this party or sporting event he/she has come to with his cute friends. There is a feeling like Kyle is going to “get lucky” this night. Perhaps Yiou is sitting up in the stands?

Where Have all the Casters and Chatters Gone?

The site is still down hard at 10:18 am on a Saturday morning and I am still settled into Sao Paulo watching real people experiencing real life with Tony Bourdain — after a night of food, capricochos and the search for the meaning of life. It’s great stuff, but so totaly interactive and I have come to rely on the ability to express my thoughts, feelings and opinions instantaneously.

This total shutdown of JTV this morning, now that I am a lifecaster has me feeling at such a loss. I was planning on heading into the kitchen to cook breakfast for those Justopian_life viewers that have been asking for it, but that will have to wait for a better technical day. We will stick with dinner once again tonight.


City Palace, Udaipur, Rajasthan, India 2003

I’m feeling good, the steroids have given me the energy to conquer all and I am going to take on the request for pork chops that was made last night as I finished the Carrot soup, Chicken with Shallots and Wine, and Green Beans with Bacon and Slivered Almonds capped off by the infamous Incredible Brownies.

Hopefully the blindness that has taken over the site this morning will be cleared up so that we can all get online and back to our 2D friends.

A big thank you to Justin, Michael, Emmett, Kyle, Jacob and Phil for all your efforts this evening!