Evocative

PMS + Gloomy Nostalgic Sleepy Day + Amruta’s Posts #1:traveller and #2: in the name of the mother =

cringing stomach + sharp intake of breath + tear-loaded eyes + a mountainous longing to crawl into J’s armpit

bwaaaaaaaaaah

Once a geek … always a geek

I’ve just survived a technology orgasm yesterday. I can’t help but be excited by/about Google Wave. I think they’ve done whatever I wanted with UI. Drag and drop images from the desktop and mailblogchattwitterflickrfacebookdiscussionpolldocoedit in one chinti browser.
Like ONE chinti browser window can do all that. And it’s all in HTML. And Script. And CSS.
And REAL-TIME is REALLY real-TIME.

wave.google.com

PS:Now see if I had Google Wave to blog this with this link would automatically autocomplete and become a link.

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Also on a happier note.

Lost and 2BuckChuckAnna

I was feeling really strongly about something before I came here. Now I forgot. So much for strength of thought.

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Confession: I am addicted to Lost. I seriously believe that if modern day fiction has shifted to the visual medium, then Lost is the best fiction I have ever encountered. It’s got a lot of bullshit of course – like radio hookups that won’t happen and will happen when you want them with a piece of red twine and can call London from a frikking freighter which is causing people to time travel to a Royal Scottish Regiment and a mouse dies trying the same —–. What I am REALLY happy about. Netflix has Seasons 1 through 4 for online streaming. For the past two weeks, barring a few exceptions, all my evenings have been spent planning a departure from the living area without being noticed by my roomies and then crawling into bed and watching back to back episodes of Lost. Things came to a head yesterday when I took half of the day off from the indulgence hangover that consisted of sore swollen eyes a headache and a general inability to stop thinking about what would happen next. I was even dreaming about John Locke and Kate Austen and Jack Shepard in a flight and on an island.

What I am really grateful for is that I started watching Lost at a period of time when I have access to 5 full seasons. What I hate about this is that I don’t have access to Season 6 yet. The waiting and anticipation for good fiction is unbearably nail hurting and cuticle peeling.

With that purged out of my system, I strongly encourage anyone who hasn’t had a good time in a LONG time to invest in a few DVDs and give their mental stimulations a healthy boost. I mean c’mon – if you could believe and enjoy and relive Gondor and Elves and Gandalf and appreciate a good story with a twist every second, Lost is totally up your alley. Brilliance I say.

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My roomie Anna – she wakes up at 6 45 am – is at work by 7 45 – works till 4 30 pm – comes back and goes for a bike ride or a speed skating expedition every evening – comes back all sweaty and high from an endorphin orgasm – and then showers, cooks, smokes, up, and drinks between 1 to 2 bottles of wine – and finishes her day with a Haagen Daaz ice cream stick at 1 am. The same time as when I have been falling asleep in the days before Lost. However, on a day I get less than 8 hours of sleep, exercise or a walk for me goes right out the Dee-Oh- Oh- Are.

This morning I look at her looking up at me grumpily in the morning as I left for work and I asked her what did I do to earn the stare. She said she was sore from the 20 odd miles of speed skating she did yesterday.

I asked her how does she do it- that after the 2 bottles of 2buckchuck she sent the previous night.

She said, in truly Annaesque style:
Coffee, carbs, supplements, vitamins, ice cream – whatever it takes!

It’s Friday morning at 9 45 am and I am thinking when was the last time I wanted to do whatever it takes for anything at all. I’m chewing on it.

Everyday observations

When you spend most of the day in silence, the small things get their volume turned up and the big things tend to appear gaudy and you designate them to a mental background. Probably the reason why trance works for my head now.

In unexpected stretches of mental silence – mostly inspired by being in an environment where nothing induces the guilt of not following mass trends – I find myself observing and glancing sideways with glee at peculiar phenomena in my life. I get excited about them like a little baby.

For example, the snooze function on my phone only allows me to snooze it for 9 minutes at a time. Like what a choice of numbers, 9. Not 5 or 10. Not 15 or 12. 9. Imagine what must have gone through the brains of the dude who wrote the code. It’s so cool, it’s not even binary. The perfect mix of the odd in the world of booleans and evens. No you have no clue what this means, like if you set your alarm for 8 15 and snooze it, the next time you wake up it will be 8 24. That’s not alarming at all. So you snooze – and snooze – till you reach a round figure. Ok at least I do. It’s a game I play with fate. I resign myself to waking up at the next round figure my phone alarm will throw at me. And that usually takes about 45 mins to happen. Do the math. Isn’t this like amazing? Every morning I can’t figure out the math though so I end up getting late. Yea – btw – I am back to my old ways. I get to work by 9 30 am. Barely.

And thair sadam cannot be made with brown basmati rice. First of all basmati has no business being brown in the first place. I want to sue the company that thought this up. Perfect waste of awesome grain. Basmati mein baas hi nahi hai.

Other interesting facts: Labradors, my roomie tells me, do not have the signal processing power in their brains to tell them when they are full. So the ladies in the house – Molly and Jasmine – are the house bhikshus. They do the rounds with a box in their mouth and the most amazing pitiful pretty faces that beg me to find it in my heart to feed them. I can’t. They also can’t stand being alone. Leave them alone for too long in the dark and they will start barking at you as soon as you get in the door. Also, until the lady of the house comes back from work, these girls hang outside my door and lay there.

The bearded dragon is gone though. We miss his staggering panache.

All this may sound all banal – but they have become relatively important observations. They are of significance and stem in some form of non-processor-driven stimulus.

I still can’t make good sambhar though. See now that makes a HUGE difference to me. And the idlis, sambhar and chutney in Mylapore are TO DIE for. Can’t imagine San Diego can’t beat the fare here. MCafe should put the Madras back in their cafe by going to Madras first.

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The sad thing about these everyday observations is that by the time you are done acknowledging how preciously and simply beautiful they are, they have stopped dealing with the recollection and memory brokers in my grey cells. So then I retire the post theretum.

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Sublime experience that automatically quells the wording enzyme:
Stern Grove

(pics from the web – will put up my own soon)

Thanks to Shanky and Kailasha – we ended up having a surreal and sublime music fest experience in one of the most awesome venues.
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Using “volume” where it counts

is like fucking for virginity

At crossroads

I may have learned how to drive on the right side of the road, but I wonder when I will start looking left first when I cross roads.

Unlearning 3 years of programming vs unlearning over 20 years of survival instinct.

On depth and shallowness – Part 2

1: Won’t it be ironic if a whiskey glass tried to bear the depth of a beer glass?
2: How does the whiskey glass know how deep it is?

tid-bits

Have consumed the following and enjoyed muchly:

1. South Park Season 13 – Margaritaville

2. South Park Season 13 – Fatbeard (Somalian Pirate We!)

3. Weeds – Seasons 1 and 2

4. Currently reattempting reading Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance. I will get thru it this time. Slow and steady.

5. Also on the bed side – South Park and Philosophy Why Flatulence is philosophical? and Can a saint really laugh at south park? are the questions being explored here. Morality – the south park way. The book is authored by a professor who teaches philosophy and had recommended SP as the basis of his students’ thesis.

6. Watchmen – Saw it, liked it.

7. Ma Vie En Rose It’s amazingly made. Softly. How a little boy comes to terms with his distaste for his Y chromosome and wishes suddenly he will get his period and turn into a girl. Until then he wears satin frocks, red shoes, and lipstick. And plans to marry the boy next door. Like I said, softly.

8. Super High Me – Must watch stoned. Absolutely must. A regular stoner stand up comedian gives up smoking pot for 30 days and stays high for 30 days.

9. Super Size Me – A man goes on a 30-day McDonald’s ONLY diet.

10. King Corn – How everyone in America is made of Corn. And everything. 2 guys from Idaho go back to their home town to plant 1 acre of corn and then follow it into their foods and bodies. Corn is everywhere here.

We’re all made out of ticky tacky

I have to thank Weeds for introducing me to ticky tacky.

ticky tacky: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ticky-tacky

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