We celebrated the Memorial Day long weekend by going to San Diego on Saturday. Started the day by making Pasta ( food being the most important of all things) for lunch- from a Betty Crocker cookbook too- and it came out so well! As good as anything you'd get in a restaurant!
Then we took the bus down to Bundy- then the freeway bus to Union Station. The station which is in Downtown LA is really pretty. And right next to it is a little market in a tiny street with quaint old buildings - unfortunately there was no time to stop and shop - ah well, perhaps another day. But we wanted to take the Greyhound bus to San Diego, but turned out that was waaaay down the road, and no direct bus there. So we took a bus that went to 7th street, which is about 5 blocks from the Greyhound station. We passed the interesting part of downtown- little shops ans lots of tourists... then as we walked down 7th street things rapidly started getting shady- lots of homeless people - people shouting, leering... we just walked as fast as we could and never took our eyes off the road. That was probably the scariest experience I've had so far!
We were too late to catch the bus that we wanted to take- it left in 10 minutes and they had stopped selling tickets for it. So, not wanting to walk back the way we came we took a taxi back to Union station, and were we glad to get back to a halfway respetable area!
We gobbled up lunch while we waited for the Amtrak train to arrive- we'd made Pasta and brought it with us in the morning, and yummy Pasta it was too! Then we were on our way
The train took a wonderfully scenic route, and at long last we exprerience some of the summery weather that California is so renowned for. People sunning themselves on the beaches, playing beach volleyball, surfing, swimming, water-skiing, paragliding... all the world was a playground around us.
sigh... I'm never going to finish this blog, but I'm going to publish it anyway... suffice to say it was a great day and one I still rememer
Monday, May 29, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
Past, Present and Future
Right now I'm feeling terribly pleased with myself. I've been blogging for just over a year now and have averaged about a blog a week. Alas, output these last couple of months has gone down. Hopefully, now, with exams out of the way(project thankfully just don't create the same kind of stress- except Adaptive filters- but that's another story), I can start blogging regularly agian.
To update you on my latest movements- Appa and I went to Hollywood on Saturday- Appa was here on a business trip and stopped over with goodies as he made his way back to the Other Side of the World. And we went to Hollywood. No, Spielberg did not stop me on the street and ask me to act in his next movie and no I did not get asked out by Tom Cruise, but yes I did have an interesting encounter with a masked supervillain outside the Chinese Theatre.
There were superheroes as well, not that even one offered to save me- not Batman , not Spiderman nor Superman *sigh* it just isn't the same anymore for damsels in distress. Anyway I have a nice pic to show- with me with a plastic knife at my throat, artistically throwing my head back....
Ate at a MacDonalds. Was outraged to find that theyve removed Veggie burgers off the menu altogether! I mean Hallo? This is the 21st century! Vegetarianism, health foodism etc is in! What kind of idiot takes Veggie Burgers off the menu at a time like this( and me starving too!).
Though I haven't had time to blog recently, I have found time over the past 3 weeks or so to play the Da Vinci Quest every morning- 10 am Pacific Standard time. Pleased to say that I completed the first stage of the quest, now hoping to be one of the 100000 finalists that get an honest-to -goodness cryptex with which they do the second part.... and one winner gets all- trips to Paris, London, New York... a TV ,a Digicam.... well... that's like aimning for the moon, I'll be fairly content just going to the movie come Friday night.
To update you on my latest movements- Appa and I went to Hollywood on Saturday- Appa was here on a business trip and stopped over with goodies as he made his way back to the Other Side of the World. And we went to Hollywood. No, Spielberg did not stop me on the street and ask me to act in his next movie and no I did not get asked out by Tom Cruise, but yes I did have an interesting encounter with a masked supervillain outside the Chinese Theatre.
There were superheroes as well, not that even one offered to save me- not Batman , not Spiderman nor Superman *sigh* it just isn't the same anymore for damsels in distress. Anyway I have a nice pic to show- with me with a plastic knife at my throat, artistically throwing my head back....
Ate at a MacDonalds. Was outraged to find that theyve removed Veggie burgers off the menu altogether! I mean Hallo? This is the 21st century! Vegetarianism, health foodism etc is in! What kind of idiot takes Veggie Burgers off the menu at a time like this( and me starving too!).
Though I haven't had time to blog recently, I have found time over the past 3 weeks or so to play the Da Vinci Quest every morning- 10 am Pacific Standard time. Pleased to say that I completed the first stage of the quest, now hoping to be one of the 100000 finalists that get an honest-to -goodness cryptex with which they do the second part.... and one winner gets all- trips to Paris, London, New York... a TV ,a Digicam.... well... that's like aimning for the moon, I'll be fairly content just going to the movie come Friday night.
Monday, April 17, 2006
San Fransisco Part I
At long last I actually have something to write about- as opposed to ramblings from my disorganized mind, and day to day happenings that even I wouldn't remember if I hadn't written them down.
So I went to San Fransisco- the city with the Golden Gate Bridge (although its orange, rather than gold- there's a story behind that- will get to it later.)
Left early Satuday morning- by early I mean seriously - 2 o'clock in the morning types- being panicky and needing to get to the airport 3 hours or so in advance( legacy of my grandparents).
Caught flight from LAX- was first person through security that morinng(!)
Flight was short- not much to see out of the window, though I'd specifically asked for the window seat- all was cloudy.
Until we almost landed. We broke through the clouds and voila- there stretched before us the San Fransisco Bay - and a bridge across it- not the Golden Gate- though I named it so in my head immediately- so beautiful was the view - with rays of light gently breaking through the clouds to illuminate it, all in gold.
The airport is almost on the sea, and as the plane landed there was the most disconcerting feeling of appearing to land on the water itself. The airport itself has not much to brag about- small compared to LAX and (in my humble opinion) , could use some better maintainance. Took shuttle from airport to hotel on Fisherman's Wharf.
Fisherman's Wharf is this tiny peninsula on the northern tip of the city. Its a pretty place, with tiny shops and hills and and the sea, has a lovely view of Alcatraz(the Rock) and Ghirardelli Square (the chocolate Ghirardelli?)
It was raining in SF. Apparently its always raining in SF. Was glad I took my jacket- that's my new jacket btw- inaugurated on Tamil New Year's day, bought from Rodeo Drive( Rodeo Drive where the prices are never mentioned- if you ask for the price- you can't afford it- this was bought on sale- naturally).
Anyway- it wasn't the nasty kind of rain- more like a gently drizzle that just cooled the place down without freezing you to the bone.The shuttle drive took us through the Embarcadero - that's one of the Places to See- its this long road that runs along the coast- and for the second time I mistook yet another bridge for the Golden Gate- actually it was the Bay Bridge which connects SF to the city of Oakland- but its huge and imposing looking (actually, I later found out that the Bay bridge was built only about a year before the Golden Gate- that has a story behind it too- everything seems to - in SF)
Dumped bags at hotel and walked down to Ghiradelli Square (the chocolate place) had a muffin and hot chocolate for breakfast. Now fortified, began long climb upto Lombard street. Though only a few blocks away, the climb was exhausting because of the steep hills that seem to go almost at 90 degrees! Finally made it to the top- and as I stood there, panting... finally! my first view of the REAL Golden Gate Bridge. It's top was obscured by low hanging clouds, but it was that distinctive orange. And over it hung anothier bridge - a rainbow. Stood for a while looking at the beautiful sight- felt almost as though the city was greeting me, blessing me - with all that beauty. Finally the rainbow dissipated and I turned away, and went in search of the crooked street.
The Crooked Street (Crookedest Street in the World) is the most picturesque part of Lombard Street. Actually as I looked down upon it, I thought it was some kind of garden or maze of bushes, it took a couple of minutes before I realised that it was a road and there was actuallu traffic moving through it! ( should have a driving test there- ultimate test of driving skills!)
At last after catching my breath went back to Ghirardelli, sat up in the little tower will the bells- the carillons, and enjoyed a lovely view of Alcatraz. Went down to the street after a while. We walked down the road and eyed the street side vendors selling jewellery and pictures and postcards with interest. Went down to and isolated pier where we were chased away by annoyed seagulls on whose territoty we were encroaching. Went to the Maritime museum and stood right on top near the captain's chair and the rudder (looks a lot like the decks you see on Star Trek- looks like deck design's aren't expected to change in the Space Age)
We went for lunch after that - at IHOP (International House of Pancakes) wasn't in the mood for anything sweet- all that Ghirardelly chocolate had effectively killed that! So had a cheese sandwich.
Then we went for a Ferry Ride- through the Bay- below the Golden Gate and around Alcatraz.
That's where all the fascinating tales came up- about the guy who called himself the Emperor of America and decreed that a bridge be built joining the cities of SF and Oakland- it was- many years later - the Bay Bridge. About the Chinese immigrants who were caught and imprisoned in Angel Island- and Alcatraz( which I kept referring to as Azkaban- accidentally- I need to get Harry Potter out of my system!). As it turns out the Golden gate bridge was so named because it spans the Golden gate strait- which was named after the Golden Horn in Byzantium(?)!!!
The gate itself is painted orange ('International Orange'???) to go with the color of the sea and the hills flanking it.
But most exciting(well, that may be a bit exaggerated), but it was definitely entertaining- the sealions that have taken over the docks of Pier 39. Lazy lumps, they just lie there looking fat and content. Some of them rouse themselves enough to fight - like WWF wrestlers really- pushing each other around, keeping people entertained for hours! Then there are ones the flop on to the dock and clamber over the sleeping ones- which only grunt and roll over- at the most! - to find their chosen sleeping spot.
We wandered through the place- saw hard rock Cafe- didn't go inside (alas!). There was a funny show by a couple of jugglers. The last act was particularly good- where she juggled flaming torches while balanced on a pole, held on the shoulders of two men.
We went to Union Square afer that- well, tried to- parking being the biggest problem- we passed through Chiatown- I've wanted to see a China Town ever since I came to the US- and that is one desire of mine satisfied- sadly, there were no Dragons or Chinese people in their little hats, or Pagodas... it was all rather normal though the crowds were homely, reminded me of being in T Nagar.
We went to the Civic centre first. The building is more like something you'd expect to see in Europe- all gilded decorations and statues and lawns.
Then we went to Union Square- there's a lovely square there, and its lively even late at night, and we could hear the lonely notes of a trumpeteer from the 7th floor of the building where we were- 6 floors were Macy's but the Seventh floor was the Cheesecake factory. Now who it was who thought that cheese and cake( two more unrelated things you cannot find in my opinion) are a good combination, I do not know- but they're a genius! We started with desert as we were waiting for a place to be seated, but the cake was so filling we ended packing most of dinner( I ate it for Sunday night's dinner)
Went straight home( or rather, to the hotel)after that- and crashed till Sunday morning.
So I went to San Fransisco- the city with the Golden Gate Bridge (although its orange, rather than gold- there's a story behind that- will get to it later.)
Left early Satuday morning- by early I mean seriously - 2 o'clock in the morning types- being panicky and needing to get to the airport 3 hours or so in advance( legacy of my grandparents).
Caught flight from LAX- was first person through security that morinng(!)
Flight was short- not much to see out of the window, though I'd specifically asked for the window seat- all was cloudy.
Until we almost landed. We broke through the clouds and voila- there stretched before us the San Fransisco Bay - and a bridge across it- not the Golden Gate- though I named it so in my head immediately- so beautiful was the view - with rays of light gently breaking through the clouds to illuminate it, all in gold.
The airport is almost on the sea, and as the plane landed there was the most disconcerting feeling of appearing to land on the water itself. The airport itself has not much to brag about- small compared to LAX and (in my humble opinion) , could use some better maintainance. Took shuttle from airport to hotel on Fisherman's Wharf.
Fisherman's Wharf is this tiny peninsula on the northern tip of the city. Its a pretty place, with tiny shops and hills and and the sea, has a lovely view of Alcatraz(the Rock) and Ghirardelli Square (the chocolate Ghirardelli?)
It was raining in SF. Apparently its always raining in SF. Was glad I took my jacket- that's my new jacket btw- inaugurated on Tamil New Year's day, bought from Rodeo Drive( Rodeo Drive where the prices are never mentioned- if you ask for the price- you can't afford it- this was bought on sale- naturally).
Anyway- it wasn't the nasty kind of rain- more like a gently drizzle that just cooled the place down without freezing you to the bone.The shuttle drive took us through the Embarcadero - that's one of the Places to See- its this long road that runs along the coast- and for the second time I mistook yet another bridge for the Golden Gate- actually it was the Bay Bridge which connects SF to the city of Oakland- but its huge and imposing looking (actually, I later found out that the Bay bridge was built only about a year before the Golden Gate- that has a story behind it too- everything seems to - in SF)
Dumped bags at hotel and walked down to Ghiradelli Square (the chocolate place) had a muffin and hot chocolate for breakfast. Now fortified, began long climb upto Lombard street. Though only a few blocks away, the climb was exhausting because of the steep hills that seem to go almost at 90 degrees! Finally made it to the top- and as I stood there, panting... finally! my first view of the REAL Golden Gate Bridge. It's top was obscured by low hanging clouds, but it was that distinctive orange. And over it hung anothier bridge - a rainbow. Stood for a while looking at the beautiful sight- felt almost as though the city was greeting me, blessing me - with all that beauty. Finally the rainbow dissipated and I turned away, and went in search of the crooked street.
The Crooked Street (Crookedest Street in the World) is the most picturesque part of Lombard Street. Actually as I looked down upon it, I thought it was some kind of garden or maze of bushes, it took a couple of minutes before I realised that it was a road and there was actuallu traffic moving through it! ( should have a driving test there- ultimate test of driving skills!)
At last after catching my breath went back to Ghirardelli, sat up in the little tower will the bells- the carillons, and enjoyed a lovely view of Alcatraz. Went down to the street after a while. We walked down the road and eyed the street side vendors selling jewellery and pictures and postcards with interest. Went down to and isolated pier where we were chased away by annoyed seagulls on whose territoty we were encroaching. Went to the Maritime museum and stood right on top near the captain's chair and the rudder (looks a lot like the decks you see on Star Trek- looks like deck design's aren't expected to change in the Space Age)
We went for lunch after that - at IHOP (International House of Pancakes) wasn't in the mood for anything sweet- all that Ghirardelly chocolate had effectively killed that! So had a cheese sandwich.
Then we went for a Ferry Ride- through the Bay- below the Golden Gate and around Alcatraz.
That's where all the fascinating tales came up- about the guy who called himself the Emperor of America and decreed that a bridge be built joining the cities of SF and Oakland- it was- many years later - the Bay Bridge. About the Chinese immigrants who were caught and imprisoned in Angel Island- and Alcatraz( which I kept referring to as Azkaban- accidentally- I need to get Harry Potter out of my system!). As it turns out the Golden gate bridge was so named because it spans the Golden gate strait- which was named after the Golden Horn in Byzantium(?)!!!
The gate itself is painted orange ('International Orange'???) to go with the color of the sea and the hills flanking it.
But most exciting(well, that may be a bit exaggerated), but it was definitely entertaining- the sealions that have taken over the docks of Pier 39. Lazy lumps, they just lie there looking fat and content. Some of them rouse themselves enough to fight - like WWF wrestlers really- pushing each other around, keeping people entertained for hours! Then there are ones the flop on to the dock and clamber over the sleeping ones- which only grunt and roll over- at the most! - to find their chosen sleeping spot.
We wandered through the place- saw hard rock Cafe- didn't go inside (alas!). There was a funny show by a couple of jugglers. The last act was particularly good- where she juggled flaming torches while balanced on a pole, held on the shoulders of two men.
We went to Union Square afer that- well, tried to- parking being the biggest problem- we passed through Chiatown- I've wanted to see a China Town ever since I came to the US- and that is one desire of mine satisfied- sadly, there were no Dragons or Chinese people in their little hats, or Pagodas... it was all rather normal though the crowds were homely, reminded me of being in T Nagar.
We went to the Civic centre first. The building is more like something you'd expect to see in Europe- all gilded decorations and statues and lawns.
Then we went to Union Square- there's a lovely square there, and its lively even late at night, and we could hear the lonely notes of a trumpeteer from the 7th floor of the building where we were- 6 floors were Macy's but the Seventh floor was the Cheesecake factory. Now who it was who thought that cheese and cake( two more unrelated things you cannot find in my opinion) are a good combination, I do not know- but they're a genius! We started with desert as we were waiting for a place to be seated, but the cake was so filling we ended packing most of dinner( I ate it for Sunday night's dinner)
Went straight home( or rather, to the hotel)after that- and crashed till Sunday morning.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Forays into Modern Art
LACMA (LA County Museum of Art) is celebrating its 40th anniversary , so they're having this big bash. Entry is free, food alas (as we found out the hard way) is not.
One of my roommates is an artist and it was her idea that we go to see the "stuff " they have, and so , come Friday night, we went.
Most of the stuff was unfortunately modern. I have no appreciation or understanding of modern art. Weird shapes, painted squares, stuff that you'd expect from a 5 year old really... so, that's my view on the subject. So we spent a while condemning art critics and other "deciders of What Art is" - it all seems amazingly arbitrary.
There was a room dedicated to Picasso, at which things began to look up a bit- alt least with him, things actually make sense- a little.
A couple of other artists were interesting as well - A chap called Durer who made some incredibly intricate etchings. There was Andy Worhal- whose art Id never seen before - actually (excuse my ignorance), I'd only known the name Andy Worhal very vaguely- had no idea he was a famous artist.
There was a clever photo by a man called Ruscha called "Double Standard",
and another clever one was by one by an artist called Magritte "This is not a Pipe" Which is a rather philosophical thing. Try and figure it out.
One of my roommates is an artist and it was her idea that we go to see the "stuff " they have, and so , come Friday night, we went.
Most of the stuff was unfortunately modern. I have no appreciation or understanding of modern art. Weird shapes, painted squares, stuff that you'd expect from a 5 year old really... so, that's my view on the subject. So we spent a while condemning art critics and other "deciders of What Art is" - it all seems amazingly arbitrary.
There was a room dedicated to Picasso, at which things began to look up a bit- alt least with him, things actually make sense- a little.
A couple of other artists were interesting as well - A chap called Durer who made some incredibly intricate etchings. There was Andy Worhal- whose art Id never seen before - actually (excuse my ignorance), I'd only known the name Andy Worhal very vaguely- had no idea he was a famous artist.
There was a clever photo by a man called Ruscha called "Double Standard",
and another clever one was by one by an artist called Magritte "This is not a Pipe" Which is a rather philosophical thing. Try and figure it out.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Live- 'cause you live only once
Delighted to announce that I have not spent in single evening at home since Thursday- that was the day I went to the beach.
On Friday we started off with the intention of going to Barnes and Noble and spending the evening there- unfortunately ( or otherwise) Puru took the wrong turn and we ended up near ISS( that's Indian Sweets and Snacks). Food for the body having a higher priority than for the mind- we ate. And then we drove up and down the Pacific coast highway, scared ourselves silly with stories of ghosts and what not, and gave the weirdest interpretations to the sounds of dogs barking in the distance and isolated houses on he hills. Then we ( regaining sense and sensiblility) went to sit at Barnes and Noble. I got started off on "The Cider House Rules" there.
The theme of the book was interesting enough- a doctor who runs an orphanage and performs abortions and a boy who grows up there. But parts of it made me feel decidedly squeamish- which is why I skimmed through the latter half of it.
The next morning( Saturday) was naturally spent lolling in my bed( Futon really- but details, details...) . In the afternoon however, I roused myself sufficiently to get up, get out of the house and catch a bus and go to Rodeo Drive. Yes, that Rodeo Drive- the one in Beverly Hills. You know what they say about that place - "If you ask for the price of an item there- it means you can't afford it. Home of Versace, Ralph Lauren, Tiffany's, Saks Fifth Avenue- you think of a brand and there it is. And there I was in Jeans and a T-shirt, feeling terribly intimidated by the glitter and glamour ( well... no really...) Bought a Jacket there- 15 Dollars. I think the shop may have been going out of business or something- but hey, at least I can say- "I got this at Rodeo Drive"
Sunday- watched "Good Night and Good Luck"- Good movie too. Borders ( yet another bookshop) at night and sat reading "Battlefield Earth" by Ron L. Hubbard - that's a must read for anyone with the slightest interest in Sci-fi. And even if you're not interested - its a brilliant book.
Yesterda- to Santa Monica with SS for her b'day shopping . I went off to Borders (again) while she tried on clothes and got a bit further with the book- not that it feels like very far given that its a 1000 odd pages long and I'm somewhere in the four hundreds. Tonight may actually be spent at home- or who knows , I may be on my way to settign a record
On Friday we started off with the intention of going to Barnes and Noble and spending the evening there- unfortunately ( or otherwise) Puru took the wrong turn and we ended up near ISS( that's Indian Sweets and Snacks). Food for the body having a higher priority than for the mind- we ate. And then we drove up and down the Pacific coast highway, scared ourselves silly with stories of ghosts and what not, and gave the weirdest interpretations to the sounds of dogs barking in the distance and isolated houses on he hills. Then we ( regaining sense and sensiblility) went to sit at Barnes and Noble. I got started off on "The Cider House Rules" there.
The theme of the book was interesting enough- a doctor who runs an orphanage and performs abortions and a boy who grows up there. But parts of it made me feel decidedly squeamish- which is why I skimmed through the latter half of it.
The next morning( Saturday) was naturally spent lolling in my bed( Futon really- but details, details...) . In the afternoon however, I roused myself sufficiently to get up, get out of the house and catch a bus and go to Rodeo Drive. Yes, that Rodeo Drive- the one in Beverly Hills. You know what they say about that place - "If you ask for the price of an item there- it means you can't afford it. Home of Versace, Ralph Lauren, Tiffany's, Saks Fifth Avenue- you think of a brand and there it is. And there I was in Jeans and a T-shirt, feeling terribly intimidated by the glitter and glamour ( well... no really...) Bought a Jacket there- 15 Dollars. I think the shop may have been going out of business or something- but hey, at least I can say- "I got this at Rodeo Drive"
Sunday- watched "Good Night and Good Luck"- Good movie too. Borders ( yet another bookshop) at night and sat reading "Battlefield Earth" by Ron L. Hubbard - that's a must read for anyone with the slightest interest in Sci-fi. And even if you're not interested - its a brilliant book.
Yesterda- to Santa Monica with SS for her b'day shopping . I went off to Borders (again) while she tried on clothes and got a bit further with the book- not that it feels like very far given that its a 1000 odd pages long and I'm somewhere in the four hundreds. Tonight may actually be spent at home- or who knows , I may be on my way to settign a record
Friday, March 24, 2006
A breath of fresh air
I'm BACK!
Yes! Finals are done and the spring break is here- and right on cue the sun is out, the skies are clear and there's just a mild breeze in the air. Alas that this freedom is only for a week... on the other hand... I have the Week OFF!
So, my supportive, long-suffering fans, here's a post to reward you for you patience( all this masca is just to get you to read beyond this para and leave a coment- ot two- there's no rationing around here).
What, you may ask, have I learnt in the last quarter. Well, it certainly wasn't Speech Processing or Adaptive Filters. I remember what I mugged in those classes for the three hours during which I was writing the exam, now I can tell you the name of the class's professor (maybe- no guarantees).
So, yesterday was my last Final, and to celebrate I did things that I have Never Done Before( well, that's a bit exaggerated- but its pretty close) . Cleaned the house! (shock and awe all around).
Yup, me and my roomie actually mustered up the enthu to lift a finger and dump things in the waste paper basket. So, place is looking a lot more inhabitable now, and less like the neighbourhood pig-sty.
We coked (repeat of shock and awe) , we ate (no surprise there). I didn't do my laundry though- there's a limit to all good things and all that cleanliness might have just killed me, I mean we're people - and cleanliness being godliness and all that may have just sent me straight up.
So , to get on with it- went to beach. There are tiney little shops there, and I utterly lost my heart to this skirt. It was too expensive ($45.00) , gave me a heart attack, and reluctantly we parted.Oh, and there was a great sunset.
Today's the second day of good living- (meaning no classes) . Planning to savour every moment of my all too brief vacation before the imprisonment begins anew.
Yes! Finals are done and the spring break is here- and right on cue the sun is out, the skies are clear and there's just a mild breeze in the air. Alas that this freedom is only for a week... on the other hand... I have the Week OFF!
So, my supportive, long-suffering fans, here's a post to reward you for you patience( all this masca is just to get you to read beyond this para and leave a coment- ot two- there's no rationing around here).
What, you may ask, have I learnt in the last quarter. Well, it certainly wasn't Speech Processing or Adaptive Filters. I remember what I mugged in those classes for the three hours during which I was writing the exam, now I can tell you the name of the class's professor (maybe- no guarantees).
So, yesterday was my last Final, and to celebrate I did things that I have Never Done Before( well, that's a bit exaggerated- but its pretty close) . Cleaned the house! (shock and awe all around).
Yup, me and my roomie actually mustered up the enthu to lift a finger and dump things in the waste paper basket. So, place is looking a lot more inhabitable now, and less like the neighbourhood pig-sty.
We coked (repeat of shock and awe) , we ate (no surprise there). I didn't do my laundry though- there's a limit to all good things and all that cleanliness might have just killed me, I mean we're people - and cleanliness being godliness and all that may have just sent me straight up.
So , to get on with it- went to beach. There are tiney little shops there, and I utterly lost my heart to this skirt. It was too expensive ($45.00) , gave me a heart attack, and reluctantly we parted.Oh, and there was a great sunset.
Today's the second day of good living- (meaning no classes) . Planning to savour every moment of my all too brief vacation before the imprisonment begins anew.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
A word of Advice- or an entire song
These were the lyrics to a song I heard yesterday "Sunscreen"- it reads more like a speech really but I loved it... and so- here it is!
Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)
Buz Luhrman
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97... wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)
Buz Luhrman
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97... wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Something new everyday...
A very long time ago I remember makinga resolution to make note of a new experience everyday. Like all resolutions this one too was doomed; the experiences may have been there, but my attention, alas, was not. But the last week has been so eventful- and I am not just referring to the onset of midterms and the inevitable jitters that follow- but eventful in a fun way (mostly) , that I had to sit up and make note- so here it is starting Friday the 6th of Febuary.
On the sixth we took a drive down the infamous Mulholland drive. That strip near Hoolywood, where the spirits of actresses past are said to roam. It was a dark and foggy night, and we were thouroughly spooked as we hurtled, well past the speed limit, through miles of silent road, with quick, unexpected turns and dim lights.
Saturday was the marathon movie day- 3 movies- Fight Club- which is excellent - simply chilling, and filled with smart dialogues -a sharp sardonic one, that one. Intolerable Cruelty- funny as it is , it seems to go on for just a bit longer than absolutely necessary; and Iruvar- that's probably one of the most underrated movies I know, but it probably helps a good deal if you're familiar with Tamil Nadu politics- the rumours , theories and whispers that echo in the corridors of power. The ending is strangely poignant- somewhat reminiscent of Kane and Abel( Jefferey Archer) - a tale of friendships broken, and chances lost.
Then, we saw "Macbeth" in the theatre- for free (isn't that the best part?) Lady Macbeth was brilliant in the first half - her "Are you a man???" , which so pricked at Macbeth's pride, her plotting, and planning ... a dangerous woman, that. Powerful and dangerous. Although in the second half - well, I had always thought that it was Lady Macbeth who pushed her husband all the way- but it appears that perhaps Macbeth himself, caught up in his lust for power , became a tyrant all by himself. It was almost professional (it was prformed by students here) , and absolutely brilliant!
The next Event was the Armenian Dance Class- I go for Ballroom dance classes every Monday evening, but this Monday it was followed by Armenian dancing, and how I danced! I had blisters on my feet at the end of the day, and hobbled the way back home, but Oh how exhilerating it was...
"I could have Danced all Night
I could have danced all night,
And still have begged for morn....
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before..." (My Fair Lady)
Tuesday was a day of discoveries- on the net. I may seem frightfully ignorant to you- but not being a big movie buff myself, I had never heard of IMDB- the International Movie data base.And I was like "Whoa!" and promptly wasted two hours on movie trivia.
Another useful (or not) lesson from my roomie SS was Stumble - one of the Firefox plugins- that randomly directs you to interesting sites- including ones with a bunch of Calvin and Hobbes strips- many vetti hours were spent over that. Also with the Book and Minute and Movie a Minute sites- instant relief from boredom!
And yesterday we played raquetball- No none of us had any idea how it was to be done, but we played all the same. The lesson I learnt was that I have no hand eye co-ordination whatsoever. Ah well, can't blame me for trying.
That't that then! toodles and see you later!
On the sixth we took a drive down the infamous Mulholland drive. That strip near Hoolywood, where the spirits of actresses past are said to roam. It was a dark and foggy night, and we were thouroughly spooked as we hurtled, well past the speed limit, through miles of silent road, with quick, unexpected turns and dim lights.
Saturday was the marathon movie day- 3 movies- Fight Club- which is excellent - simply chilling, and filled with smart dialogues -a sharp sardonic one, that one. Intolerable Cruelty- funny as it is , it seems to go on for just a bit longer than absolutely necessary; and Iruvar- that's probably one of the most underrated movies I know, but it probably helps a good deal if you're familiar with Tamil Nadu politics- the rumours , theories and whispers that echo in the corridors of power. The ending is strangely poignant- somewhat reminiscent of Kane and Abel( Jefferey Archer) - a tale of friendships broken, and chances lost.
Then, we saw "Macbeth" in the theatre- for free (isn't that the best part?) Lady Macbeth was brilliant in the first half - her "Are you a man???" , which so pricked at Macbeth's pride, her plotting, and planning ... a dangerous woman, that. Powerful and dangerous. Although in the second half - well, I had always thought that it was Lady Macbeth who pushed her husband all the way- but it appears that perhaps Macbeth himself, caught up in his lust for power , became a tyrant all by himself. It was almost professional (it was prformed by students here) , and absolutely brilliant!
The next Event was the Armenian Dance Class- I go for Ballroom dance classes every Monday evening, but this Monday it was followed by Armenian dancing, and how I danced! I had blisters on my feet at the end of the day, and hobbled the way back home, but Oh how exhilerating it was...
"I could have Danced all Night
I could have danced all night,
And still have begged for morn....
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before..." (My Fair Lady)
Tuesday was a day of discoveries- on the net. I may seem frightfully ignorant to you- but not being a big movie buff myself, I had never heard of IMDB- the International Movie data base.And I was like "Whoa!" and promptly wasted two hours on movie trivia.
Another useful (or not) lesson from my roomie SS was Stumble - one of the Firefox plugins- that randomly directs you to interesting sites- including ones with a bunch of Calvin and Hobbes strips- many vetti hours were spent over that. Also with the Book and Minute and Movie a Minute sites- instant relief from boredom!
And yesterday we played raquetball- No none of us had any idea how it was to be done, but we played all the same. The lesson I learnt was that I have no hand eye co-ordination whatsoever. Ah well, can't blame me for trying.
That't that then! toodles and see you later!
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Tagged once more- In search of a soulmate
Well, here we go again- I thought I'd written my last tag- but no- here we go again- this time, in search of a soulmate.
The top eight qualities I'd want in my guy, well, that requires some thought ( just ten, hallo what were you thinking???)
Lets see.... Brad Pitt's looks, George Clooney's suaveness, Tom Cruise's charm( and height 'cause I don't want a guy who towers 50 feet above me), Hugh Grant's accent( or Goeff Boycott or Micheal Holding... I'm not picky), Abdul Kalam's brains, Jeeves' (yes the Wooster and Jeeves one) presence of mind, Bill Gates' fortune, Bernard Shaw's wit, a voice like Russel Crowe( when speaking that is)... and who can sing like Ronan Keating, and dance like umm... Hrithik Roshan( but no cat eyes... no... or bulging muscles Arnie Style No No! )... not a big list is it? Aaaah if only there existed such a guy...
Well, more practically( or not)... here goes
1. We need to have something in common... books... music ... common interests, something to talk about.
2. Should know when to take a joke and when to make one, and just as importantly, when not to.
3. Should cook! I cannot overemphasize this because I have no great love for cooking( though I've never poisoned anyone yet)
4. Should know when to leave me alone... and when I want comapany- and be prepared to take me out to dinner... then be silent throughout while I dwell in a world of happy reveries and great food.
5. Should be able to take the fact that I think Tom Cruise is the cutest guy on the planet and not turn green with jealousy.
6. Should never ask - fatally- What are you talking about? (10 points if you get the book from which that comment was plagiarised) Or is it too much to expect a guy to listen and understand what you're talking about.
7. Should not mock me when I sniffle at the end of some cheap Romeo & Juliet type flick.
8. Should never miss an opportunity to give me a gift- Birthdays- mine and his, New Year, Diwali, Valentine's Day, Pongal, Unbirthdays- these are all good days to give gifts and good for me to receive them too.)
Now its my turn to pass this comtagion on:
Shashi Iyer
Deepti
The Monk
The top eight qualities I'd want in my guy, well, that requires some thought ( just ten, hallo what were you thinking???)
Lets see.... Brad Pitt's looks, George Clooney's suaveness, Tom Cruise's charm( and height 'cause I don't want a guy who towers 50 feet above me), Hugh Grant's accent( or Goeff Boycott or Micheal Holding... I'm not picky), Abdul Kalam's brains, Jeeves' (yes the Wooster and Jeeves one) presence of mind, Bill Gates' fortune, Bernard Shaw's wit, a voice like Russel Crowe( when speaking that is)... and who can sing like Ronan Keating, and dance like umm... Hrithik Roshan( but no cat eyes... no... or bulging muscles Arnie Style No No! )... not a big list is it? Aaaah if only there existed such a guy...
Well, more practically( or not)... here goes
1. We need to have something in common... books... music ... common interests, something to talk about.
2. Should know when to take a joke and when to make one, and just as importantly, when not to.
3. Should cook! I cannot overemphasize this because I have no great love for cooking( though I've never poisoned anyone yet)
4. Should know when to leave me alone... and when I want comapany- and be prepared to take me out to dinner... then be silent throughout while I dwell in a world of happy reveries and great food.
5. Should be able to take the fact that I think Tom Cruise is the cutest guy on the planet and not turn green with jealousy.
6. Should never ask - fatally- What are you talking about? (10 points if you get the book from which that comment was plagiarised) Or is it too much to expect a guy to listen and understand what you're talking about.
7. Should not mock me when I sniffle at the end of some cheap Romeo & Juliet type flick.
8. Should never miss an opportunity to give me a gift- Birthdays- mine and his, New Year, Diwali, Valentine's Day, Pongal, Unbirthdays- these are all good days to give gifts and good for me to receive them too.)
Now its my turn to pass this comtagion on:
Shashi Iyer
Deepti
The Monk
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Rang De Basanti
Movie reviews aren't really my thing, but Rang De Basanti is one of such an unusual flavour that it simply needs to be commented on. In the first place, its rather nice to see the trend of patriotic movies- that are not just about the whole India- Pakistan thing become hits. Well, Swadesh wasn't but I thought it was wonderful, and I know a lot of people agreed, but it was more like a documentary than a than a Bollywood style, happily-ever-after, melodramatic love story,( the whole- "Let there be light" bit probably appealed only to geeky engineers like me- who were so thrilled to see the stuff they were studying- generators etc. show up in a movie), and hence, as far as the masses went at least- it was a flop.
But Rang De Basanti- has a nice mix of masala, a bunch of seriously hot guys (that draws at least half the population to the theatre), a phirangi girl (that takes care of the other half),which takes care of the packaging, and the content is pretty good too.
The first half is bouyant and light-hearted, though not entirely without a message- that the youth of today has been handed everything in a silver spoon, and cares for little beyond immediate gratification, but the second half- which eerily parallel the lives of the freedom fighters that the students are supposed to be playing( trying very hard not to give the story away here- though there can't be many people who haven't seen it yet)- that message comes across sharp and clear too. "Do Something" There's no point in sitting around and pointing fingers and refusing to take responsibility. Remember Nehru's Speech at our Independence? "Freedom and power bring responsibility....That future is not one of ease or resting but of incessant striving so that we may fulfil the pledges we have so often taken and the one we shall take today...."The events in the movie may seem a bit far-fetched... or are they?
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
A Picture is worth a thousand words!
I just opened up Internet Explorer, and as its default is www.msn.com, it opened that directly to a gorgeous picture of some earthlike planet of some far away star. Naturally I was intrigued.
As it turns out - the planet is infact about 5.5 times larger than earth, but on the cosmic scale still small enough to be considered earthlike. The vast majority of planes so far have been gas giants like Jupiter- no chance of finding our kind of life forms there.
They used a new method called "microlensing" which makes smaller planets easier to find- so I guess we can expect more of these in the future.
They were having people vote for their favourite astronomy pictures on MSN and these were some of mine
As it turns out - the planet is infact about 5.5 times larger than earth, but on the cosmic scale still small enough to be considered earthlike. The vast majority of planes so far have been gas giants like Jupiter- no chance of finding our kind of life forms there.
They used a new method called "microlensing" which makes smaller planets easier to find- so I guess we can expect more of these in the future.
They were having people vote for their favourite astronomy pictures on MSN and these were some of mine
This one is of the star Monocerotis, taken by Hubble
This on was taken by the Spacecraft Cassini, and shows Saturn with its moon Dione
This is a view of the "Mountains of creation" in Cassiopeia where young stars are being born.
It was, by the way ,the one I voted for.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
At the Farmer's Market
Every Thursday the Farmer's Market comes to Westwood. The end of Weyburn is closed off to the traffic. Small stalls spring up selling the famous California tangerines and Clementines and Naval oranges. And a fruity smell wafts beckoningly through the air. And invariably I find my feet almost involuntarily moving in that direction. And it's a rural atmosphere, people seem to slow the pace of their lives as they hang around, familiarly greeting friends and regulars at the Market, tasting the wares before buying them, getting a glass of juice while they're shopping, or something to eat... bringing their children out for the evening...
There's a man who sits at the beginning of the street and plays his guitar and sings. Warm notes of "Scarborough Fair" drift through the air, and appropriately I was standing by a herb seller who had parsley and sage. Further down where there are exotic cuisines, Korean ,Peruvian and Salvadorean, there is also a Jazz band that entertains the people eating there. And several small bakeries just pop up, selling scones and cookies and yummy pies and cakes and French bread.
I contented myself with a Salvadoren Pupasa and turned resolutely away from the inviting breads. But my resolve was not up to withstanding the temptation of freshly picked sstrawberries... I took a small bunch of them home and ate them with whipped cream... and now I feel replete and content. God's up in his Heaven and all's well with the World
There's a man who sits at the beginning of the street and plays his guitar and sings. Warm notes of "Scarborough Fair" drift through the air, and appropriately I was standing by a herb seller who had parsley and sage. Further down where there are exotic cuisines, Korean ,Peruvian and Salvadorean, there is also a Jazz band that entertains the people eating there. And several small bakeries just pop up, selling scones and cookies and yummy pies and cakes and French bread.
I contented myself with a Salvadoren Pupasa and turned resolutely away from the inviting breads. But my resolve was not up to withstanding the temptation of freshly picked sstrawberries... I took a small bunch of them home and ate them with whipped cream... and now I feel replete and content. God's up in his Heaven and all's well with the World
Saturday, January 14, 2006
An Anthology
Now, let me update you on the latest book I've read. It's been a while since my last "Book update" , so - there're quite a few of them on my list.
I'll go chronologically - mostly -
First - "Sophies' World" - another of my Intro to Philosophy type books- this was one I'd been searching for , and I found it among the ranks of German authors( howa was I to know that it was a translated book!?!) Any way that was excellent- even if it ended oddly- left me with a feeling of- "this story isn't over yet" .
Then Vikram Seth's "An Equal Music" - I finished it flying from LA to Pennsylvania- brilliant book - the man has a new fan in me- the next book on my list of things to read is "A Suitable Boy"
Then , there was the very readable and rather uplifting "Room With a View " by EM Forster"
And on my aunt's recommendation I read James Hilton's "Random Harvest" . Now most of Hilton's books tend to end sadly - this one had a very sweet ending though- although in terms of todays thrillers it seemed to take forever to get to the actual point of the story., but when it did ... well I heaved a sigh of contentment when I finished it- it was that kind of book you know? That doesn't leave you excited or confused or with your head whirling , trying to get your head around facts and leaps of logic, it just moves slowly and steadily , to a conclusion that leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
Then I got on the SCi-fi brigade with "Dune". Well, I can see why Dune has such a cult following , although I don't think I'm going to be a part of it- I've seen too much of Prophecies and Strange orders that try to influence the Path of Destinies and Chosen Ones and so on and so forth.
The other one in the style of the whole "Prophecy " thingie was Robert Jordan's "Wheel of Time" series. Well, I've read only the first one, but it promises to be a long and involved series , so I think I'm going to have to put off reading the rest for later.
The rest were not so noteworthy - A couple of LM Montgomery's (of Anne of Green Gables fame?) - one was a book called "The Blue Castle" and another was from the Anne series - nice stuff to read before bed- sweet dreams and all that.
There was a Mary Stewart- best known for her Merlin Series - the Crystal Cave and so on (I'm trying to get my hands on the Wicked Day- My library has a record of the book , but not the book itself- and no transactions on the book? They swear its not lost- it never existed - then what's the record doing? - No clue... Huh?) Any the book I read was Airs above the Ground. Nice one.
Oooh and before I forget there are two more notables I want to add to that list- one is Ray Bradbury's "Farenheit 451" -That was good although it might havfe been overhyped a bit- it gives you a good picture of what a dystopia would be like , where books are burnt, and it is illegal to own a book. (I actually loved the way he described people in front of the idiot boxes of the future- that part of dystopis at least, is looking alarmingly likely)
And the other one is Kramer vs Kramer- the one that the movie of the same name is based and on which Akele Hum Akele Tum was based . That was a good read.
So... that was my winter list. Now I'm just going to let them all mull around in my mind for a bit and hope that Paul Atreides doesn't change places with Rand al' Thor in my head.
I'll go chronologically - mostly -
First - "Sophies' World" - another of my Intro to Philosophy type books- this was one I'd been searching for , and I found it among the ranks of German authors( howa was I to know that it was a translated book!?!) Any way that was excellent- even if it ended oddly- left me with a feeling of- "this story isn't over yet" .
Then Vikram Seth's "An Equal Music" - I finished it flying from LA to Pennsylvania- brilliant book - the man has a new fan in me- the next book on my list of things to read is "A Suitable Boy"
Then , there was the very readable and rather uplifting "Room With a View " by EM Forster"
And on my aunt's recommendation I read James Hilton's "Random Harvest" . Now most of Hilton's books tend to end sadly - this one had a very sweet ending though- although in terms of todays thrillers it seemed to take forever to get to the actual point of the story., but when it did ... well I heaved a sigh of contentment when I finished it- it was that kind of book you know? That doesn't leave you excited or confused or with your head whirling , trying to get your head around facts and leaps of logic, it just moves slowly and steadily , to a conclusion that leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
Then I got on the SCi-fi brigade with "Dune". Well, I can see why Dune has such a cult following , although I don't think I'm going to be a part of it- I've seen too much of Prophecies and Strange orders that try to influence the Path of Destinies and Chosen Ones and so on and so forth.
The other one in the style of the whole "Prophecy " thingie was Robert Jordan's "Wheel of Time" series. Well, I've read only the first one, but it promises to be a long and involved series , so I think I'm going to have to put off reading the rest for later.
The rest were not so noteworthy - A couple of LM Montgomery's (of Anne of Green Gables fame?) - one was a book called "The Blue Castle" and another was from the Anne series - nice stuff to read before bed- sweet dreams and all that.
There was a Mary Stewart- best known for her Merlin Series - the Crystal Cave and so on (I'm trying to get my hands on the Wicked Day- My library has a record of the book , but not the book itself- and no transactions on the book? They swear its not lost- it never existed - then what's the record doing? - No clue... Huh?) Any the book I read was Airs above the Ground. Nice one.
Oooh and before I forget there are two more notables I want to add to that list- one is Ray Bradbury's "Farenheit 451" -That was good although it might havfe been overhyped a bit- it gives you a good picture of what a dystopia would be like , where books are burnt, and it is illegal to own a book. (I actually loved the way he described people in front of the idiot boxes of the future- that part of dystopis at least, is looking alarmingly likely)
And the other one is Kramer vs Kramer- the one that the movie of the same name is based and on which Akele Hum Akele Tum was based . That was a good read.
So... that was my winter list. Now I'm just going to let them all mull around in my mind for a bit and hope that Paul Atreides doesn't change places with Rand al' Thor in my head.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Up and Down the East Coast Road
So... this post is in honour of the drive to Boston that we made... Now nearly a week ago Boston and Connecticut and a few forgettable state borders that we crossed in between as we made our way to the site of the great tea party.
Boston's a beautiful city... its got crowds that remind me of our great Indian cities, bright lights everywhere ...trees which haven't quite lost their fall richness , a lovely museum that has the largest Van de Graff geneator in the word( we were treated to a rather noisy show of indoor lightning) - anywa I regarded it as a bit of sacrilege that the said generator had been consigned to being a museum relic, instead of being in some hallowed research facility- but ah well, there's not a lot of scope for research left in that area is there?
Speaking of research facilities, Boston is the home of Harvard and MIT, and filled with awe and trepidation, tip-toed our way through the Holy Grail of Engineering Technology- MIT. (I thought the classes there looked like classes everywhere else- evidently they keep the Secret of their Successes out of the way of prying eyes)
On our way back we went through Connecticut, and I learnt to love New England and my home sometime in the future- after Venice , Paris and London of course- all said and done , the rustic countriside is all very well, but I'm a city girl.
New England has bookstores everywhere, (you can see where my love for the place sprang from) and it has very pretty scenery besides- that however, is incidental.
Anyway, that was one of the things I loved about Boston as well, a nice looking bookshop on every street, not the huge B&N or Borders, but cosy little Shop-Around- the- Corner like places. Not surprising I guess, since it is in every way a student town with over 90 Universities in and around the city.
Boston's a beautiful city... its got crowds that remind me of our great Indian cities, bright lights everywhere ...trees which haven't quite lost their fall richness , a lovely museum that has the largest Van de Graff geneator in the word( we were treated to a rather noisy show of indoor lightning) - anywa I regarded it as a bit of sacrilege that the said generator had been consigned to being a museum relic, instead of being in some hallowed research facility- but ah well, there's not a lot of scope for research left in that area is there?
Speaking of research facilities, Boston is the home of Harvard and MIT, and filled with awe and trepidation, tip-toed our way through the Holy Grail of Engineering Technology- MIT. (I thought the classes there looked like classes everywhere else- evidently they keep the Secret of their Successes out of the way of prying eyes)
On our way back we went through Connecticut, and I learnt to love New England and my home sometime in the future- after Venice , Paris and London of course- all said and done , the rustic countriside is all very well, but I'm a city girl.
New England has bookstores everywhere, (you can see where my love for the place sprang from) and it has very pretty scenery besides- that however, is incidental.
Anyway, that was one of the things I loved about Boston as well, a nice looking bookshop on every street, not the huge B&N or Borders, but cosy little Shop-Around- the- Corner like places. Not surprising I guess, since it is in every way a student town with over 90 Universities in and around the city.
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