'I'll be judge, i'll be jury,'/ Said cunning old fury;/ 'I'll try the whole cause,/ and condemn you to death."
Friday, November 25, 2005
for her 'Contributions to Diversity'
and this of course is the current affairs section of my blog. The EU has just rewarded Aishwarya Rai for her "Contributions to Diversity"! Gave me so much joy i couldn't resist sharing it with the world at large, especially the part of it that missed the inner corner of page 12 (I think) of The Hindu today. Man that paper cracks me up practically everyday, and we take it because its the most serious publication available (if you discount the business standard i suppose) ... says great things about our news 'industry' don'it?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
"Does Humor Belong in Music?"
“In the real dark night of the Soul, it is always three o’clock in the morning.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Ah well, one always presumed, rather mistakenly as it turns out, that one had some sort of copyright on a time like that. I mean c’mon, what could be more quintessentially me than three in the a.m., some entertainment (Le sacre du printemps. Zbigniew Zamachowski. The Yardbirds. John Mayall. Cream - I’m not picky, unlike clapton), some cacao infused delectation and a little nicotine inhalation?
And of course, a well stocked fridge for when those munchies come calling. Ah the sweet and simple life, so very far it never has quite seemed before.
One’s brain is on its protesting way to becoming the most exercised muscle in one’s body, much to one’s chagrin. And one was recently unpleasantly surprised with the discovery of a hitherto comfortably missing guilt mechanism known as a conscience INSIDE ONE’S BODY! Now I know what they mean by ‘your body changes as you grow older’ – one will never quite be twenty again (tho’ here is not the time or place to mention sags and allsuch).
Incidentally, still searching for Nina Simone… all along the… naah.
Ah well, one always presumed, rather mistakenly as it turns out, that one had some sort of copyright on a time like that. I mean c’mon, what could be more quintessentially me than three in the a.m., some entertainment (Le sacre du printemps. Zbigniew Zamachowski. The Yardbirds. John Mayall. Cream - I’m not picky, unlike clapton), some cacao infused delectation and a little nicotine inhalation?
And of course, a well stocked fridge for when those munchies come calling. Ah the sweet and simple life, so very far it never has quite seemed before.
One’s brain is on its protesting way to becoming the most exercised muscle in one’s body, much to one’s chagrin. And one was recently unpleasantly surprised with the discovery of a hitherto comfortably missing guilt mechanism known as a conscience INSIDE ONE’S BODY! Now I know what they mean by ‘your body changes as you grow older’ – one will never quite be twenty again (tho’ here is not the time or place to mention sags and allsuch).
Incidentally, still searching for Nina Simone… all along the… naah.
Monday, November 07, 2005
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