A slight fuck up on my part as this domain name expired left visitors to this site looking at ads for penis enlargement etc (“Yaay! Improvement!” you say) Anyway, trying to fix the problem ended up with me having to pay both my hosting provider and my domain registrar for the domain coz one of them was being a difficult douchebag. I’m not bitter or anything but lets just say Santa is gonna be taking a dump this Christmas in the stockings of a certain person from a company “India Internets” (I know, what an original name, right?)
Moral of the story: Always buy your domain and your hosting from the same company. It shall save you money and yelling into the phone while you pull out your hair.
Anyway, normal programming resumes now. If you were one of the people who would rather look at penis enlargement ads click here. If you are reading this and thinking “Wait. What? You were gone for a while?” Eff you too.
I’ve been listening to a whole lot of music from Norwegian duo, Kings of Convenience and off their second album Riot on an Empty Street, this is my favourite single repeat song, The Build Up, featuring Canadian singer Feist.
(Alright, I’m giving up on trying to fix the grammar and punctuation in the previous sentence. It can’t be done. Besides, in a world where the dictionary now has the word unfriend in it and people who write for a living don’t know the difference between the words your and you’re I think I spend waaay too much time obsessing about grammar and punctuation, so much that spelling mistakes throw me off when I’m reading ahem… erotica (I know, I know, waaaaaaaay too much information and for the nerds among us… a parentheses inside a parentheses but what can I say…. proper grammar is sexy!))
Ola! The first post in a longish time. I’ve been caught up with life (turning down the third employee position I’ve ever been offered, looking for freelance work, traveling to the sea, the hills, the desert) partly busy off my ass with work (which is a new phenomenon this year) and partly A.D.D. (which is par for the course for me) as evidenced by the fact that sometimes I forget that I’m reading a book in my bedroom and launch into another one in the loo.(But I digress) So here goes..
A few weeks back an extremely kind soul (who shall henceforth be referred to as ‘M’) lent me a Nikon D200 and I’ve been going nuts with it. Last month I took some photos on a shoot at a huge cotton mill in Himachal Pradesh for a film I directed for the Ministry of Textiles and more recently I went to the Pushkar fair for the first time ever and shot a ton more pictures. The sights and the people were (and I can’t say this forcefully enough) stunningly beautiful and I would have taken even more photographs but I made the huge eff up of not taking the charger for the camera. (sorry M!)
So, for your consideration, here are the links to ‘teh Flickr’. Pushkar FairandCotton Mills at Baddi, Himachal Pradesh. My Flickr account is soon going to go over 200 pictures so nowadays I’m greeted by a not-so-subtle UPGRADE TO FLICKR PRO banner upon login. So, gift me a Flickr Pro account please (and while I’m panhandling how about an EOS 5D Mark II and a few fast primes?)
Some people have said the pictures were ahem, ‘brilliant’ but I’m undecided about whether they were being extremely polite or just wanted to get into my pants. (I mean, like who wouldn’t?)
So. Since I don’t want this to become yet another boring blog that only has posts about promising to post more often, (Stop saying “TOO LATE!” aloud) I shall leave you with this cute video of an adorable little French Bulldog puppy trying to right itself while I go think of something interesting to write about.
Recently posted photographs of my own (not so cute and frankly quite smelly) dogs are on ‘the Flickr’ here.Kindly amuse yourself. Those of you that aren’t dog people kindly fuck off already.
Please stand by. Normal programming shall resume shortly.
So, (I have to stop starting posting posts with that word) on a recent vacation in Goa that lasted nearly a month, I cycled around pretty little villages in North Goa like crazy (I also decided I would “Go For A Run” but that just ended with my thighs screaming “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO US?!“ at me and having to heave myself off the toilet the next morning by pulling my body up using the door handle because I was pretty much paralyzed from the waist down, but I digress…)
One of the many joys of cycling around was being able to listen to music with earphones in and be reasonably confident that I wouldn’t get run over by a bus or an SUV tearing around a blind corner in the opposite direction. Other joys included blasting down a hillside, free-wheeling at 45 or so, silently whooshing past little old ladies on Honda Activas, while resisting the urge to yell “Outta my way Jesus Lover! Comin’ through!”
Ahhh Goa!
I also managed to borrow a reasonably decent camera from the same charitable people who lent me their house and took a few photographs which are on ‘the flickr’here. Mostly old houses, abandoned and gone to seed, being slowly reclaimed by the undergrowth and some churches.
So, the song. Besides a ton of Goldfrapp and Tosca, this song by Groove Armada was playing in my ears a lot of the time and boy did it fit the setting. Its called At the River and is from the album Vertigo. If you want to hear Groove Armada’s best album though, SoundBoy Rock would be a better bet. Please ignore the video, which is a mash up of some footage including an Nvidia graphics demo from a few years back, when we would actually go out and buy a new graphics card and slot it into a desktop PC and then run the demo and ooh and ahhh (at the rendering not the chick, okay maybe a little bit at the chick)
Anyways, vacation over. Back to the mines. Same shit, different day. Repeat. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum .
A free concert for the 5% of us that can’t stand bhangra, indi-pop and hindi film music. A very nice change from the usual.
Shame it took a three hour flight full of wailing kids (that should have been checked in with the rest of the luggage) and a four hour drive down treacherously wet, hill roads in a car with weedy tires, no ABS and a driver blissfully ignorant of the concept of aqua-planing. But since I didn’t go skidding off the edge of the hill into the crisp, cool Meghalayan air, I’d say totally worth it.
One of the upshots of the ‘Cash for Clunkers’ programs put into place by many countries (U.S.A, Germany, U.K., to name a few) to stimulate the economy and ’save or create’ jobs is that thousands of perfectly decent cars (the ‘clunkers’ traded in) must be destroyed. This is one of the many videos of these clunkers being put to death that is floating around on ‘teh internets’, it looks like a late model Volvo S60 on death row. As part of the deal the car dealers accepting these cars as trade-ins must destroy them. They do this by putting either sulphuric acid or some sort of liquid glass compound into the cars’ engines which are first drained off of oil and then run them till they tear themselves apart. But can anyone spot what is wrong with this video?
So, for the first time in almost a decade there is a new Ferrari that is truly drop dead gorgeous. Beautifully balanced proportions, a big, rakish windscreen that plunges into the hood, flared haunches pulled taut over massive five spoke wheels with rubber-band thin tyres on them and that glorious, sinfully wet looking red paint.
British electronic/pop duo (composed of Dave Stewart and the hugely talented Annie Lennox) Eurythmics’ 1986 album Revenge featured this song “Missionary Man“. The duo are best known for their single “Sweet Dreams” from the album of the same name from 1983 but my favourite is this song. Classic Eurythmics, Annie Lennox’s powerful voice laid over Dave Stewart’s highly processed electronic arrangement. It was good enough to win them a Grammy.
