tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13102520237740868932024-03-14T07:16:58.303-04:00Inscrutable desultory incoherent ramblingsThe Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-90276955854713822232007-10-13T03:05:00.000-04:002007-10-13T03:51:43.531-04:00How can man die better?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Published in 1842, the "Lays of Ancient Rome" is collection of ballads about heroic episodes in Roman history composed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Babbington_Macaulay">Thomas Babington Macaulay</a>. Incidentally, Lord Macaulay is the person we should all thank for a bilingual colonial India and for the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Penal_Code">Indian Penal Code</a>! :)<br /><br />But I digress. Coming back to the Lays...<br /><br />I just wrapped up <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Forsyth">Forsyth</a>'s "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Afghan-Frederick-Forsyth/dp/0451221834/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-3335041-2655112?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1192261283&sr=8-1">The Afghan</a>"... and on a couple of occasions, the lead character quotes lines from the lead poem of the Lays, "<a href="http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Horatius">Horatius</a>". The poem </span>concerns <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horatius_Cocles">Horatius Cocles</a>' heroic defense of the bridge to Rome against the Tuscan Army. I happened to read the poem, and while all of its 70 verses makes for an awesome read, the following lines are particularly powerful!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Then out spake brave Horatius,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the Captain of the Gate:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"To every man upon this earth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Death cometh soon or late.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">And how can man die better</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">than facing fearful odds,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">For the ashes of his fathers,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">And the temples of his Gods</span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-82279081652180774052007-10-12T21:20:00.000-04:002007-10-12T21:42:30.154-04:00One Art<p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Comcast can be so good to you sometimes! You sign up as a new subscriber, speak sweetly with the operator, and you could end up with a free year-long subscription to the HBO suite of channels!<br /><br />While flipping through the aforementioned channels I happened across a screening of "In Her Shoes" - this movie adaptation of the Jennifer Weiner novel, starring Cameron Diaz, Toni Collette and Shirley MacLaine, is surprisingly good and is highly recommended, but that's not what this post is about! This movie introduced me to one of my favorite poems! Believe it or not, the first time I encountered Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art" was when Cameron Diaz mumbled painfully through it during this movie... and as I watched that scene again today, I couldn't help but be reminded of the beauty of those words... and the emotions behind it! Read on:<br /></span></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The art of losing isn't hard to master;<br />so many things seem filled with the intent<br />to be lost that their loss is no disaster.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lose something every day. Accept the fluster<br />of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.<br />The art of losing isn't hard to master.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then practice losing farther, losing faster:<br />places, and names, and where it was you meant<br />to travel. None of these will bring disaster.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or<br />next-to-last, of three loved houses went.<br />The art of losing isn't hard to master.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,<br />some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.<br />I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture<br />I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident<br />the art of losing's not too hard to master<br />though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.</span></p>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-68934780854793892492007-10-04T12:10:00.000-04:002007-10-13T03:54:38.039-04:00In defense of the split infinitive...<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >{This post is a 'reply' to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809114649377776344">NK</a>'s comment on an earlier post of mine.<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You can find the original post and that comment <a href="http://thefalstaffian.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-grammar-is-hot.html">here</a>.}<br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Strictly speaking, the debate about the validity of split infinitives still rages on and using them is more a matter of personal preference than a grammatical <i>no can do</i>.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">For my part, as far as solecisms go, I love an occasional split infinitive. Moreover, as Wikipedia sagely reminded me, one of the most famous split infinitives occurs in the opening sequence of the Star Trek television series: <i>to boldly go where no man has gone before!</i> And I say if it works for Captain Kirk, it works for me! :-) <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Actually, Wikipedia has a very fair and balanced <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Split_infinitive">discussion</a> on the subject. I think this line sums it up best: "Most experts on language now agree that the split infinitive is sometimes appropriate. Those who use it consciously may see it as a form of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperbaton">hyperbaton</a>, and some major poets have employed this to good effect." There! I seem to have won half the battle. Now if only I can finish that epic poem I started... ;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Speaking of poets and split infinitives, I would be remiss if I didn't include the Bard's Sonnet 142 here:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana;"> </i></span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,<br />Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:<br />O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,<br />And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;<br />Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,<br />That have profan'd their scarlet ornaments<br />And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,<br />Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.<br />Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those<br />Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:<br />Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,<br />Thy pity may deserve <b>to pitied be</b>.</i><br /><i>If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,</i><br /><i>By self-example mayst thou be denied!</i></span></p>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-9439121394355339912007-08-24T19:53:00.001-04:002007-09-08T23:38:09.424-04:00Good Grammar Is Hot!<span style="font-family:verdana;">Found this on a </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.facebook.com/">Facebook</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> community which goes by the name "Good Grammar Is Hot"! :-)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now, I am no grammar prude (and have been known to make more than an acceptable number of grammatical errors on my off days), but I must admit that meeting blokes who completely butcher the Queen's tongue with reckless abandon is mildly infuriating... Actually, scratch that - it's not so much people who make mistakes that irk me as it is people who are affronted when you offer constructive feedback. I, for one, say that there's no easier way to learn than to proactively seek criticism when you commit a <span style="font-style: italic;">faux pas</span>... but until I keep meeting people who don't subscribe to that viewpoint, I say more power to the grammar sheriff! ;-)</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9CfkI6CYYHGSGlAM8XEMo5L1e-VU8tnol7KyEhVqWuD2Bq-X3psQMGrEFCVnSDhc1Gk4rH1jqnwegd29W-9iBnZjP-2hQwY9fd_oecP7ocX4xQ28408JYr1goL63e8sB-TsOwoVUZLju/s1600-h/n507368640_109527_9314.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9CfkI6CYYHGSGlAM8XEMo5L1e-VU8tnol7KyEhVqWuD2Bq-X3psQMGrEFCVnSDhc1Gk4rH1jqnwegd29W-9iBnZjP-2hQwY9fd_oecP7ocX4xQ28408JYr1goL63e8sB-TsOwoVUZLju/s400/n507368640_109527_9314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102421673266569650" border="0" /></a>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-29815752857725797022007-08-18T09:36:00.000-04:002007-08-18T09:40:02.985-04:00Tell All The Truth...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Found this one posted on another subway wall today... Emily Dickinson's "Tell all the truth but tell it slant". MTA's "Poetry In Motion" initiative continues to entertain!</span><br /></span><pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—<br />Success in Circuit lies<br />Too bright for our infirm Delight<br />The Truth's superb surprise<br /><br />As Lightning to the Children eased<br />With explanation kind<br />The Truth must dazzle gradually<br />Or every man be blind—</span></pre>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-57475991834037254082007-07-25T17:07:00.000-04:002007-07-25T17:58:43.657-04:00O Tell Me the Truth About Love<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nowhere in the U.S. does public transit have as much of a flavor and as much of a life of its own as in NYC! The sights - sometimes heartening, sometimes heart-rending, the sounds - sometimes sweet and enthralling, often times deafening, and the smells... oh the smells! Rarely are those anything but nauseating! :)<br /><br />Amidst all this are the people... the quintessential New Yorkers - People who refuse to make eye-contact, lest you are one of those freaks who lurks in Central Park at night, are crushed up against others who need but the smallest of excuses to lapse into an animated discussion about that book you are reading!<br /><br />Faced with such contradictions, it would be hard to imagine a curious person like me doing anything but people-watching... Alas, this breed of humans doesn't take too kindly to being stared at! Which kinda limits my options...hehe. So often times, I pick my poison - between catching up on my reading and listening to the latest podcasts, I usually have my 50 minute commute pretty well covered! :) But sometimes I just don't feel like doing either, and it is then that I keep myself busy by intently reading the subway signs and advertisements!<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway, recently I was pleasantly surprised to see the following lines from </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._H._Auden">W.H.Auden</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">'s "</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">O Tell Me the Truth About Love" posted in one of the subway cars:</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >When it comes, will it come without warning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Just as I'm picking my nose,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Will it knock on my door in the morning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Or tread in the bus on my toes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Will it come like a change in the weather,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Will its greeting be courteous or bluff,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Will it alter my life altogether?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > O tell me the truth about love.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You can find the full poem <a href="http://www.geocities.com/infinitum_poetry/otellmethetruthaboutlove.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Now I am not a big fan of Auden's work, but I must admit that I have always liked this one quite a bit. So I asked around... and realized that this was a part of the <a href="http://www.mta.info/">MTA</a>'s "<a href="http://www.mta.info/mta/pim/index.html">Poetry in Motion</a>" campaign, a 15-year old partnership between the MTA and<span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">the <a href="http://www.poetrysociety.org/">Poetry Society of America</a> (PSA). Starting in 1992 with </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Crossing Brooklyn Ferry" by Walt Whitman, "Hope is the Thing with Feathers" by Emily Dickinson, "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats, and "Let There Be New Flowering" by Lucille Clifton, each year the MTA and the PSA jointly select poems that are displayed in subway cars and buses either in full or as excerpts! You can find some of the past poems <a href="http://www.poetrysociety.org/motion/mapsite/pimpoems/newyork/nyindex.html">here</a>. What a brilliant idea! Nothing like a smart verse or two to brighten up one's commute - for once, I think, a bureaucratic policy seems to be doing more good than harm! :)</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-51367742303316449282007-06-28T11:13:00.000-04:002007-06-28T11:19:30.598-04:00Go Asok!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Having met a few ignorant foreigners of my own, I can say in all honesty that there have been times when I wished I could do this! Hehe ;-)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHYVR7YX9mhAWbSFVzeZvzcBw70F79ROJlRtBWZtto45USrVHEDyvePC68yiGD0oS0710qAKQ6ksNks_IarwT8hZAbz99KEAyos85gZMNHTvwlsYob07I_HlrPz7yMIrZQlO9VEg68LBs/s1600-h/Asok.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHYVR7YX9mhAWbSFVzeZvzcBw70F79ROJlRtBWZtto45USrVHEDyvePC68yiGD0oS0710qAKQ6ksNks_IarwT8hZAbz99KEAyos85gZMNHTvwlsYob07I_HlrPz7yMIrZQlO9VEg68LBs/s400/Asok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081134589839446978" border="0" /></a>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-83312680903724140002007-06-23T23:13:00.000-04:002007-06-24T09:10:15.864-04:00I do not love thee with mine eyes...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">{Thanks to the good folks at </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://dailypuppy.com/">The Daily Puppy</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">}<br /><br />Here's the next edition of "some cute puppies for you"! :)<br /><br />These pics reminded me of the first few lines of Shakespeare's <a href="http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/141.html">Sonnet 141</a>... The canine countenance just seem to have that weird effect on me - It's this totally innocent, trusting gaze... It seems to pierce right through the outer facade, and peek into the deepest recesses of my heart. Frankly, it confounds me a little - I can't help but wonder how, despite all the crap these creatures see us do, they still manage to find something in us that they can love and be faithful to. Herein might lie one explanation:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >For they in thee a thousand errors note;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">--</span><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCVZrSUqpiP6fMyObJqz6eAK5UUhIvDzov3rkWs8XwvanHZcWviT55mvsdaBUJGRKuRAon8cRzwCojkOgultNm06t2zOjJxs_YJbJqlDkoLpHvTXpoz3_NXLU2B-PTY068Xx-PjOOZe-9/s1600-h/blondlab.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCVZrSUqpiP6fMyObJqz6eAK5UUhIvDzov3rkWs8XwvanHZcWviT55mvsdaBUJGRKuRAon8cRzwCojkOgultNm06t2zOjJxs_YJbJqlDkoLpHvTXpoz3_NXLU2B-PTY068Xx-PjOOZe-9/s400/blondlab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079464438263408418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIZaWuLo0UGcRVBTWgbgURGSSnVNbQMqJXAZc5Vj8HahUlgeJUS1qgGA6J89u2q8fmx82sw8Eqq2x2j0xiKGCJJ0e-9bY1mN8hCfhBQZY3SN3u5WX4DD_1EC4jQV3hBOykgWSkhz5UP_V/s1600-h/sammy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIZaWuLo0UGcRVBTWgbgURGSSnVNbQMqJXAZc5Vj8HahUlgeJUS1qgGA6J89u2q8fmx82sw8Eqq2x2j0xiKGCJJ0e-9bY1mN8hCfhBQZY3SN3u5WX4DD_1EC4jQV3hBOykgWSkhz5UP_V/s400/sammy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079464622947002162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-67008433444459357432007-06-22T06:46:00.000-04:002007-06-22T06:55:31.644-04:00Call me a Pollyanna if you like...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">{This post is a 'reply' to </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00028244656650109424">vrroom</a><span style="font-family: verdana;">'s question: <span style="font-style: italic;">Are we evolving or degenerating?</span> You can find the original post </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://varunted.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-we-what-we-really-think-we-are.html">here</a><span style="font-family: verdana;">.}<br /><br />This is actually a very pertinent question - depending on who you ask, we as a generation are either at the pinnacle of human achievement or in the deepest possible abyss of human depravity... I actually think it's neither of the above - IMHO, if you set up a report card of sorts to measure the progressiveness of one human generation against another, all the generations would perform identically on a sum total basis, provided you picked a just set of metrics! :)<br /><br />So while the current generation is probably one's best bet if you want a life expectancy greater than, say, 30 years - almost every other generation before ours lost millions to scourges like plagues, cholera, typhus... and yes, war - we still leave much to be desired in terms of general 'happiness' quotient. I think, almost every generation has contributed immensely to our understanding of science and the evolution of human art and culture. If we consider ourselves as stewards of our planet, it is undeniable that the current generation has made a royal mess of the ecosystem - but, on a relative basis, I don't think we have performed much worse than the guys who pumped the first toxic pollutants out there during the Industrial Revolution. And yes, things like reservations and intolerance and hunger and poverty do make one wonder if we are still in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_ages">Dark Ages</a>, but no generation of the past was ever devoid of social maladies.<br /><br />In summary, I think as a civilization, the human race has flat-lined for centuries. On a relative basis, it's hard to make a case saying that we have truly progressed... but it would be equally hard to make a case saying that we have regressed. That being said, history needn't necessarily be the crutch we use as an excuse to do nothing... We have all the tools we will ever need to become a 'progressive' generation - to end poverty in our lifetime... to remedy the 'climate' issue for good... to find cures for several deadly diseases... to bring people of different races, nationalities, social classes and cultures together in a dialogue like never before. All we need to do is believe that we can, and then take some goddamn action! :)<br /></span></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-7316188876379156152007-06-21T13:26:00.000-04:002007-06-21T16:12:48.843-04:00Mmmmmmm...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I just had some more of <a href="http://edys.slowchurned.com/flavor.aspx?b=117&f=1671">this</a> heavenly ice-cream that I bought a couple of days ago - Edy's Slow Churned Rich & Creamy's <span style="font-style: italic;">French Silk</span> flavor! As the package describes it, it's chocolate mocha mousse light ice cream with chocolaty chips swirled with vanilla mousse light ice cream... Mmmmmmm... ;)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14S5emkGd1Dnan8-eIdbbEGjft04VPVWm3wzERD0xUmi8HHDmNHl6XYoCLwBP0vofTwRUxnvi1ffE_3jPTwgS7ZZEJAbX-dNfjonR-n32FnmjDvNgSLdmRGAARO269qVehEL6rvJJs8gC/s1600-h/1671p.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14S5emkGd1Dnan8-eIdbbEGjft04VPVWm3wzERD0xUmi8HHDmNHl6XYoCLwBP0vofTwRUxnvi1ffE_3jPTwgS7ZZEJAbX-dNfjonR-n32FnmjDvNgSLdmRGAARO269qVehEL6rvJJs8gC/s400/1671p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078572571124524818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />The packaging would also have me believe that I am consuming 1/2 the fat and 1/3 the calories that I normally would have from a similar product! I'll be damned if I care...hehe. I am not going to let a little over-salubriousness on Edy's part keep me away from what is otherwise a perfectly sinfully delicious flavor! ;)<br /><br />For the record, I totally love it... and can't wait to end this post and go and have some more! ;)<br /></span></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-69596334482895483442007-06-20T20:12:00.000-04:002007-06-20T20:30:18.548-04:00Blast from the past: Rein in these Hounds!<span style="font-family:verdana;">--</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sunday, October 10, 2004</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Rein in these Hounds!</span><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Watched this awesome documentary called "Control Room" a few days ago... It's on Al Jazeera and the whole scenario surrounding the oppression of objective journalism in today's world... It really struck a chord...</span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Come to think of it what is this 'reality' that we speak of? Is it something tangible and universal or merely our perception of events? And if it is the latter, then shouldn't we be immensely worried about the rampant abuse of all the media around us which shape our perceptions?!!</span></div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">I have watched FOX News butcher every notion of "fair and balanced" reporting that I had... I have seen the 'Times of India' turn into a dishrag, shamelessly furthering the cause of its corporate cousins (like Indiatimes and Times FM)... I have seen the political spin-masters weaving their webs merely minutes after a candidate has said something and trying to convert his message into something totally unrecognizable! But that's not the real shocking bit - the most frustrating part is that common people like you and me seem to be swayed by all this wand-waving!</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">With the media playing such a dramatic role in all 'our' views and opinions it really is a wonder that we don't do more to ensure that we indeed get ONLY the 'news' and not the 'opinions'... Infact to take it one step further, sometimes we get neither news nor opinions, but complete fiction! But then again, mebbe the reason we hear what we hear is simply because that is indeed what we WANT to hear! If more people took a stand and said 'enough is enough', these slaves of ratings would have to stop and take notice and change their errant ways!</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">And may I add that 'errant' doesn't really say it all - Misconstruing Kerry's pragmatic thought on measuring up to global standards of propriety and turning it into some garbage about 'global veto' is blasphemy and slander and not 'errant' behaviour... 'Errant' is what a 5-yr old kid is when he breaks the cookie jar!!! When TOI uses a quarter of the front page on the world's largest-selling English daily to harp on about some dating funda on '8888', it's bordering on cheap prostitution, not an 'errant' act!!!</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Today's media needs to hear this loud and clear - We the people are adults...and are capable of independent thought! We DO NOT need you to tell us what message to draw from what we see! We are in a democracy goddamit - not some state-sponsored thought-sanitization program! Documentaries like 'Control Room' need to be seen by us all - if it doesn't make you erupt into a vicious tirade like this, it will atleast make you uncomfortable enough to stop and reflect for a while!</span></p>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-44090704963127273892007-06-20T19:47:00.000-04:002007-06-20T20:04:45.947-04:00Blast from the past: Bob Dylan's coming to town!<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Oh god, I remember this day so so clearly - I was so excited that I was going for a Dylan concert... Unfortunately, the show was one of the biggest letdowns ever! Dylan creaked and croaked through most of the songs, letting the instruments play on instead of doing much singing... But I guess one must make allowances for his age. In hindsight, I am going to find consolation in the fact that I got to see a legend that up close! :)<br /></span></span><br />--<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Friday, October 08, 2004</span></span><br /><!-- Begin .post --> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana;" name="109727006486155049"></a></span> <h3 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="post-title"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Bob Dylan's<span style="font-family:verdana;"> coming to town!</span></span></span></h3><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >When I was in eighth grade, some teacher of mine dreamt up the notion that I had a good singing voice! This delusion led her to make me sing a song (which I instantly took an immense liking to) in our annual school performances! While that performance is a memory best forgotten, the song has stayed with me through all these years... primarily because the words still resonate true even in todays day and age - nearly 45 years after the song was first written!!!!:O:O That song was Bob Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind"... a veritable classic...</span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Since then, over these past few years, I have grown to love and admire the work of the great Mr. Zimmerman... So you can imagine my excitement when I found out that Bob Dylan HIMSELF was g</span>oing to be performing LIVE in UCSB's Events Center... Right here, in my freakin' university!!! Yippeee Doooo! So the tickets were bought promptly and now all I can do is count the days off till October 21st... </span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"> </div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here are those wonderful lyrics of the very first Dylan song I ever heard:</span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">=====</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>BLOWIN' IN THE WIND</strong></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">How many roads must a man walk down<br />Before you call him a man?<br />Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail<br />Before she sleeps in the sand?<br />Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly<br />Before they're forever banned?<br />The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,<br />The answer is blowin' in the wind.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">How many years can a mountain exist<br />Before it's washed to the sea?<br />Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist<br />Before they're allowed to be free?<br />Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,<br />Pretending he just doesn't see?<br />The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,<br />The answer is blowin' in the wind.</span></p><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"> </div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">How many times must a man look up</span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Before he can see the sky?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have</span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Before he can hear people cry?</span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows</span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">That too many people have died?</span></div><div face="verdana" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,</span></div><div face="verdana" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">The answer is blowin' in the wind.<br /><br /></span></div><div face="verdana" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="justify"> </div><div face="verdana" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">=====</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="justify"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">For more such Dylan lyrics, here's a great site to check out: <a href="http://orad.dent.kyushu-u.ac.jp/dylan/default.html">http://orad.dent.kyushu-u.ac.jp/dylan/default.html</a></span></p><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="justify"> </div><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Bob Dylan is the man who is said to have represented an era... a man who spoke for an entire generation... In 13 days when he speaks again, I will be right there listening with my ears tweaked:D:D</span></p>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-70249273517405831752007-06-20T19:36:00.000-04:002007-06-20T19:47:01.055-04:00Blast from the past: Indians in the news... in weirdly different ways ;-)<span class="big"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Both these video links are dead, and while the first one is lost forever, I did manage to find and embed the Russell Peters' video below... Enjoy!<br /><br />--<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Thursday, October 07, 2004<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" class="post-title"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Indians in the news... in weirdly different ways ;-)</span> </span></h3> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="post-body"> <p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well, this one's gonna be a real shorty...hehe. Over the past few days I came across 2 radically different examples of Indians in the news out here in the US and Canada! </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">The first is from the Conan O'Brien Show:</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://methodshop.com/tech/articles/conan/">http://methodshop.com/tech/articles/conan/</a></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Quite a hilarious take on the whole out-sourcing bizness... ;-)</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">And this second piece is by a Canadian-Indian (I think) stand-up comic who goes by the name Russell Peters... This one's a blast too!</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://jariwala.net/russellpeters.ram">http://jariwala.net/russellpeters.ram</a></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm sure you guys are gonna have a blast looking these up...</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Enjoy!</span></p> </div>--<br /><br /><embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-2579833089500205658&hl=en" flashvars=""></embed>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-91909896170817565252007-06-20T19:19:00.000-04:002007-06-20T19:36:04.047-04:00Blast from the past: Cracking the Cherry ;-)<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A l<span style="font-family:verdana;">ong, long time ago - </span></span></span><span class="big"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">2 years, 8 months, 14 days ago, to be precise - I had started another blog... I had been in the U.S. for just over 395 days, and I don't really know what I was thinking... I actually thought that I would be able to make time during grad school to write regular updates and posts - how wrong I was! Hehe. The blog 'died' after just 4 days... and only surfaced again this morning when a very dear friend reminded me of its existence!<br /><br />So I went right back... looked through some of those posts... and it's all so funny! I sound like a different person... naive and way-more clueless than I feel today! It felt like I had put a piece of myself into a time capsule, forgotten all about it, and had now stumbled upon it most unexpectedly! Purely for academic purposes, I will now reproduce 4 of my posts from that ill-fated first attempt at b<span style="font-family:verdana;">logging... Here's hoping my 'blog' has better luck this time around! Hehe :)<br /><br />P.S. Btw, if the whole "calculating the days between two dates" bit amused you, <a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/date/duration.html">here</a>'s when you can do some conversions of your own!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">--</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Thursday, October 07, 2004</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >Cracking the Cherry ;-)</span><br /></span></span></span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well, my oh my... Look what we got here... My very first entry in Blogger... Lemme tell you why this is such a BIG step for me ;-)</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ever since I was a kid I've read these creepy books wherein the protagonist's journal entries somehow came back to haunt them in their later lives... Add to that the apparently ungainly fear that I might die tomorrow and someone I didn't want to would make millions by publishing these very private works (a la Anne Frank), and you had a potent set of reasons to stay away from writing journals of any variety! hehe. Besides, I never really saw any virtue in writing down one's thoughts on paper as a therapeutic device when infact similar or better results could be achieved by a simple 10 minute discussion with self (self-talk is what the shrinks like to call it, me thinks) while sitting on the commode ;-)</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">But then what's changed today? Why am I here? Why have I joined the ranks of those millions who identify with that exceptionally cheesy phrase "Dear Diary"...:D:D?? Very frankly, I donno... I guess I saw this somewhere, thought it was a cool concept and said "why not?"...</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">But that's the funny bit - this isn't really like the journals of yore... Here we very much expect that someone might read these thoughts that we put down... Infact some might be putting them down for that very reason... hehe. Who cares! It's an experiment, and I'm a scientist... And I'll be damned if I discount it without giving it it's fair chance to flap its arms around and make a bid at survival... ;-) With these words I embark... and I hope in the days to come, I have very good reasons to continue... But we are getting ahead of ourselves here - that's something only time will tell!</span></p>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-43935507647884927412007-06-19T08:20:00.000-04:002007-06-19T08:34:50.541-04:00Jacques the Labrador/Shar-Pei Mix<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">{Thanks to the good folks at </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://dailypuppy.com/">The Daily Puppy</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">}<br /><br />I think I may have just found the "breed" I want to get when I finally do get me a dog! Hehe. He is so adorable! :)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsOl_0fY9k5WlRqGbfbIbDMCQGSwK4LT2aPRgbc86H49UO3svrFKjpLNwIYWe6sQKxBX6aiDEBy7baOPO2fxhRc3lBJbbYrbmVd3DmRJGf94azUhLk976kf-hfihsc40VLHA1KzQRM76_/s1600-h/jacques_labsharpei11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsOl_0fY9k5WlRqGbfbIbDMCQGSwK4LT2aPRgbc86H49UO3svrFKjpLNwIYWe6sQKxBX6aiDEBy7baOPO2fxhRc3lBJbbYrbmVd3DmRJGf94azUhLk976kf-hfihsc40VLHA1KzQRM76_/s400/jacques_labsharpei11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077750329700476594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mDBe57ov1gP07LFAXKAO0Am8uC7QzbmyM3BhfJxTFWgF0Qpfr22TACWRIQ2gs9IVpPoGI1vWYrXOw5T6D5ZT28zNGq2eMzsvh1twBPekwX2n766cTUUbMzzIzezmGtzzktJoviV4Dljx/s1600-h/jacques_labsharpei08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mDBe57ov1gP07LFAXKAO0Am8uC7QzbmyM3BhfJxTFWgF0Qpfr22TACWRIQ2gs9IVpPoGI1vWYrXOw5T6D5ZT28zNGq2eMzsvh1twBPekwX2n766cTUUbMzzIzezmGtzzktJoviV4Dljx/s400/jacques_labsharpei08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077750986830472914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaPhIiR1PDTD0YP-rJr5AefRRJoVYkshBX_dJ15c_SVZRjqVWMUmpRnb6pWfDmOpWgsZAzAec1GeCPJ1MCy-_kcfPcN8HVIguH4Gzvq0ZY64V06Fdlh3wqHEHl6jtUoxXT8H7_RKsAv37/s1600-h/jacques_labsharpei10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibaPhIiR1PDTD0YP-rJr5AefRRJoVYkshBX_dJ15c_SVZRjqVWMUmpRnb6pWfDmOpWgsZAzAec1GeCPJ1MCy-_kcfPcN8HVIguH4Gzvq0ZY64V06Fdlh3wqHEHl6jtUoxXT8H7_RKsAv37/s400/jacques_labsharpei10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077752850846279394" border="0" /></a>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-89744540247205629402007-06-18T06:53:00.000-04:002007-06-25T17:03:40.500-04:00Butchy the Labrador Mix<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">{Thanks to the good folks at </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://dailypuppy.com/">The Daily Puppy</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">}</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />My pick for today's edition of "here's a cute-as-hell-puppy" is Butchy, the Labrador Mix. And it was heartening to hear that she was rescued from a shelter. Having volunteered at a dog shelter not too long ago, I know firsthand how much the dogs there could use a good friend. While the conditions are certainly a lot better in than out on the streets, a dog shelter is still a high-stress environment for the dogs.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Most of the shelter dogs have had a traumatic life - the unlucky ones have been abused, beaten, starved; the lucky ones were merely left to die on the streets when their 'family' had to move somewhere and decided that the dog was too much of a burden to take along; the truly lucky ones get picked up by rescue workers who bring them into the shelter. The volunteer-run shelters (the less said about the state-run shelters the better...hehe) survive on community support and charitable donations and typically struggle to make ends meet. And pecuniary strangulation isn't the only thing I'm talking about - what they suffer from is an acute shortage of volunteers!<br /><br />Like I was saying, a shelter is a high-stress environment for dogs. They are confined in small cages in very close proximity to a ton of other barking, howling, traumatized dogs. Compounded with their painful past, it doesn't really give them a fair shot at a proper rehabilitation. That's where the volunteers come in - at a typical shelter, the volunteers help feed the dogs, take them out for walks, play with them... and just generally give the dogs something to wag those tails at! :) However, such volunteers are usually a high-turnover corps, leading to times when the shelters are left with no one to give the pooches the much-needed R&R!! I'm not one to preach, but I do urge you - if you are in the U.S. and have never checked out an animal shelter, please find one near you using <a href="http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=shelter_2k5_searchShelter">this ASPCA link</a>. On a lazy Saturday afternoon, walk/drive to that shelter, and spend some time getting to know the dogs and feeding them some treats - it will make a huge difference in their day, and you will leave feeling a little more at peace with yourself - I guarantee it!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aFB2nQu3XAU_6w4nTJhXAtyfznIDCACGWBSZr-wt1kEaW0WJNYU8SZXBZMBRWi26e1CkkWwFQuvnxL_46xDVnG8_Ov-8aGFu7QC8j_wZSQ1ZiBUSnzdm9U6NppTqIHmpSebhTfAUqhwt/s1600-h/butchy_labrador_mix_07.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aFB2nQu3XAU_6w4nTJhXAtyfznIDCACGWBSZr-wt1kEaW0WJNYU8SZXBZMBRWi26e1CkkWwFQuvnxL_46xDVnG8_Ov-8aGFu7QC8j_wZSQ1ZiBUSnzdm9U6NppTqIHmpSebhTfAUqhwt/s400/butchy_labrador_mix_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077362416844236418" border="0" /></a>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-73713922250825587662007-06-17T22:11:00.000-04:002007-06-17T23:00:40.651-04:00Aaargghhhh... I just can't take it any more!<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386588/">Hitch</a> has been playing on <a href="http://www.tbs.com/">TBS</a> two weekends in a row now... and my housemate and I can't take it any more... hehe. Now don't get me wrong - it's not that we don't enjoy the movie - it's quite cute and conducts itself as credibly as a <span style="font-style: italic;">rom-com</span> possibly can! It's just that those lines are ekdum "too much"! Total <span style="font-style: italic;">dil pe ghaanv</span> and stuff... hehe! And neither he nor I are particularly in the mood for mush...<br /><br />So I am going to do what one should do with all demons - face them... :) Here are some of the 'memorable' quotes from <span style="font-style: italic;">Hitch</span>!<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" name="qt0188040"></a><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/">Hitch</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0578949/">Sara</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: What should we toast to? </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/">Hitch</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/">Hitch</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: Basic Principles - no woman wakes up saying "God, I hope I don't get swept off my feet today!" Now, she might say "This is a really bad time for me," or something like "I just need some space," or my personal favorite "I'm really into my career right now." You believe that? Neither does she. You know why? 'Cause she's lying to you, that's why. You understand me? Lying! It's not a bad time for her. She doesn't need any space. And she may be into her career, but what she's really saying is "Uh, get away from me now," or possibly "Try harder, stupid," but which one is it? 60% of all human communication is nonverbal, body language; 30% is your tone, so that means 90% of what you're saying ain't coming out of your mouth. Of course she's going to lie to you! She's a nice person! She doesn't want to hurt your feelings! What else she going to say? She doesn't even know you... yet. Luckily, the fact is that just like the rest of us, even a beautiful woman doesn't know what she wants until she sees it, and that's where I come in. My job is to open her eyes. Basic Principles - no matter what, no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet; he just needs the right broom. </span><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >--<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/">Hitch</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: What's that? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" > [</span><i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="fine">indicating the donuts</i><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >] </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0416673/">Albert</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: I figured maybe if my heart stops beating it wouldn't hurt so bad. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >--</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0416673/">Albert</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: You know, honestly, I never knew I could feel like this. You know? I swear I'm, I'm going out of my mind. It's like I want to throw myself off of every building in New York. I, I see a cab and I just wanna dive in front of it because then I'll stop thinking about her. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/">Hitch</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: Look, you will. Just give it time. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0416673/">Albert</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" >: That's just it. I don't want to. I mean, I've waited my whole life to feel this miserable. I mean, and if this is the only way I can stay connected with her, then... well, this is who I have to be. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hai haiiiiiiii! Like </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >fultoo zhakaas</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">! Hehehe! That last one totally gets me... every single time! :) Anyway, now that the beast hath finally been slain, I can safely head off to bed and call it a night!</span><br /></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-2025710284736300542007-06-17T19:33:00.000-04:002007-06-17T20:24:14.108-04:00Ooooo - going... going... goneeeeeee!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just watched <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Cabrera">Angel Cabrera</a> make some magic to hold off Furyk and Woods, and become the first Argentinian to win the <a href="http://www.golfsurround.com/usopen/">US Open</a>... and the <a href="http://www.oakmont-countryclub.org/">Oakmont Country Club</a> undoubtedly provided some of toughest greens in golfing history for him to work off of!<br /><br />As I watched Tiger chip away assiduously to make par all through the back 9... up to that must-make birdie at the 18th, I (and almost everyone else watching, I am sure) kept hoping for a miracle... A miracle which, this time around, just didn't come! It appears that whether we want to believe it or not, Tiger is a mere mortal after all! Hehe. :)<br /><br />But our collective hope for a miracle was not unfounded - anyone who's seen Woods do what his did in 2005 at <a href="http://www.masters.org/en_US/index.html">The Masters</a> in Augusta, GA can't help but expect just a little more of that every time he walks onto the green... Kinda like how we expected Sachin, once upon a time, to hit a century every time he set his foot upon the pitch! If you weren't lucky enough to have watched live what I am talking about, check out the video below... As a little background - Tiger was 29 then... hoping to win his 4th Masters, and 11th major... and man, was he great! Here's hoping he serves up a ton more of the same!<br /><br /></span></span><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnYSPnNlWrw"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnYSPnNlWrw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-8818414231794001792007-06-17T17:05:00.001-04:002007-06-18T10:44:40.071-04:00Working Class Hero...<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >In <a href="http://thefalstaffian.blogspot.com/2007/06/gawd-i-am-such-sap.html">an earlier post</a>, I talked about what is probably Lennon's most overtly anti-establishment song - <span style="font-style: italic;">Working Class Hero</span>. It appeared on </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >the 1970 album <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lennon/Plastic_Ono_Band">John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band</a>, Lennon's first official solo effort which routinely pops up on various "Top 100 albums of all times" lists! As you read the lyrics (see below), you see the themes of class and social alienation that originated in Lennon's bourgeois upbringing and figured prominently in his post Beatles' musical voice.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">As soon as your born they make you feel small, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">By giving you no time instead of it all, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">Then they expect you to pick a career, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">When you can't really function you're so full of fear, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">And you think you're so clever and classless and free, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">There's room at the top they are telling you still, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">But first you must learn how to smile as you kill, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">If you want to be like the folks on the hill, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">A working class hero is something to be. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">If you want to be a hero well just follow me, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">If you want to be a hero well just follow me.</span><br /><br />There are so many parts of this song that resonate with me - For example, I get 'ambition'... I might even get 'driving your kids till they are totally focused on success'... But sometimes I can't help but wonder if we take it a little too far? I mean, how many people do we all know who go through 20-30 years of their life, only to look back and wonder, "where did all that time go? why didn't I enjoy the journey more?". I think there is a lot of virtue in enjoying the ride! After all, that's the only thing that comes with a guarantee - given the vagaries of life, there's no telling when the 'end' might come! :)<br /><br />Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised during a recent episode of <span style="font-style: italic;">American Idol</span>, when <a href="http://www.greenday.com/">Green Day</a> got on stage and sang a very respectable cover of this song! I gumshoed a little and realized that this cover was part of a bigger effort - Some of the biggest names in music (U2, R.E.M., Black Eyed Peas, Snow Patrol, etc.) have come together for a benefit-album project. This one, called </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Instant-Karma-Amnesty-International-Campaign/dp/B000PMG9G2"><span class="sans">Instant Karma: Campaign to Save Darfur</span></a></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sans" >, donates all its proceeds to <a href="http://www.amnesty.org/">Amnesty International</a>'s humanitarian efforts in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darfur_conflict">Darfur</a>. The album features 23 songs from Lennon's post-<span style="font-style: italic;">Beatles</span> catalog, including classics like 'Imagine', 'Power To The People', 'Isolation', 'Mother', 'Give Peace A Chance', and 'Beautiful Boy'. (Watch the promo ad <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGbP23uHYE8">here</a> and buy the album if you can - it's good music, and the proceeds benefit a cause that's begging for our intervention.)<br /><br />Meanwhile here's the video of the Green Day cover - doesn't it just make you wonder, "how can we let this happen to our fellow man"? :(<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><object style="font-family: verdana;" height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPPgeDhGzKY"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPPgeDhGzKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-12495568749452949382007-06-17T13:23:00.000-04:002007-06-17T14:18:20.659-04:00Kleiner's Laws<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >It's hard to be in my line of work and not have heard of <a href="http://www.kpcb.com/index.html">KPCB</a> - As far as venture capital firms go, this is the grand daddy of them all! With a portfolio that includes, amongst others, <a href="http://www.google.com/">Google</a>, <a href="http://www.palm.com/">Palm</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/">Amazon</a>, <a href="http://www.getnetscape.com/">Netscape</a> (since acquired by <a href="http://www.aol.com/">AOL</a>, which it also invests in), <a href="http://www.ea.com/">Electronic Arts</a>, <a href="http://www.cypress.com/">Cypress Semiconductor</a>, <a href="http://www.sun.com/">Sun Microsystems</a>, and <a href="http://www.gene.com/">Genentech</a>, KPCB is the poster child of the VC space and a firm everyone looks to while placing bets on which emerging tech is likely to hit it big!<br /><br /> Eugene Kleiner was one of the founding partners of this firm, and this post is about him. Kleiner, who is widely considered as the father of venture capitalism, was a colorful character to say the least... and he enjoyed a good metaphor when he saw one! But before we get into that, here's a little background. A long long time ago, when <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shockley">Shockley</a> was trying to figure out how to commercialize his transistors (and much before he became the <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugenics">eugenics</a> nut of his later days), his substrate of choice was 'germanium'! Luckily for us, a few of his key people disagreed, fell out with their boss, and formed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairchild_Semiconductor">Fairchild Semiconductor</a>, gave us the '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Integrated_circuit">integrated circuit</a>' and literally put the 'silicon' in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silicon_Valley">Valley</a>! Had it not been for Kleiner and the so-called '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traitorous_Eight">traitorous eight</a>', we would be working with thermally-problematic germanium and genetically engineering Hitler's Aryan race! Hehe.<br /><br />So Kleiner, like I said, was a colorful man who loved his metaphors... weaving a ton of his beliefs around food and such... Some of his aphorisms are collectively called "Kleiner's Laws" and make for a fun read!<br /></span><ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Make sure the dog wants to eat the dog food. No matter how ground-breaking a new technology, how large a potential market, make certain customers actually want it.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Build one business at a time. Most business plans are overly ambitious. Concentrate on being successful in one endeavor first.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">The time to take the tarts is when they're being passed. If an environment is right for funding, go for it. (This one is often referred to as </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Kleiner's Law of Appetizers)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">The problem with most companies is they don't know what business they're in.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Even turkeys can fly in a high wind. In times of strong economies, even bad companies can look good.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">It's easier to get a piece of an existing market than to create a new one.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">It's difficult to see the picture when you're inside the frame.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">After learning some of the tricks of the trade, some people think they know the trade.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Venture capitalists will stop at nothing to copy success.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Invest in people, not just products.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">There is a time when panic is the appropriate response.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">:) Wise words indeed! I can't even begin to tell you how often I speak to this start-up or that which seems to be comprised of folks working hard at ignoring several if not all of these rules! </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You can't help but wonder - are these guys idiots or do they just think that I am one!! Hehe</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">. Someday I will write a post sharing some of those stories... Until then, may the force be with the one who chooses to follow these laws! ;)</span></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-8883259065185734982007-06-17T10:31:00.000-04:002007-06-17T11:42:08.544-04:00Awwwwwwwwww...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, I am a dog-lover (in case</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> my profile picture didn't give that away already...hehe)!</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Nowhere is it more apparent than in my reaction to all things canine; I am just a sucker for the dogs... small ones, big ones, pure-breeds and mongrels... doesn't matter... If it walks on four paws and barks while cocking its head to one side and wagging its tail furiously, I love it! :)<br /><br />Infact, my life's only real regret has been my complete inability to have a dog of my own in all these many years! And my mom's to blame for that! Actually, it's not 'coz she doesn't like dogs</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">. <span style="font-style: italic;">Au contraire</span>, she a dog-person too. She had one growing up, and was quite traumatized by his eventual demise. Not wanting to put herself through the pain </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">of such bereavement again, her P.O.V. has been 'get a dog when YOU can take care of him'! Now that's been quite hard to do all these years what with staying in Mumbai with both parents working and me spending a good part of my day out of the house getting educated and all that good stuff...hehe. Then I came to the U.S. - but the education process continued to be my own personal albatross! Grad school is now finally over, and I am gainfully employed! </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After nearly a year on the icky frigid east coast (I refuse to subject a dog to such inhumane living conditions!), I am headed back to my</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> beloved, dog-friendly west coast in a couple of months! And at last, I have my first real shot at owning a dog... p</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">rovided ofcourse that I can convince my bosses to let me bring him to work! Let's see how that one goes... fingers crossed!<br /><br />Meanwhile, I satiate my dog love, by playing with other <span style="font-style: italic;">junta</span>'s dogs on the streets, volunteering at the local dog shelter, and occasionally going "Awwwwwwwwww..." over a cute pic I find on the net! If it wasn't obvious already (hehe), this post is all about such an online cornucopia! :)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I discovered <a href="http://dailypuppy.com/">The Daily Puppy</a> quite by accident on someone's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orkut">Orkut</a> page! And it's been such a pleasure! Every day the kind, good-hearted souls behind that website profile a new puppy... with a back story and tons o</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">f adorable pictures! In a span of a few days, the website has become in regular in my list of 'websites I must visit daily' (along with <a href="http://www.cnn.com/">CNN</a>, <a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/?">TOI</a> and <a href="http://www.bored.com/">Bored</a>...hehe). But you know how it is with these websites - here today, gone tomorrow... And losing out on this veritable treasure chest would be a disaster, wouldn't it?! ;) So I am going to make an attempt to post atleast one puppy-pic from that website to my blog every day... starting with these few ones of two Labrador sisters - Belle and Layla!<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jdwJHNpUKxvm6PhjrMxafflrgsZmKEXODjelEBO5nQ7EYpJPVO00PNIjMJsftndhvDXErphwvUr3_pBJRkEOZ-EalEf7eHqOxWq7efW5Y9uFvn8ywZnoUd7vD-EWYYhzEz8kvbwzbA_s/s1600-h/belle_layla_labradors_19.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jdwJHNpUKxvm6PhjrMxafflrgsZmKEXODjelEBO5nQ7EYpJPVO00PNIjMJsftndhvDXErphwvUr3_pBJRkEOZ-EalEf7eHqOxWq7efW5Y9uFvn8ywZnoUd7vD-EWYYhzEz8kvbwzbA_s/s400/belle_layla_labradors_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077053759019509346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoTWV-_z3HUw0Mp1748LHCQxU0UOBRQ3_gz8DbQbTWWo32vdmume0hOYgTDleX8ok7Xya3bZDMWYDFmpc4f-rmEJXIj6fQg1MZB1KLwaYkCs2Fx8NBnfeDmSuVDazd9uqsafHKZZyDXOG/s1600-h/belle_layla_labradors_13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoTWV-_z3HUw0Mp1748LHCQxU0UOBRQ3_gz8DbQbTWWo32vdmume0hOYgTDleX8ok7Xya3bZDMWYDFmpc4f-rmEJXIj6fQg1MZB1KLwaYkCs2Fx8NBnfeDmSuVDazd9uqsafHKZZyDXOG/s400/belle_layla_labradors_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077053509911406162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgEqi4K6gKUBJTIlU4nYZzAhUcayxfuezBIBTHsDfN53AJ46jkqJIKl5liyCbHiDGGb4dhxGXj8DBlPAr2eRT-HUVYlOC1sT5OO6JCUcQVls_F23a6rWKasoP6uAbvLrWhpqhHzqKFG1G/s1600-h/belle_layla_labradors_04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgEqi4K6gKUBJTIlU4nYZzAhUcayxfuezBIBTHsDfN53AJ46jkqJIKl5liyCbHiDGGb4dhxGXj8DBlPAr2eRT-HUVYlOC1sT5OO6JCUcQVls_F23a6rWKasoP6uAbvLrWhpqhHzqKFG1G/s400/belle_layla_labradors_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077051950838277698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzru2m0JMB-VVFVeFNRHU4iVjcsR3umWGWInvC_7w0L77z0cn57k492gRn3EmJSRlP0k6eI8UJkvY-NWSRWLbySnU6N7H1tWZHY1HLtnGDhnwFCj_hjVg0aulZNvh0vs-LeKWbmVkVVFy/s1600-h/belle_layla_labradors_21.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzru2m0JMB-VVFVeFNRHU4iVjcsR3umWGWInvC_7w0L77z0cn57k492gRn3EmJSRlP0k6eI8UJkvY-NWSRWLbySnU6N7H1tWZHY1HLtnGDhnwFCj_hjVg0aulZNvh0vs-LeKWbmVkVVFy/s400/belle_layla_labradors_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077055116229174898" border="0" /></a>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-7252841859958957532007-06-17T09:45:00.000-04:002007-06-17T17:04:12.438-04:00Gawd! I am such a sap...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">No I am serious - I really am a sorry sap... a total sucker for all the things that guys are stereotypically not meant to be suckers for! Actually, I prefer to see myself as a study in contrasts and call that the fountainhead of my intrigue and allure...hehe!<br /><br />Anyway, I digress...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So like I was saying, I am a sorry sap! While </span><a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Godfather-Mario-Puzo/dp/0451205766">The Godfather</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> continues to be one of the coolest books that I have ever read, <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Story-Erich-Segal/dp/0553275283">Love Story</a> still manages to get me a little misty-eyed after all these years... My lips curl up in a semi-smile when I watch <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0125439/">Notting Hill</a> or <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0240890/">Serendipity</a> and I must say that I cheered for Rhett and Scarlett to get together with the same vehement urgency that I usually reserve for cheering <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_mcclane">John McClane</a> on while he goes all 'yippee-ki-yay, mo-fo' on the bad guys! Hehe. Then there is music - actually let's not even go there... I don't think I ever really found anything particularly likeable in the usual guy-loves - punk/acid rock, anti-establishment heavy metal... I think the closest I got to 'anti-establishment' in my musical likes was Lennon's <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DKnEN6cn-I">Working Class Hero</a>!<br /><br />(Btw, I was recently shocked to hear from a couple of my Amru colleagues that not only had they never heard of the Erich Segal masterpiece, but that they were also unaware that <span style="font-style: italic;">The Godfather</span> was actually a book before it became a cult-classic movie!!! <span style="font-style: italic;">Quel Sacrilege</span>! If any of you who have happened across this post belong to either of those categories, please do yourself a favor, click on the link above and order a copy TODAY! hehe)<br /><br />Anyway, I digress again...<br /><br />So like I have been saying all this while, I am but a sorry sap! A sentimental softie... and I am not yet sure if that's such a good thing... While I figure that out, if someone asks, the official line is that this antithesis is an integral part of my charm! ;)<br /></span></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-35626685027601205422007-06-17T09:22:00.000-04:002007-06-17T12:33:39.212-04:00She walks in beauty... or does she?!<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >{This post is a 'reply' to one of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02607425180567495994">Athena</a>'s posts on Lord Byron's <a href="http://www.bartleby.com/101/600.html">famous poem</a> - you can navigate to that original post by clicking <a href="http://the-eternal-enigma.blogspot.com/2007/05/brought-back-memories.html">here</a>.}<br /><br />Aaaahhh <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_byron">Lord Byron</a>! And such a sweet, dulcet poem! While others might believe he wrote such beautiful words out of love, I have a slightly different interpretation... hehe. I think that the good Lord was too much of a gentleman to call a spade a spade - Luckily 'reticence' is not a problem that ever plagued Shakespeare!<br /><br />Here I offer what, IMHO, Lord Byron actually might have liked to say:<br /><br /><i>The wiles and guiles that women work,<br />Dissembled with an outward show,<br />The tricks and toys that in them lurk,<br />The cock that treads them shall not know.<br />Have you not heard it said full oft,<br />A woman's nay doth stand for nought?<br /><br />Think women still to strive with men,<br />To sin and never for to saint:<br />There is no heaven, by holy then,<br />When time with age doth them attaint.<br />Were kisses all the joys in bed,<br />One woman would another wed.</i><br /><br />Hehehe! Aaahhh women - they will be the death of us all! :)<br /></span>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-26839106079843482912007-06-17T09:13:00.000-04:002007-06-17T09:19:52.669-04:00How to cut a human into half...<div></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><pollsnippet></pollsnippet></span><div class="clearAll"></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >... and still have them breathing and crawling!!! This is such freaky stuff!! Brrrrrrrr...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;" ><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0BukAy_dko"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0BukAy_dko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /></span></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >In case you haven't see this man in action before, he's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Criss_Angel">Criss Angel</a> and has a show on <a href="http://www.aetv.com/">A&E</a> called Mindfreak! I have seen him do some truly mind freaking stuff on that show - including levitating between 2 buildings, getting skewered etc. Now obviously these are all illusions or 'tricks', but it still belies the question - how the heck did he do it!?</span></p>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1310252023774086893.post-28740425070791306472007-06-08T11:52:00.000-04:002007-06-08T11:54:36.510-04:00Panda sneezes...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I know that pandas only "look" cute and are infact wild beasts like any other species of bears... but still... there is no denying the fact that this is totally adorable and mildly hilarious...hehe! :)<br /></span></span><embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8922875251875301807&hl=en" flashvars=""></embed>The Falstaffianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971761773609716275noreply@blogger.com0