Getting nowhere!

I just realised that I’ll be losing another four days in Amsterdam!! The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft a-gley! I thought I’d be cruising. Where’s everybody? We’re supposed to be working in K2 together! HELP!

Wanjia and friend

We were at Jessy’s pad last night celebrating (?) the return of German Boy. Wanjia turns up with the most attractive partner and star of the night. This dog called Dim Sum (or Chow Mein, depending on your mood) was simply the friendliest dog in the world. We got some great photos on Antonia’s camera, which she’s gonna put up any moment now on her weblog.

Wasps

My sas got stung by a wasp while meddling with them as part of her research into animal behaviour. I says that’s the first of many! She got her first salary, and she’s getting her new 5-tom Premier drum kit delivered from Singapore. Here’s to success! Atleast someone in the family’s gonna amount to something 🙂
-Much later (circa 01:00)- Yawn! tired, I think I’ll go home and hit the pillow!

A lesson in unproductivity

Yes, sign up here, Ladies and Gents, you have the choice of my crash course “How not to work”, or the more lengthy and detailed course “Work: The philosophy of entitlement and anti-establishmentarianism”. Anyhow, all this typing’s made me thirsty, I’m off to Sand Bar.

Blog on blogs

Dr Peter Kawalek, Senior Lecturer and all-round Good Person at MBS, is going to write a paper on action research he plans to conduct into weblogs. Here’s what I mentioned; any thoughts?

Going through my blog archives, a funny pattern emerges. I get the most comments (directly reflecting interest) on those topics where I manage to say something scandalous, controversial, or personal to my friends. If I just write what happened to me that day, interest seems to be zero.

So a canny blogger is one who makes his/her audience react. Reasons for wanting to be react are not uni-dimensional; perhaps the commentee wants to show off, perhaps commenting on your blog is prestigious, perhaps the topic demands reaction, etc.

Storm clouds looming

This morning I awoke to the sound of my Simpsons doughnut clock clucking at me. It was louder than usual, and sounded especially ominous; which, given the mental state I’m in over my dissertation, seems to fit in. Still managed a cheeky snooze though 🙂

JC

In a msn conversation with ‘IT Support’ (you should’ve guessed who that is by now!) yesterday, there arose the opportunity to throw in a quote from ole Shaky’s Julius Caesar. In India, where I did my a substantial chunk of my schooling, Julius Caesar was standard reading for about year 11 (circa age 15) or so. I loved it! To this day, there are whole fistfuls (mouthfuls?) of dialogue I can quote offhand. But I think what was most helpful to a kid of my age was the extensive notes at the back of the textbook that performed the necessary introductions, line by line, to the beautiful world of Shakespeare. How else would I understand what was meant by unicorns being betrayed by trees, bears with glasses, elephants with holes, lions with toils and men with flatterers, etc? And what with my teacher reading it aloud (the only way) with me, I grew to enjoy the timing and sense of play, for e.g. when Caesar is being celebrated publicly and Cassius is sounding out Brutus to join the conspiracy,

Brutus: What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
Choose Caesar for their king.
Cassius: –Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.

the ‘Ay’ comes in with a jump, because Cassius is eager to literally pounce on a sign from Brutus that he is displeased with Caesar’s growing popularity. Note the metre Shaky employs, Cassius’ first line is meant to fit on the end of Brutus’ last.

There’s a lot of comment on how Brutus is the person we end up liking, and the person who lasts till the end, while Caesar buys it in the 1st scene of Act 3. But JC’s spirit does come visit, and it is true when the critics mention the aura of JC pervading even after his demise. Brutus is my fav, although even Cassius the plotter has good qualities.

But ’tis oft thus said, a man’s best tribute
is one that comes not from friend but from foe (my imitation of Shaky 🙂

Thus spake Anthony on Brutus’ death:-

Anthony: This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world ‘This was a man!

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Ok, yesterday it was time to find out what the Indians did for us. The number 0, plastic surgery (ew, gross!), and the first sewer system 4500 years ago! Jonny resurfaced momentarily online, and I managed to have a brief chat. Same with Helgi. All is well.

Sudoku

Jill & I, locked in a battle of wits over the online sudoku puzzles. A whole day of absolutely criminal unproductivity. Who won? Of course I had to let her 😉

From the ‘Songs I heard today’ section :- The Gathering

“What fine judgement I see,
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be,
if it had not been shot to pieces”

Futurama (Snu snu)

“You win again, Gravity!” – Zapp Brannigan

We had great fun at Tracy’s yesterday, we being Ioannis, Jessy, Mamie, Simon, Tracy & I. Tracy had the full bottle of “water” left over from her house-warming party, so she managed to finally persuade us (I put up a real fight) to come over to her place. Earlier in the day t and i had gone to Sinclair’s Oyster Bar for a pint in the sun. That’s where I found them in an exuberant mood. After another round we set of to Pizza Slut, for a meal of grand proportions, which was where Jessy joined us. Finishing our pizzas, (and rounding it off with some ice-cream, we ambled to the bus-stop for the 50 to take us to Tinks’. ) We got some beers from Tesco, called Mamie, and settled down in front of the telly with Futurama, thanks to Simon’s collection.

Had a nervous start to this morning, eyes-open at 5:45 am. Nobody should have to face a bank manager and a driving instructor on the same morning. Especially on a Monday. Double especially after a Party Sunday.

(later on in the day…)
I had a great time driving, had to sit through the first half-hour listening to the instructor explaining various complex gadgets in the car like steering wheels and lights and stuff while I was itching to get in the hot seat and take off with a wheel spin. Apparently I also had to be taught that one uses the left mirror when turning left, and vice versa.