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Whenever I see something that I've written previously (of the non-academic or work-related variety), I normally feel the pull of either one of two feelings:
1. To stare at the text, admiring typeface and the apparently lovely symmetry of it all, even it's something meaningless; or
2. To hunt down and burn every word I can see, preferably screaming manically with glee while I'm doing that.
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Most of the time, I tend to be drawn towards the appeal of the latter.
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Flashes of silver and sin haunt the night.
And as ever, words barely suffice as adequate expression..Current Mood:  devious |
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"A creature who has spent his life creating one particular representation of his selfdom will die rather than become the antithesis of that representation."
- Scytale, from Frank Herbert's Dune Messiah. Current Music: Velvet Underground - Satellite of Love |
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The Troubleshooter
Take a whiskey/old fashioned glass
Add four cubes of ice
Pour Smirnoff Green Apple Vodka till around half the glass (counting ice cubes)
Fill with Sprite short of the brim of the glass
Pour two dashes of Cointreau
Add a dash of Campari Bitters
Serve with Porcupine Tree playing in the background, and relax :-)
Current Mood:  chipper Current Music: Porcupine Tree - Sentimental |
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Droplets of rain from monsoon showers left over on building windows, a cup for warm coffee, and a nice new graphic novel in my lap. Bliss..Current Mood: content |
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Q.- When is it that you should start feeling that you *might* be spending too much time in the library?
A.- Possibly it's when you realize that it's becoming more and more likely that your death might be caused by being crushed by an avalanche of the bundles of SBA journals stacked up in their library storage space...
Got a small taste of it today :-)
Mar. 30th, 2009 @ 10:17 pm
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If someone tells you that buying a packet of pasta made and packaged by an Indian company is a bad idea, they're being excessively snobbish. Not only is the actual pasta pretty decent, the basic cooking instructions are also more or less spot bang on. However, the recipes that might come on the packets are another matter entirely...
Take this one for example, for Macaroni:
1. Add Macaroni to boiling water, with one to one and a half teaspoons of oil and salt.
2. After the Macaroni is cooked, strain it and run through with cold water. Keep aside.
3. Two teaspoons of oil. Heat.
Till then, it's fine. Now, here's where it all starts going wrong
4. Add one and half teaspoons each of garam masala and chiil powder, along with a half teaspoon of turmeric and 250 grammes of tomato puree.
5. Fry, and then add diced and crushed onions, along with garlic (it said to add paste of each equivalent to one onion and one garlic, but I put in much less and in fresh, chopped, and crushed form).
6. Add Macaroni and cook.
7. Take a sample taste, and discover strong, excessively flavored, masala-garlic-tomato-ee horror.
8. Add water in a desperate attempt to dilute the mix, and try every stirring trick imaginable.
9. Resign yourself to the fact that you've done your best to salvage it, and you did have a feeling that you shouldn't have followed Bambino Brand's Macaroni recipe to the T.
10. Realize that you do now probably know a killer recipe to make gravy paneer, with some small adaptations :-)
And yes, I've started cooking. And leaving aside today's somewhat strong macaroni, I think I've been doing a pretty decent job. With the assistance of one Bando, made a really mean tomato herbed cheese pasta, on a first attempt no less. This is in addition to omelettes, fried eggs, and egg burji :-)
{and it's therapeutic, helping add to the feeling of a productive day. Sure beats how past March 3rd's have gone by..}
Mar. 3rd, 2009 @ 05:52 pm
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Farewells. Solitary walks down lit boulevards. Souls lost behind their own walls. Long bus rides back. Unfamiliar yet strangely comforting roads. The cold. Déjà vu.
Nov. 3rd, 2008 @ 12:17 am
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| » The manner in which a line or two of dialogue can feel disturbingly relevant.. |
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"I don't want to fight, Sam. I wanna frak. You don't get it, do you? I'm not the same girl you married. All I wanna do right now is frak. Really frak, like it's the end of the world and nothing else matters. So come on, Sam, make me feel something. I dare you."
Jul. 14th, 2008 @ 01:54 am
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