Archive for March 2004

I met three students from PESIT yesterday, none of whom had even heard of LiveJournal. I blame [info]kalyan for this massive oversight.

Saturday Night Market

Saturday Night Market
From the Saturday Night Market in Arpora, Goa, April 19, 2003. The woman’s husband (not in photograph) sits in front to handle the actual bargaining with buyers. She’s just part of the display.

The market takes an annual vacation between April and October. This photograph is from the last day of the 2002-03 season.

Pots

Pots at Barista in Campal, Goa
These pots sit outside the Barista outlet in Campal, Goa. Photographed September 14, 2003. I’m trawling my archives for upload-worthy pictures. It’s the bored-on-Sunday-evening syndrome: nobody’s called for an LJ meet this week.

Self portrait

It’s been over a year since I took a picture of myself. Ever felt that you look great in the bathroom mirror, but bad in all your photographs?

Read on...

Scooter stereo

I was riding home today when I heard an old Hindi song playing loudly. The lyrics went something like “चलते चलते, तेरी याद…” At first I figured it must be from some roadside function, but the music moved with me. Then I figured it must be an autorickshaw equipped with a PA system, but there wasn’t one in sight. And then I found it: a Bajaj Chetak scooter with a father and son pair, the music coming from near the man’s feet!

Wireless with biryani

I’m at Biryani Merchant and online. This is the first time any public hotspot in Bangalore has worked for me (and it’s free!). We’re waiting for Sandeep to arrive before we start the meal.

I hear crackers. Did India win? (I don’t care for either television or cricket.)

The sheer joy of straddling a Pulsar after seven weeks with a CBZ.

Pictures from Old Goa

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My apologies for the missing captions. I do not know what the church is called. The view from the church courtyard, featuring the river Mandovi in the distance, is an impressive sight. More »

I also have some pictures of Dona Paula, and a couple from the Panjim to Dharwad road.

Six hundred and forty one point eight kilometres. Fifteen and a half hours. I’m home.

G2BoB

I’m leaving for Goa Friday evening and will be riding back on Sunday and Monday. I have an extra ticket (thanks to [info]fus) and until 3 PM Friday to cancel it.

Does anybody want to come along?

My plan is to spend Saturday at Synapse, possibly meet [info]veenven on Sunday, sleep overnight at Palolem beach, and ride the rest of the way to Bangalore on Monday.

Thank you, everyone. I’ve had a wonderful weekend.

Full speed ahead to senility

When I was nineteen, twenty five was old. I used to think “Twenty five? That’s so far away, I’ll probably be retired by then.”

Now I’m there and barely started.

Lounge lizard

Some part of yesterday’s food intake is in violent disagreement with my digestive tract. I was contemplating plans for today when this lizard scurried across the tea table.

Lounge lizard

The joys of Linux USB printing

Yesterday afternoon, I replaced Windows with Linux on the home print server. I have two USB printers attached to the machine, a Samsung ML-1210 laser-jet and an Epson Stylus C41UX desk-jet.

Today I’m discovering the joys of Linux USB printing. Apparently, Linux assigns USB printer devices sequentially, /dev/usb/lp0, lp1, etc. Yesterday, the Epson was on lp0 and Samsung on lp1. A reboot later today, Samsung is on lp0 and Epson on lp1. If I reconfigure CUPS and reboot again…

Joy oh joy!

Comment spam #1

Just went on a nostalgia trip to this guestbook from a long forgotten home page (via here). Notice the last comment on the page; it’s the first piece of comment spam I ever received. In 1998, six years ago.

Wasn’t it William Gibson who said “the future is already here, it just isn’t well distributed yet”?

This just arrived in the mail

Book CoverThe Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. Four days in advance. Thanks, [info]ravi!

Spammers hit LiveJournal

I just received four comments from [info]valentit_love9, all pointing to a pr0n site. The spammer’s account has already been suspended, which is one of the good things about LiveJournal (global blacklist), but how long before the spammers return using other disposable accounts? I wish LiveJournal did not do away with invite codes completely, but instead made them more easily available.

It should be interesting to watch how this plays out.

My name is キラーン

Translation into Japanese courtesy [info]shradha. Hope I got the characters right (corrected, thanks [info]evan!).

Epiphany

Actions speak louder than words thoughts.

I met [info]harish_an and [info]beerbal (Srinath) in yesterday’s “mini LJ meet.” Srinath is one of those rare people whose real life persona exactly matches that online.

I’m getting bored of LiveJournal

There is less camaraderie, more dryness, excessive geekiness. I have no enthusiasm to even look at the comments on most posts. A massive purging of the friends list is in order. I’d rather see one well written post a week than ten pieces of copied riffraff every day.

The medium is the message

I just finished reading “McLuhan for Beginners” and am left with a feeling that is somewhat like after first encountering Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity: the sense that you’ve just understood something very, very important, but can’t yet fathom how important, and aren’t even sure you’ve understood it right.

This book goes into the reread-one-year-later queue.

My endlessly growing backlog

I’m starting to accept that I will never read more than one third of the books I buy, so there’s no point in feeling guilty about it. The joy in having finished reading a book and scored one off the backlog is worthless. The learning and joy while reading is what matters. In other news, new books this week:

From Landmark:
  1. The Elephant Paradigm by Gurcharan Das
  2. Sack the CEO by Jeetendra Jain
  3. The Future of Ideas by Lawrence Lessig
  4. The One Minute Millionaire by Mark Victor Hansen & Robert Allen
From Crossword:
  1. The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm
  2. Faster by James Gleick
I don’t know when I’ll finish with this lot. I’m not setting deadlines.

New experiences in lounge music

“Co-exist” by Nour Edinne is a carefully orchestrated argument between the horn, the flute and another wind instrument that I cannot identify, each demanding the listener’s full attention, yet cooperative enough to let the others have their say uninterrupted. Percussion and strings cheer from the sidelines. The argument advances to resemble duelling sensei from a Chinese martial arts flick: each the master of their skill, yet unable to even lay a finger on the others.

An incredible auditory experience.