Archive for July, 2004

Print iconJapanese women, horses and free software

Monday, July 19th, 2004

From the register.
Microsoft can roll out countless studies that point out how proprietary software is cheaper and more practical than open source code. But how can Microsoft counter open source software’s ability to make a Japanese woman give birth to a horse in a convenience store?
This awesome creative outburst can be experienced here. No one [...]

Print iconGoodbye grades, grad school

Sunday, July 18th, 2004

In what could best be described as an attempt to pamper myself, I’ve decided to build a computer capable of playing Doom ]|[. And play it, of course. I’ve decided to document some of the stuff along the way. You needn’t be afraid people. It’s just a game.
It all begins with intelligent selection of components. [...]

Print iconDragons

Sunday, July 18th, 2004

Once you’ve answered all the trivial life questions: What’s life about? Why are we here? Who am I? Where did we come from? … all that’s left is to answer the only thing that really matters. What kind of a wings do you have? Yes folks, you heard right. The words that follow are quite [...]

Print iconI’m baaack

Saturday, July 17th, 2004

Well I have been here for a while, and besides theatrics, the title doesn’t serve too much purpose.
I can’t believe I haven’t written here in so long. Initially it was “work”, then it was laziness, then I apparently became active, well activeer anyway. It’s so hard to get back to this once you realize how [...]

Print iconMadras through a Madrasi’s eyes

Thursday, July 15th, 2004

One who knows where to look I mean.

Should it scare me that I don’t really miss a place that could look like this?

Print iconI just walked in

Wednesday, July 14th, 2004

Well, not just. I reached a while ago and it’s taken me a long time to step out of that shower. Being clean feels nice.
Surprisingly, the trip was pleasant, uneventful, and my baggage followed the same path I did, spatially and temporally.

Print iconHeadin’ home

Tuesday, July 13th, 2004

Not to sound like FOX or anything, but details at 11.
Can’t wait?
OK, I am heading back home in a little bit. All I need to do is buy stuff, arrange stuff, pack stuff, sort bills, … and hopefully make it to the airport in time.
This whole trip thing was waay more eventful than I had [...]

Print iconHoley man

Tuesday, July 6th, 2004

After thinking about it for many years, and talking about doing it for quite some time, I finally pierced my (left) ear.

Picture courtesy: Mom.
Now all I have to do is wait for about a week to replace the default thing they give me with the platinum dot thingy I’ve always wanted.
(Yes Anantha I know this [...]

Print iconClarifier

Monday, July 5th, 2004

To dispel confusion that’s beginning to arise, the children aren’t in my home. They’re at the nearest SOS Children’s Village.
This is my home:

Print iconMarilyn

Monday, July 5th, 2004

She’s one of my kids. She just turned 9 months old, and can wink, very cutely.
(Video proof uploaded when I have the bandwidth.)

Print iconLimited vision no more?

Sunday, July 4th, 2004

And these are my new glasses. Going with the whole I need everything changed thing, I figured I’d drop the thin metal and go in for a crystal-blue-black shell frame. Sure it looks plain black in the picture, but that’s not the case.

Eitherway, she hates it I suppose. I hear things like “take them off, [...]

Print iconA FAQ

Sunday, July 4th, 2004

I always get asked where my site’s hits come from. So here you go, the past 3 months’ traffic’s ISP information.

And when I said “always get asked”, I meant I’ve never been asked, and that no one really cares.

Print iconKiss the cook

Friday, July 2nd, 2004

Picture courtesy: Mom.
Modded by you know who with the GIMP.

Print iconThe mean streets of Madras

Thursday, July 1st, 2004

Four or so lane traffic on roads struggling to handle one
The trick is to get home alive. Just try talking on a phone, eating a bagle, doing your make-up, reading the paper.. while driving. I dare you.

The general water scene
No matter what, I am not going to feel guilty about the duration of my ablutionary [...]