I am still alive. And occasionally kicking. Contrary to what my pals might think.
Of course, subsequent to my shift away from full time participation in being part of (arguably) Sri Lanka’s best web design firm, I’ve had my laziness at posting compounded by a lack of time and inspiration.
My regular travel via the privatised modes of public transport is almost the only time that I ever listen to the radio anymore. The fact that this is almost entirely against my will and at ear-splitting volume only means that I either complain and earn the ire of my fellow travellers, or resign myself to total deafness. And Monday evening entertainment on the radio seems to pander to some very strange tastes…
Sometime back, I was in Habarana wondering how so many barber shops so close together could still stay in business. Apparently, they were just managing - but only just. According to an accounts guy from one of the “big” hotels in the area with whom I spoke, whenever someone starts something new in the area, everyone else who’s jobless follows suit. While that situ might’ve changed (haven’t been there in quite a while *sigh*) it seems that copying good ideas is a global thing.
Moving on from my previous post, I was going to blog about something that crossed my mind while typing it last night. However, it seems Morquendi has beaten me to it on his blog.
My point being - what defines your identity?
It’s election time. Time to make promises, shake hands, pay people to throng at your speeches and wave majestically. It is a time for many things. Perhaps even a totally irrelevant and irreverant post on something that came to mind (these kind of thoughts occur very often, but very few are ever published). Before reading the rest of this post, please ensure that you’ve got a sense of humour and most importantly, an open mind - I can be very confusing sometimes, which can be a good opportunity to laugh at me. If you lack the two - I hope that you have free will. This entails being able to understand that No, I Don’t Need To Read The Rest Of This Stupid Post And Get All Hot And Bothered About It. If you find yourself lacking in all three departments - please don’t read any further. If you’re still reading this, you’re implicitly agreeing that you posess the first two qualities yadda yadda yadda yadda…
Who watches the Watchmen? Well, in this case, it’d be Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch. I’ve just finished reading Terry Pratchett’s latest book, Thud! - and remain steadfast in admiration of this man’s fantastic work.
Brilliant. My PC crashed again. GRUB stops working and there’s no way to access anything. Or is there?
Sometime back, I wrote on obscurity. While doing so, I also mentioned something which sittingnut later explained was known as the GoogleBomb effect.
Via Digg, I found a response from Google on this matter at the Google Blog, which I thought is worth reading.
I dropped by at the International Book Fair at the BMICH on Tuesday. So had another couple of thousand people. Which got me to thinking - in this day and age - are books still in fashion?
The gentle caress of the sea breeze, the glint of sunlight upon dew-topped leaves in the morning, the cacophony of birds, the kaleidescope of colour in the flowers…
