There are those who love to get dirty and fix things. They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work, And those who stay clean, just appreciate things, At breakfast they have milk and juice at night.
Boredom is taken to be the worst evil. Immersing themselves in pleasure, whether sensual or intellectual, aesthetic people live overwhelmingly for the moment, in search of yet another self-gratifying experience. Pierre Reverdy and the poetry of Mad Men. Musings on desolation and the moment.
Because rather than big events, we have focused on big patterns. And while we disagree on a lot many things here - political, cultural, developmental, social, and personal, I hope we all agree that Kerala got it mostly right in the past 55 years. Because Kerala is the No.1 state in India, here we go, and as always we would like to hear your thoughts.
But there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people.
....the best thing that ever happened to television is LOST. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vn2hlXVDZQ Oh, look around you Look down the bar from you at the Â faces that you see Are you sure [...]
A few greasy looking smears and next to them, written in soft pencil- by a beautiful girl, I could tell, whom I would never meet- "Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love."
Five short video renditions of Billy Collins' poems.
The most beautiful thing for those who have fought a whole life is to come to the end and say; we believed in people and life, and life and the people never let us down
Smoking used to be sexy, it used to be a sign of that creative energy symbolized by Albert Camus and Hemingway and Picasso and Guru Dutt and MT Vasudevan Nair and a thousand other literary geniuses. Smoking isn't sexy anymore. Cigarette smokers are outcasts in almost all walks of life.
Boring isn't just the only problem but he clearly eluded the core issues of public distribution, price rise, and made a quarter-hearted plea to the naxals - which forget the naxals, cannot even bring my angry four year old cousin to table for talks.
I found this poem today(via Deepak's blog), and once again the urge to learn the malayalam keyboard and post in malayalam grows overwhelming. Like there are a few things which [...]
In spite of his desire to be completely forgotten, Bob Kaufman, another find from the beat generation. Three poems, one after the other. Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round [...]