Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Where the sheet is without tear,
Where the pillows are piled high,
Where sleep is guilt-free,
Where the sublime snores of slumber have not been broken up
By raucous persistent alarm clocks
Where the sweet dream of snooze land
Has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of early blurry mornings
Where tireless striving
Stretches its arms towards hibernation
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever prolonged sleep and more sleep
Into that heaven of freedom, my father,
Let me, for once, awake!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Fleas interest me so much
Monday, September 10, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Funny though, since the products all contain anti-oxidants and other anti-aging stuff...So essentially this is a pro-aging anti-aging product line???
Still, it's always good to see stereotypes broken.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
- a revolutionary coffee maker that uses the heat your laptop generates to boil water. Ever noticed the amount of heat the average laptop generates while running some exceptionally screwey (read java) code? Pity, so much enery going wasted in a n energy-starved world. Enter LCM.
The tougher the problem, the quicker the coffee. Is that motivation or what?
(c) : Rick, Heng n Me!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Friday, March 9, 2007
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
meandering dreamily it made its way
vaguely redolent of a gentle caress
a vagrant breeze teasing a soft cotton dress
murmuring lightly, so soft so quiet
silk skirts rustling on a cold winter night
the faintest of colours had just the slight trace
of pale pink scarves around a scarlet face
when touched, it was the smoothness that lingers
when soft lace is run between softer fingers
silently it rose higher into the sky
just another moment, unnoticed, passed by
Monday, February 19, 2007
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
khade the poori tayyari ke saath
arambh ki pratiksha bekarari ke saath
man utsahit, pairon mein udaan ki chaahat
na vyatha ka koi tinka, na tanik bhi ghabrahat
laga humein hazaar manzilen kar rahin thi ishaarein
aseemit, ananth aasman humein hi pukare
aur hum bhi bechen the nikal padne ko
nissandhe, nirbhaya, har rukavat se ladne ko
tha intazaar us ek ishaare ka
jise dekh aage badhthe hum
bandook ki ek daag
jise sun dodh padhthe hum
par kisi ne ishaara hi nahin kiya
aur hum kadhe ke kadhe hi reh gaye.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
And the creation
Falls the Shadow"
I spent a large part of last quarter complaining I had nothing to interest me. This quarter when I do have a nice project to work on, I'd rather sleep. Mankind would progress in leaps and bounds if only someone found a cure for the chronic illness of getting bored with things as soon as they take on some tangible form - and that doesn't apply only to research!!!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
The uncyclopedia.org entry for Google Technology. Cant help loving them! (I'd definitely work for Google if this was true...) More onhttp://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Google_%28company%29
Google gathers information about web pages using spiders. These spiders, usually wolf spiders or jumping spiders, but occasionally black widows or daddy longlegs, are outfitted with tiny cameras that take pictures of everything they see, including web pages, and miniature radio transmitters that relay the information back to Google headquarters. Google has massive spider-breeding facilities located in Palo Alto which allow them to raise the billions of spiders required for this undertaking, and as such are the world's largest purchaser of flies. People have rarely been allowed in to see this spider-raising operation, but those who have seen it in operation describe it as "really icky".
The data collected by spiders is then relayed back to Google, who stores it on server farms. Google built its server farms by slashing and burning huge sections of the Amazon rainforest, and then planting the servers in the soil. The nutrients of the soil are quickly depleted, so Google must harvest the servers and then move to another part of the rain forest. To do the difficult manual labor of watering and tending the servers, Google employs thousands of illegal laborers from Mexico, paid about 25 cents a day.
Finally, the data is sorted by a process called "PageRank", where young boys dressed as medieval pages rank the sites according to relevance. Because the huge number of pages required to rank the information, Google has taken to purchasing young boys in bulk from Third World orphanages. There is also an algorithm called "PageRank" which allows Brin and Page to rank the boys according to which has the best boyish good looks and nubile young bodies.
Can I have a small container of coffee?
See, I have a rhyme assisting
my feeble brain,
its tasks sometimes resisting.
How I wish I could enumerate Pi easily, since all these horrible mnemonics prevent recalling any of pi's sequence more simply.
How I want a drink, alcoholic of course, after the heavy chapters involving quantum mechanics. One is, yes, adequate even enough to induce some fun and pleasure for an instant, miserably brief.
How I love a white christmas
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
It is heartbreaking. It costs nothing to pile them up into a catamaran and drop them back in the sea. Or to even manually fling them back in. Just a little time and a little care. But evidently many of us lack that.
I've worked with WWF, and its appalling how many olive ridleys lose their lives due to similar callousness. It is extremely frustrating when you realise that its not greed or luxury or even sport that these animals die for, but blatant callousness.
Its about 10 minutes of work to fling a dying fish back in the sea and ensure that the waves dont bring it back. Its worth the effort. Please.
A good book of recipes is all you need
i have one.
fat lot of good its done.
My food still tastes like fermented sea weed
I remember when mom did the cooking...ah, happy days of yore!
Now my lunches are a study in gore
Battered and burned
All that I've learned
Is cooking is much more than your average household chore.
Even more than an art - it is a battle of the nerve
Between you and the chicken you are trying to serve
It rises from the dead
And conspires with the bread
To get the vengeance all its forefathers did deserve
I follow each recipe down to the letter
In the vain hope that this time the outcome will be better
But the instructions get jumbled
My fingers get fumbled
And my tummy just keeps getting upsetter.
Restaurants could have saved me, but my wallet aint got dough.
And after a while my tummy gives instant food a "NO GO"
Almost about to starve to death
I appeal to you with my one last breath...
If you can cook, please let me know