listening to...

Paris by Dido
and something called "Dining Rooms - Catalina City Blues", either of which could be the name of the song or the group!

... simplicity wins in either case, strongly encouraged downloads both.

and now that I have a chowk account, will this help me get ’in’ with all the hot babes out there? no? really? you sure about that? and while you’re at it could you check with Dubya too? naheen? aah, sod off, you’re irrelevant anyway... esp. since I became too sexy for myself. and what about orkut? now that I logged in there, will I be inondated with hot ’crushes’?! hainji? no, didn’t think so either...

the above is what happens to you at the end of three days... or four... and I’m missing lunch (it’s 1838), but if I go home, it’ll take too long to come back, and I probably won’t have the motivation to either, so who the hell will get my work done!!
oh well, next time round, the lab will be nearer to the hostel...
or I’ll figure out the magic route to the perfectly organised life, no harm hoping.

meantime, a friend has gotten into stanford business school... perfectly deserved after the slavework those wall street slicks put her through, but I wonder, still... it’s not as if she needs it, she’s a born manager anyway! of course, I’m being totally irrelevant now. who cares what I think of MBA’s... they just are, and they make you lots of moolah.

i believe in miracles, where you from? you sexy thing
i believe in miracles, since you came along you sexy thing

... so incredibly plebian taste is fun too :)

unbelievably sad joke:
70’s paki to gori chamri: where you from?
i’m from poland.
why po land?! come to my land.

I’m beginning to enjoy Harper’s Weekly roundup more and more... perfect non sequitirs... my conscience pricked, so I checked on wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non_sequitur
not only did I spell it wrong, but I also used it wrongly...
has more to do with incorrect use of logic.
so anyway, what I meant was, they link related things into one sentence to great comic effect (of the buffoon-y variety)... or else, to point out the tragic contrasts.

I think I log when I can no longer think coherently.