29 08 2005

Random fruit that made my (sun)day. Anyone knows what its called? I know its edible, as I ate it and survived 24 hours, without any problems :) and its sweet, yellow on the inside, with small little seeds.

UPDATE(09/01/2005): Yes! Found the plant! Knowing people, who know stuff, makes life so much easier :)

The plant is Arbutus unedo and here is how it looks.

Commonly known as the strawberry tree. Originally from the Mediterranean region. Used to make wines and liqueurs (hmm!) in France, Italy, Portugal etc. Can be seen in Southern California, as an ornamental tree.


Time for Some Poetry

24 08 2005

This is why I love poetry. So innocently, it can make fun of you and make you feel totally stupid. And seemingly, so effortlessly.


I want to be
so I can be
about being

What good is my
when I am
in this

— David Budbill

And another one.

The Leader

I wanna be the leader
I wanna be the leader
Can I be the leader?
Can I? I can?
Promise? Promise?
Yippee I’m the leader I’m the leader

OK what shall we do?

–Roger McGough

Don’t you all wish you read more poems. :)

Of Joy (and how America makes it happen)

24 08 2005

Was talking with friends while at lunch. And this being summer in California, the week before school starts for kids. The topics were obvious. Disneyland. flying small airplanes – basically having fun.

Interesting thing, I am sure many of you have been to Anaheim too. Ever wonder how Disneyland remains so clean? You throw your trash, and millions of others do the same. No one collects the trash, but the place is always clean. Not one trash-can overflowing with garbage. Wonder why? Well, I know now. There is a world underneath the fantasyland you walk on. There is an underground cleaning force. Any garbage you throw, gets sucked in and cleaned immediately.

And that is nothing. If you are an engineer, here is more. They have audio over ethernet… no you heard that right. Not boring old VoIP. but over ethernet. And amazingly, they have virtual networks for each type of audio broadcast (ok, multicast for the nit-pickers). One for the music, one for announcements and one for emergency messages etc. Amazing isn’t it. How complicated it is to make – Joy.

This is just crazy. But this got me thinking. Is it just Disneyland? Isn’t all our ‘privileged lives’ the same, with some underground force, that is working to keep us comfortable? Am I not just another kid in Disneyland. I just don’t appreciate all the effort that goes into the comforts I enjoy. Until the forces get angry and shake my life up?

Advertising space on – Trash

23 08 2005

What better way to vouch for a product, than the fact that you have actually used it. If enough of your trash is used cartons of a product X, then that must be something you like and have paid good money for.

When I see people willing to rent out space on their belly, forehead and what not, why not rent trash-space for advertising? Since most of us have semitransparent trash bags, and the content is there for all to see. Also as many of us live in apartments, may be we can leave the trash bags in the hallway for an hour before we actually head to the trash bin.

Even in the trash bin there are dumpster-divers…

Changing – Others

23 08 2005

“We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.” – Anais Nin

“The boy knew a lot of people in the city. That was what made traveling appeal to him – he always made new friends, and he didn’t need to spend all of his time with them. When someone sees the same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming part of that person’s life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. ”
-The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho

Exposing Oneself

19 08 2005

Your blogs end up reflecting your own thoughts.

You write blogs, out of no obligation. Atleast that is how it starts. And later it might get popular, who knows, you might be the next Ms. Klein. And the Times might decide to do a piece on you. And voila, now you have a million readers.

But at the very beginning, there is just the keyboard, monitor and you. You feel free expressing your opinions about things no one ever asked you about. This allows you to ‘talk’ about things the way you would really like to. But isn’t that what people pay shrinks for? To just listen to them? Well, blogs could be a form of theraphy I guess.

Then again, laying out all your feelings for everyone to read. And probably saved for posterity, on the internet, somewhere. How anonymous are blogs anyway? and, how secret is your secret identity?

Progress, suprises me

18 08 2005

“Do you have a USB floppy drive?”

hmm. Do others wonder about things like this too? I wonder.