I sought a jam.

I recently started listening to a lot of rock and roll again. I don't do that nearly enough. I dug through CD spindles to find my burned copy of 'Make up the Breakdown' by Hot Hot Heat , which is a fantastic album. I then sought out my copy of 'The Shape of Punk to Come' by Refused , also an amazing album, which is regarded as "definitive" by wikipedia. What exactly the album defines is not explained. Though its most likely up to the listener/critic and I suppose the artist too. I was furiously shaking my head and drumming on my desk with a no. 2 pencil and Magic Rub as I got my daily dose of linear algebra and Hot Hot Heat. I could not get over how good they sounded. So I logged on to my trusty file sharing network and started downloading everything they've ever recorded. As I listened to their more recent album, 'Elevator' I got seriously into it. With the afternoon sun pouring in through my west-facing windows, I broke into a sweat as I gyra...

I saw Al Gore's movie, "An Inconvenient truth" last night and I was blown away. I have "believed" for some time now that global warming was going to play a big role in the life of my generation. I even regularly check the news for heat waves and high temperature records being set around the world. But only through this amazingly clear and illustrative movie did I gain a sense of urgency. The film is based on an educational presentation on global warming that Gore has been doing for years all around the world. Along with a full assessment of humanity's complicity in global warming, he tells the story of how this single issue has become a powerful force in his professional and personal life. Gore takes time to address the arguments of global warming nay-sayers. The most shocking point he makes is that while not a single expert from a sample of academic works disagrees with the facts as they have been presented to date, 63% of public press refuses to recognize ...

"you know, is local to this part of India. Was start building in 1526 and complete in 1720. 40 million rupees were completed in this time." -Delhi tour guide This was our guide's refrain. When we first saw him I thought he was a used car salesman. He wore a blue blazer with dark pants and some kind of leather shoes shaped like alligator snouts. Their slight upward curve reminded me of mojdi- except sleazier. His ensemble was incomplete without his stylish sunglasses, which kept his eyes hidden the entire time we were with him. I feel a bit uneasy when I can't look a stranger in the eyes. But he was very humorous. We had to pass from New Delhi to old Delhi (about 15 km) and along the way he would stop at nothing to provide us with valuable information/guidance/history relating to the sights of India's capital. As we drove along the main highway he pointed left from his post at shotgun, and would say things like "Right is Red Fort," or "This round bui...

Warm and temperate, like normal, the question is, why were sweaters packed? Rajasthan, year round, is ‘sss’ ‘hhh’ and even sigh, but rarely drip drop. Orion pulls taut his grand celestial bow. The hunt is short lived. Sticky thigh on couch waits in anticipation of late June relief. Eastward Deccan breeze lifts spirits in Talegaon. Bus travel is slow. Unnatural cold, greets the homebound traveler. Would be grass is snow.

"monsoon and summer. It's hot and humid during both." - Anna I'm sitting in my Grandpa's living room, under the ceiling fan listening to the sounds of my family talking and the traffic outside. Some call this season winter, from December to February, but now we know better. At 8 o'clock my brother is falling asleep against his will. He tempted fate by not taking a nap in the afternoon. As we adjust to the climate, the heat and humidity tire us out quickly. It makes sense to me now that our family plans everything around meals. You can only go so long here without a boost. Being a connoisseur of sound I am amazed by the ever present din in this residential neighborhood of Chembur. We are right next to the highway, just like in Sunnyvale, but the other sounds are more interesting to me. My favorite sounds have always been the calls of the bhajiwalas that come in the morning. I never knew what they were saying but I listened intently. They have such wonderful int...