it feels so good to be reading this. it felt kind of warm in a familiar way to realize i had been missing the NS and his sometimes contrived but dedicated style of writing.
hitherehowareya...

after angst, comes nonchalance.
almost always and somewhat alreadyly.

and here's to mine. and to bring it in champagne supernova has been blasting in my head. where were you when weeeeeee were gettin high?

hellogoodbye hello good bye

i like waking up at 4 am to play tricks on the world

that is hardly even around.
i have decided this morning that it is fine to not like roommates if they are insensitive to idiosyncracies of the part of the world i come from. one of my roommates is from that part of the country i come from that has been the topic of current derision (and rightly so!) by certain people i know, the other roommate might as well have been from there. they wasted some upma that i had lovingly nostalgically made the night before last, again. so i made some of the c-day coffee that i have hidden away (from them) in my c-day filter. i have contentedly consumed some and will take the rest to work! they don't deserve to even know that it is hidden from them because they can't tell dal from sambar and it irks me no end. my ----- ----- is (definitely) better than yours.
then i got to the shower before anyone else could even think the thought and i hope i came in the way of the-one-that-might-as-well have belonged there.
in other stories i have spent a major part of this morning reading some DS BS* that has been utterly boring. regardless of what anyone has to say this only re-affirms my faith in my research project and i'm glad for this minor victory even if it stems from the perusal of major BS!

i tell you, this West can gladly have that North- they both deserve it!



* not even worth a footnote.

ai hanif, you come back soonly to that there space!

and so to work.

it takes more than just jetlag to move on from a month of luxury where the days walked hand in hand like a litany - cowley and tahmid. long walk, planes in meadows towards the trout. the ultimate picture palace, che, roasted peanuts and home where the beer is. a countryside that walked in at 11 everyday with gorgeous chapels and sprawling lawns. a bardy town, a fancy play and things that heretofore remained in books. fibre and fruit, murderous seasoning, a baguette here a baguette there and many gins all in a row. videosyncratic, TV euphoric, phoenix emphatic. reflected time that ticked in a shadow, a town caught in custom aching for traditional rebellion, and a year that drifted as if in a change of reels. wellcome, ashmole, debbie-daft and a young street. we drank our guinesses and reached for more. of birds in ponds and a bumble bee.

for the tragedies, comedies, histories and other sonnets of 2004, hope the new year is better and brighter for everyone.
take care!