Hey. Remember us?
We used to run that really smart and charming webzine called sari sari that had stories about cooking with potted meat and a kickass 5th grader who saves planets and Paul Frank's fascination with monkeys, and got updated, um, once.
Well, guess what? We're back. And this time, we're staying. Honest.
So, please come visit us and give us another chance. You were always such a good listener and we have so many tales to tell.
Hope to see you soon.
the ground beneath her feet. And this in the far-off 1950s! In "underdeveloped" India, where boy-girl relations were so strictly controlled! True, true: but permit me to say, "underdeveloped nation" or not, one of our prime cultural artifacts was a highly developed apparatus of hypocritical disapproval, not only of any incipient change in social mores, but also of our own historically proven and presently hyperactive erotic natures. What's the Kama Sutra? A Disney comic? Who built the Khajuraho temples? The Japanese? And of course in the 1950s there were no girl tarts in Kamathipura working eighteen hours a day, and child marriages never took place, and the pursuit of the very young by lecherous old humberts -- yes, we'd already heard of the Nabokov shocker -- was utterly unknown. (Not.) To hear some people talk, you'd conclude that sex hadn't been discovered in India by the mid-twentieth century, and the population explosion must have been made possible by some alternative method of fertilisation.
damn, he's good.
also from the ground beneath her feet: I think of faith as irony, which is perhaps why the only leaps of faith I'm capable of are those required by the creative imagination, by fictions that don't pretend to be fact, and so end up telling the truth. I am fond of saying that all religions have one thing in common, namely that their answers to the great question of our origins are all quite simply wrong.
mommy got glasses! and now she looks just like me. ain't she precious?
quick life update:
went to the blogger meetup at ben's chili bowl tonight. the chili was great :)
i've been buying domain names like it's my new job. (but, it's not) i'll release the new names once i'm sure i want to keep them. they're not very creative, but potentially fun.
i got a new job. i'll be working at marasco newton as of october 1st. goodbye wach-fu!
swerdloff linked me, and if i could've blushed, i would've. instead, i just started sweating profusely.
i decided to get somewhat organized, and dug up my old palm pilot from the ready talent days. too bad the hotsync cradle's lost; the constant loss of (un-backed-up) info is what stopped me from using it in the first place. on the plus side, while digging, i found some strange magnets and an old bottle of rubbing alcohol i thought i had lost. oh, and that weird penis doll from puerto rico.
lanette's back in town for six weeks. don't expect to hear much more from me for a while ;)
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In Iraqi War Scenario, Oil Is Key Issue. that headline has to be the most obvious statement since, well, Violence Mounts Across Kashmir As Election Nears
. in case you didn't realize, it's specifically tailored for that guy that's been frozen in antarctica for the past 600 years. honestly, i couldn't even bring myself to read the whole article.
and just because i feel like being generous (reena took me to get a massage (birthday present) this morning and it's put me in an astoundingly good mood), some more highlights from this morning's bathroom reading:
and this. which, i didn't see in the bathroom, obviously.
seven things i miss now that bachia's gone
- having the violent femmes and/or bonethugs and/or snoop stuck in my head all morning
- arguing over the soap
- the house teetering on the brink of complete destruction when his car pulls into the garage
- being woken up to discuss his latest communist revelation
- simultaneous vietnamese food cravings (sammy just doesn't get it)
- having someone to blame for that foul smell
- anagram time: hijack stint
so you want more, eh? click away.
05/07sleeping with the fishes
04/07Kurt is up in heaven now.
02/07Yes, I'm still sitting here in Virginia
01/07because i can't keep up with the indians in the news
Wiki wiki wiki wak!
12/06Wherein I lose my ability to capitalize consistently
I don't like canned food.
Death by Bananas and Satire and Irony
running on empty
25% of the time you are on your periodical!
I don't know why.
No, YOU suck
05/06bachia takes over the world
payal & harnish get married
03/06pictures pacify the people
12/05Kalle has a plastic bag in his pocket. There is some pizza in it.
10/05adventures in surfing
12 hours of driving and... at least i saw a rainbow.
09/05now is time for cake
can you believe i've actually been to the hall the rikta was at? does that mean i've officially been to too many indian weddings? the hall's in atlanta!
09/05it was to scrape off my old decal
05/05betchya' never had a client claim to see angels floating over your shoulder
and the photos are even sporadically interspersed with requisite cute boy shots of cat
agreed: engineers are totally cute.
no risk ass
01/05ross and his golden plan
just because their photos are so much more entertaining/beautiful than mine
sea of heartbreak
12/04saare jahan se acha
i wanna go-a to goa!
just in case you deleted my email because you thought it was spam
11/04who's that other guy? how old is that pic? what happened to the essentials? who are you people?
leave our homos alone
boston is f&^$ing cold!
this country has broken my heart
i think my brother is trying to distract me from the pre-election tension by sharing this
10/04i was trying to be productive today
11/04cutest pics of three virginians in china EVAR!
10/04that deb sure is one smart cookie
why does this sound like a beatnik poem to me?
09/04happy hurricane weekend part IV
That dreamy look in your eye/
Give me a tropical contact high...
we need a flag and a name.
08/04miami nightlife after the monsoon rains
07/04finally we are no one
07/07Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians.
06/04a place where everyone is slightly left of center (and ragingly so), urban, and wearing comfortable shoes
i also do not get "hella"
four year old predictions finally come true
anyone want a gmail invite?
ready talent reunion! and a baby.
05/04these pictures look curiously similar to my costa rica pictures...
04/2004so yesterday? i saw a movie? it was great?
03/04la cuenta por favor
i feel like i owe you
(hello? anyone still there?)
it MUST be big news
congrats kids :)
01/04send ice. and love.
this will just have to suffice for now
11/03i think i miss virginia
the truth about our jobs
dia de los muertos
10/03jimmy pop is cute
on so many levels
also, turnpike update from max: human-less coin lanes are gone
this one's for the bostonians
dramatic sigh soon to come
brain cells burning
taking a break from frog-mania
today's new word is mierde
09/03know what i need from you?
i'm working too, really
what have i gotten myself into?
surfers and lesbians
an adventure in ordinary life
start reading metafilter already
also, i got a room in miami! now come visit already.
08/03and mefi the movie would be funny
more liberal propaganda for ben
max is bored
who says you can't drink during the day as a regularly employed drone?
07/03you think i jest
temptation and timing
drinking is funny
i know some of y'all could do this
so, you won't mind when i ignore you?
you will be required by law to at least try to smoke a cigarette
both from mightygirl.net
i love cafepress
more more more links
alas, where is the redesign?
just links, no judgement
is the fucking glass half-empty or half-full?
or maybe i should just move to miami already
but not insane pictures :(
really? republicans have more money? who woulda thunk?
i have a mosquito bite on my butt
06/03the site, that is
03/03someone HAD to mention the oedipal complex
don't ask about the weddings
it's come to this
02/03did i mention that march is wedding-mania in dc?
i now have no choice but to delve into all my theories on life, proving them using quantum physics
now, i just wonder how i didn't notice until today... (blame it on the snoooow)
today's conversation with my brother
i would be very delighted to be your friend
the lost art of the well-crafted email
01/03love as politics
cyan is a four-letter word
who screams "widget!" in the throes of passion?
did i mention that i'm moving out?
soft, female and already corrupted, please
12/02i agree with "excess"
look who we found!
can you tell i can't concentrate on work today?
ghosts of xmas past
better than you, daily
fyi, i'm not that pharmacy student from u. of toronto
how itchy is his back anyway?
message to max
die die die
no pun intended
tales of a viking invasion were greatly exaggerated
11/02out of the whole chaotic cesspool of hate
she said it, not me
and a little frightening
just because i've been feeling somewhat muted lately...
do you realize?
next time i'll go to supercuts
and the proof is only 9 pages long
the morning after
even if you don't celebrate
10/02i am brown
shalini is by urgent request
basic adult survival
it's a good thing daddy runs the vacuum empire
hear me? hear me! i need sugar in my tea!
telecommuting spoiled me. bad telecommuting.
vestri matris dat bonus caput capitis
09/02just because their email was so... charming.
couldn't have said it better myself
it's just a joke. don't get so uppity
like daughter, like mother
i am NOT a hottie
i'm supposed to be working
you put the happy in my ness
you're more bored than i am
more to come, i'm sure
are you kiddin'? we've already rented out your room...
some links that are keeping me sedate and content for now
lush-o sez wha?
now, go read "midnight's children"
this is just a test. do not run out of your house screaming. yet.
for all us "bad" indian girls out there
flatulence does exist!
07/02so my ass is large and i smell funny... it could be worse.
and now for something pleasant
it was all her baby's daddy's fault, really
she claimed it was because of all the flannel
that's below the median
oh, and i went to jersey this weekend. it was fun.
i trust the tofu
to all you toe-haters out there...
um, is this what you expected?
still masquerading as a member of the real world
it's pointless to walk when it's past time to run
06/02guess i'll go eat now
inanity of content reaches an all-time low
anyone remember carmen sandiego?
rock on, nickelodeon
get busy living or get busy dying
what was that? you don't think i'm funny?
another one bites the dust
statement of the day
even a termite wouldn't choke on it o/~
living vicariously thru the sachia
embarrassing him is my job (my 8th personality is a large italian mother)
who knew that jay-z was a trendsetter?
welcome back to virginia
05/02stir it up
i don't get it
bollywood chic, eh? have you seen an indian movie?
skanky like a project chick
the british suck. apparently these pickles don't.
when you have nothing to say...
no, officer. i did NOT call you a fat pig.
is that a new shaliniland in the distance?
sammy, the aspiring supermodel
WAY better than being a reagan-baby
say something reasonably clever
old pictures are only worth a few words
just for micah
don't let your meat loaf.
whether you like it or not
some family trees bear an enormous crop of nuts
04/02blessed is the homemaker
return of the fratboy
i be getting sappy in my old age
choose your own adventure
and you thought i was a boy
and it's not even true
don't try to bring logic into this
you could be my sunshine
this IS the über-update
this is not the über-update
tracking the progress of injured toes
02/02not like alanis
it's amazing what a little hindlish will do to you
i've turned into my mother
not that i'd do anything about it, but...
i forgot what i was going to say
why is it so quiet around here?
i'm doing the chicken dance as i write this
i'm pretending to care
no new mail
what's purple, green and red and badly misshapen?
someone hath murdered sleep. good for him.
and dubya stands for walker.
more talk | less head
i'm a marketing gimp's dream-come-true
the all new gid show
nick loves porn more than me
bend it! bend it!
ONESELF WHOM BE ACTUAL
passive aggressiveness and inexplicable frustration
pictures of my world verify its existence
go to sleep, you picture-crazy maniac!
shalini is a riceboy!
ich muß hier verlassen!
"tour of the south" leaves shalini with a vicious rash
pookie goes to charlotte
don't mind us, we're just going to sit here and make out
sammy is my zen master. and he told me not to watch any more of these dumb dating shows.
"it is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. it is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, 'no, i will not be erased, i will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer'."
- søren kierkegaard
(passage gleaned from "seymour, an introduction" by j.d. salinger)