Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Wanted: French to English Translator

Action Against Hunger needs a French to English translator to work with them on an ad hoc basis. Those interested please mail me at

Sunday, May 27, 2007

is it just me

or does Amitabh Bachchan look like an extra from the yet to be released film 'Pirates of the Caribbean: Walk the plank thambi' in Jhoom Barabar Jhoom?

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

warning: doggerel on board

Oh Cutty Sark!
you were such a lark
coasting along the sea

Masts pure white
China in sight
bringing us our daily cuppa tea

But now you lie
unrecognisable to the eye
charred like a Pittsburgh rare steak

I wish I could cry
but that would irritate my eyes
so I’ll just take another coffee break

(Yes, yes you're right. It would be better not to blog when I have nothing to say)

Friday, May 18, 2007

I should be writing but...

This site is addictive. If you're tired of reading about how wrong people can get it (though I can't see how any one could get bored of watching Paris Hilton make a fool of herself) The Sartorialist is a refreshing change.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007


The Paris Review interview book sits by my side, Margaret Atwood's Negotiating with the Dead is another new addition to the bedside table. I seem to spend more time reading about how other (real) writer's write than actually writing myself. And now this book begs to be bought. It even has pictures!

(Discovered via this blog.)

Monday, May 14, 2007

For rainy days

It seems I have missed the best of Spring. Lovely, sunny weather right up until I arrive from Dallas and then nothing but grey skies, rain and blustery winds. But this kind of weather is only awful when you're sitting inside and staring through a rain pounded window that trembles and groans. If you slip in to your raincoat (nothing with Noddy or Winnie the Pooh on it please) and head out for a walk it really isn't so bad. The tree branches are heavy with freshly minted leaves and rain, the air is wonderfully crisp and so fresh it seems brand new(no mann vaasanai - but one can't have everything) and then you hit shuffle on your I-pod and the strains of this song wash over you. Even Nizhalgal Ravi running in a dodgy red shirt can't take away from the beauty of the song.

P.S What's the heroine's name? She's gorgeous.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

shoes shoes and more shoes

It’s been about three weeks since I arrived in Dallas and I can confidently say I am all shopped out. My wrist has become sprained from credit card flashing and I have some definite triceps and biceps from all that bag lifting. But this isn't about my new fitness routine, it's about the mecca of footwear DSW Shoe Warehouse.

It gladdens my heart to see a retail space the size of Wal Mart that is solely devoted to shoes, stocking everything from Converse to Giuseppe Zanotti. The shoes are arranged according to style, so you don’t waste time trawling through row after row of wedges when you’re looking for platforms (though I would urge you to go for the wedges.)

After almost two hours of shoe browsing and richer by one pair, I decided it was time to turn my attention to shoe felons. Now while a beautiful pair of shoes can be a truly uplifting experience a heinous pair can give one just as much joy.

I present to you the worst of the worst (kindly modelled by yours truly)

I like to call these Kermit the Pimp. Don’t you think this is what the amphibian would make Miss. Piggy wear while walking the streets of Muppet Land? (Though it's highly possble these shoes were made with Kermit rather than for him.)

I have a feeling these shoes are very popular on a commune for arty crafty people too high on dope to notice how ugly these they are.

This pair I call Hooker with a heart of fake diamante studs. (And yes, I am in need of a pedicure.)

Miss. Simpson decided that tormenting us with her reality shows and sister wasn’t bad enough.

Biraather, I bought you a Rakhi but decided to stick it on my shoe instead.

Betsey Johnson, I know you’re crazy and that you like cartwheeling down the runway in pigtails, tutu skirts and pink leggings. But really, leopard print and flowers? My eyes! My eyes!

Even I have no words for these.
Just so the bags didn’t feel left out and to show I’m not prejudiced. (Might go with the crazy Betsey shoes.)