They say, no-one should hire mbas below 35, i think there's a bigger pestilence to avoid. Writers who write before theyve lived. Especially the kind who run a good chance of getting published for the wrong reasons. (I'll tell you what those are later)

Never Forgive, Always Revenge

No one had to teach me that; no one had to inpsire me. So when a few months back a sly ex disingenously sends a group mail with a sham ingenuous-mask of a 'i'm finally getting married ' message, retribution was immediate and given. I dont want to geive too much away, but it was done in way that ensured he couldn't respond and likely resulted in him feeling massively impotent, enough to make him plan to whip his silly new wife that night. I encourage wifebeating that way; she looked liek a sissy anyway from pics. The point is: Zadie Smith had something to say on retribution that got me here:

I'm all about vengeance. I have stalked boys, I have phoned them at two in the morning, I have scared off their girlfriends, I have smashed their mirrors, ripped up their clothes and thrown their stereos down corridors. I don't know why, I just can't help it. I have never been able to hide a feeling. I have never been able to understand the principles of House and Contents Insurance. I have never been able to forgive anybody anything.

Glad I can say that I'm proud of the work of every single blog in my buds&wisers list. Most of the time, people think its a space to rub other's backs. And ye - so its their blogs they can do whatever they want. But some time back I decided I wouldnt patronize drivel or foamy spew I cared little for and now i'm left with this compact list of special bloggers who are all on a some kind of roll right now. I wish I could present awards to each of them; special mention ofcourse to my long running favorites: bangalore boy murugan and mysore's top magga ubermensch.

How do you feel?

how do you feel when you see a honeycombie?

All i feel like is wanting to rub my hands on it to feel the rough and then stuff it into my mouth then make a 'cha cha' noise because the honeycomb parts would have gone and hexa-gone into my back teeth grooves. cham cham. yes. thats what.

how about you?

This can be pokey and all but continuing my talk with **o on the importance of resistance, here's this quote that struck by Wiggenstein "The difference between a good architect and a poor architect is that the poor architect succumbs to every temptation and the good one resists it."

The site of another thing set me off again. sakan. It's about care and ardour in the smallest detail; even just the intention of attention; the pledge and felicity to care. Feeling it to the point of distraction from construction itself, you know? This is easier in physical labour, which is why a sloppy job in something like carpentry just should not be tolerated. Make a thing like it was the last thing you would ever make; i know i had said 'first thing' when I first wrote this, but I think I mean 'make it like it was the last thing anyone would make' ; looking both with a rheumy wise and steady eye on the most considerate and beautifult things we have seen loved and learnt.
Meanwhile, this comforting and very pleasing pod isn't a flash in the pan; it's very aware. It's the work of the Kazuya Morita Architecture Studio, Kyoto. It's made of fibre-reinforced concrete (white cement+lightweight aggergate+glass fibre). The perforations were created by ataching styrofoam rings to the mould before applying the mix; later removed with mould when the concrete hardened. The proportions are similar to that of a hen's egg.

Masters of Deceit

(I just had to share this)
Just love the fucking hateable raven; specially bcos it gives not a starbusting damn.
he says - i'm being practical here, u pussyfooting crapspouting deluded dimwits. Why I mite even scavenge the crap you spouted.