Today was fairly eventful, scientifically and otherwise.
I stumbled upon the best deal in history.
Being the longest and most complete eclipse of the Sun I have seen was exciting in itself. That apart, once I got bored of taking pictures of it directly, I ventured to fish out my once-used binoculars from the viscera of my home (which ended successfully). Several attempts at powering up my astronomically challenged digicam with my binoculars were made, all in vain. Or at least, it would seem so until I realized that the combination was great for macro photography in low light (w00t!).
The binoculars were put to great use nonetheless and earned my brother a few skeptical looks from the mallu baays playing cricket in the waxing and waning afternoon sun. The grahana witnessed nobody else from the apartments - the ajji downstairs declined the offer and the baays seemed more interested in the binoculars than in the eclipse, which I suspect they were unaware of.
Great family fun, all the more because my brother, whom I generally consider to be a disinterested sort of fellow, was quite enthusiastic about the whole thing.
A great dinner at the new Malnad restaurant across the street sealed the day.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
BestBuy
I have discovered what I think might be the ultimate value-for-money buy in the history of commerce.
The Shave Brush.
Think about it.
At a mere Rs. 20, a shave brush is bound to last for at least as many years if not more, only getting better with use! The absence of annoying fading blue bristles reminding you that your brush needs replacing is only a bonus.
O Faithful low-priced companion, I bow to thee.
The Shave Brush.
Think about it.
At a mere Rs. 20, a shave brush is bound to last for at least as many years if not more, only getting better with use! The absence of annoying fading blue bristles reminding you that your brush needs replacing is only a bonus.
O Faithful low-priced companion, I bow to thee.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Persistence of Vision
The landscape slides beneath him
The sky stays marvelously pinned
To a canvas unseen by human eyes
Whilst he gazes from within
A frame, inertial
Inertial, it seems.
In his state of pondering
A vision was just but wrought.
A momentary breach of vigil
An intrusion of thought.
The landscape yet slides beneath,
But the speckled sky now swings
On the canvas unseen by human eyes
Whilst he gazes from within
A frame, inertial no more
No more inertial, it seems.
The sky stays marvelously pinned
To a canvas unseen by human eyes
Whilst he gazes from within
A frame, inertial
Inertial, it seems.
In his state of pondering
A vision was just but wrought.
A momentary breach of vigil
An intrusion of thought.
The landscape yet slides beneath,
But the speckled sky now swings
On the canvas unseen by human eyes
Whilst he gazes from within
A frame, inertial no more
No more inertial, it seems.
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