new found enthusiasm for crabmeat.
must.have.more.

more tv

i have a faster internet connection now. this means that i can watch what i want, shortly after it airs.

in large part due to cat deeley (so charming), i have become addicted to so you think you can dance. this particular dance routine, i've watched about five times so far. and i think i'll be getting on to youtube to hunt it down again. and since i've just learnt how to put youtube clips here-




the same week in which i have watched the untouchables, watched a documentary on deep-dish pizzas, am having something of a mood overload.


also (totally unrelated)i have recently discovered
i) the wombats
ii)the pigeon detectives
the music is nice. but i'd listen to them anyway- such fun names.

True Blood

Is such a fun show. And had me hooked from the opening sequence. The song and the montage, and the whole Gothic-South thing. Especially the slow-motion snake.



Having spent the last two days watching both seasons back to back I can't wait for season 3. Must go out and locate the books. I remember not understanding the fuss that everyone made about Buffy, or about Angel (boring boring boring). But this one is sex and drugs, then vampire-sex and vampire-drugs. With that Jace Everett song always in the background.

heh

before jane campion found her and made the piano anna paquin's only acting experience was as a skunk in a school play.
heh

Tennis musings.

I'm watching Cilic hurtle towards losing to Del Potro. From whom he took the frist set. And he looked so comfy at the beginning of the second.
I do miss Ancic. These new ones aren't quite the same. Djokovic is a brooding, sulky young man, and Nadal wears ugly clothes. Ancic was always well behaved, clothed in unoffensive colours and garments, and possessed of a lovely serve and volley game. Which fell apart on more than one occassion- but he was so pretty too. The makes up for many things.
Now Cilic is one of the few on the tour, who can still pull out a decent serve and volley game. I really want him to do that now. Or I'll be very annoyed that I stayed up till four to watch a match, and it didn't end as desired. Hmph.

Dinner at Agashiye

went to dinner with my father and some of his students. to a place called Agashiye. twas a most beautiful house, wood-worked and latticed, opposite a mosque, in a neighbourhood that bore an eerie resemblance to the cantonement area in bangalore. all very seventy-years-ago in feel.
with that lovely amdavadi breeze.
but the food. oh dear. i do not like sugar in my dal, and in my potatoes, and in my paneer, and in my moong ki sabji. no i do not. the rose flavoured ice cream was wonderful though.

channeling carly simon

so much anger.
joan jett, and some alanis morissette.
no one should forgive this kind of behaviour.
when my mum has a bad feeling about a boy, next time i shall listen to her. will save me the hassle.