Multiple lines of thought

There are times, when the doldrums set in and for months on end one can’t be bothered to write anything despite there being ample material or inspirations. And then there are days like these

Currently, it is 0238, and like I maintain, the best conversations occur at late night. So, dear intelligent reader, let us indulge in those little stories of mice and mortal men (or immortal fair folks if you wish to) which make life ‘interesting’. Now generally ‘interesting’ is scary. I prefer boredom. But sometimes, just once in a few sordid months, manna decides to grace us, or rather splatter us, just like a car in Delhi often decides to splatter you on a rainy day (and for some utterly bizarre reason, you smile instead of your usual profanity). So apparently I have been smiling a lot (yes it has been pointed out as distinctly OOC).

For starters, my gf decided to buy me a present. The rest of my thoughts on this subject cannot be translated to coherent english sentences.

Secondly, I met Varun (our resident galactic overlord and possibly the one other person who appreciates command and conquer as much as I do), Decay (or DK or the guy who made that map or the-guy-with-’animal-magnetism’-who-is-still-single-despite-being-the-subject-of-several-witnessed-glompings) and Alagappa (see Harish, I can actually spell your surname correctly, ha!) today. Aside from the fact these are capital fellows, travelling around in the metro is a joy of its own. And they had opened the new south Delhi line. And I have discovered much to my horror that I have started making stealth puns. And talking in pirate speak to myself or to inanimate objects. You don’t get to know these things unless you go out and meet people. Who are more mental than you are.

Lately, I have been able to indulge myself in listening for hours on end to the genres of music I like. Has anyone discovered the music released under Immediate Music, or their band Globus? It can be best described as, ‘take Wagner, subtract the ham, multiply the awesome, with choir and chanting to boot’. It is so rousing, so elegant, so much undiluted EPIC (their live albums have apt names like EPICON, EPIC LIVE!)… arggggggghhh (bsod).

Just listen to one of the many

Seriously people, anything of quality with ominous Latin chanting (or any ominous chanting for that matter) in it, with orchestral elements and so much intelligence, makes certain other types of ‘music’ sound like guttural orcish mating screams.

ALso, ever heard of Spaceballs? (don’t ask, just click the link and watch) And in case you have problems with parodies, I’m not the guilty party, someone introduced me to this piece of insanity. Before you watch the entire movie, this one scene is a definite CMOA

To end this post, I would recommend reading the Culture series by Iain M. Banks. I claimed today before someone, that it lies in the same league as the Foundation series. A tall claim perhaps, but in hindsight, I really do think it is that good. Especially Consider Phlebas and The Player of Games are the sort of unappreciated jewels which makes SF the genre which can always surprise or inspire a devoted bibliophile.

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