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*Tequila with Ice*: March 2006
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But swirling. was how i got high as a child. March 30, 2006. So many blogs have gone by and I am surprised at myself for not having mentioned Thomas Mann. He is the author that caught me off-guard. Now, several people have favorite authors and/or books and some have favorite moments or sections of books that they are fond of. I only really started reading in college (how very unfortunate for me, yes.) - but Mann is my favorite author. But above all - it was the distinction between intellect and art that ...
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*Tequila with Ice*: May 2006
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But swirling. was how i got high as a child. May 24, 2006. The Brethren of Dolts. Http:/ news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south asia/4985370.stm. Excerpts from the article:. Roman Catholics in the Indian city of Mumbai (Bombay) have received Muslim support in protests against the release of the movie, The Da Vinci Code.". And "Muslims in India will help their Christian brothers protest this attack on our common religious belief". What did we need more than individual idiots to deal with? Morons of the world unite!
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*Tequila with Ice*: I'd like to live...
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But swirling. was how i got high as a child. November 01, 2006. I'd like to live. I'd like to live the love I sing about, in my song". Sex has been a fad for the longest time and like any fashionable item - its acceptance comes and goes in its general cyclical nature. I've seen two posts about Sex so am forced to have one as well. Its the new fad! Because (and as Dr. Kinsey would argue) - it has. But who put sex on a pedestal? As a brown blooded, Indian. East-side Desi niggaz in da house wha wha! My advi...
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*Tequila with Ice*: October 2006
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But swirling. was how i got high as a child. October 27, 2006. I've used hammers made out of wood. I have played games with pieces and rules. I've undeciphered tricks at the bar, but now you're gone.". Halloween weekend has fallen upon New York with less fervor than I remember. A friend turned 25 today and I realized I wasn't far away. Scary thought to be honest. In a month and a half, I would've lived a quarter of a century. My checklist for 25:. 1 Did I have an emotive and memory intensive childhood?
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blue lines and jelly: July 2007
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Blue lines and jelly. RANTS AND WHAT NOT. My Relatively Thoughtful Theory of Relative Time Spans. This is something that occurred. To me a while back as i read through a fellow blogger's. Article on the cicada. (Actually when i say fellow blogger i mean a proper blogger who writes everyday.by that definition I'm. A whim blogger - or to put it plainly, a lazy blogabog. Not sure where I'm. Going with this except for to say that i just don't. Not good with details)! It would be pretty fascinating if these o...
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blue lines and jelly: November 2007
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Blue lines and jelly. RANTS AND WHAT NOT. Yes i have no real title! And while i know what i want to write about, im currently fighting back the worst case of inertia ever (i'm sure this will pop up at various stages of this post)! As a result i may go off on an entirely different tangent for no apparent reason (though im sure after i read it i'll get back on track) . um.how do they get those ships into those tiny glass bottles? Or to approach it from the right side up - if i know that i'm going to commit...
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blue lines and jelly
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Blue lines and jelly. RANTS AND WHAT NOT. To be the sand. To be small yet strong and complete. To need nothing. To be nothing. To have no need to be anywhere and yet feel fulfilled. If only I could break into a billion particles and yet feel whole. To be real and hard and solid and yet ride away on the wind. If only for now, if only for a moment, but just be. Posted by i'll have another one. You and me both pranav. Please hear into the ocean by blue october. This blog is deep! Gives wide eyed look.
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blue lines and jelly
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Blue lines and jelly. RANTS AND WHAT NOT. Yes i have no real title! And while i know what i want to write about, im currently fighting back the worst case of inertia ever (i'm sure this will pop up at various stages of this post)! As a result i may go off on an entirely different tangent for no apparent reason (though im sure after i read it i'll get back on track) . um.how do they get those ships into those tiny glass bottles? Or to approach it from the right side up - if i know that i'm going to commit...
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blue lines and jelly: August 2006
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Blue lines and jelly. RANTS AND WHAT NOT. Law of transfer - of pieces and feelings. Heres another hair brained quasi-theory (I say quasi thoery cos its mostly based on one-off instances that i like to generalise and call reliable data! So what i usually end up doing after all that research is looking at the overall figure at the end and obtain whatever little piece of mind by knowing that whatever the breakup, atleast i know for sure that x number (the total) is somewhere in the building. If theres a tot...
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blue lines and jelly: November 2006
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Blue lines and jelly. RANTS AND WHAT NOT. The two kiss dilemma! How you greet people says a lot about you. That’s actually true, though it’s just not relevant right now cos given the social situation that I’m taking, how you greet is really just a norm – step one in a huge list of steps in the procession of a “social” evening. We all go to them and if you’re a city dweller you can’t run far from the air kisses and the whole shabang! But that’s not what this is about. And the greeter is somehow supposed t...