Nomological Net

Stray thoughts from here and there. The occasional concern for construct validity. No more logic. Fish.


faults in the clouds of delusion

Thursday, April 29, 2010

On Passing

Life. New life. Precious life.
Old life. Farewell.
I am privileged to have known you.
I am sorry that you never met.

Thank you for everything.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Now spinning

Now spinning dxpx5 on steady rotation. Yesterday and day before were disk 2, this morning it's disk 3. The UJB is *sweet*, and I think it will get a few more rounds.


Speaking of rounds, this Sunday I got a free pass to go see Ian Wright at an event promoting his new program "Out of Bounds". Never heard of the guy before, but he's funny, and as far as the travel stuff goes it seemed his heart was in the right place. The show is about "places that most Americans would not dream of going" -- like Syria and Siberia. Amazing how many elderly women were in attendance, going completely crazy about him.


And speaking of gaga, I used a clip from the eponymous performer's latest video in a recent class. It's called "Telephone" and it is loaded with product placements. So is her previous vid, "Bad Romance". Not linking. Astonishingly bad music and crass storylines but boy do they cause earworms or what. The sad thing is that the students (who, funnily, hate her) seem to think I am a fan. I had to use a Clapton Michelob commercial to wash some of the sins away.

Monday, April 26, 2010

You've Lost That Lavang Feeling

aka Not So Spicy Any More.

Monday, April 19, 2010

It's not a real imbroglio yet

Tharoor may have resigned, but I'm not convinced. Where are the religionistas, I say?

Thursday, April 01, 2010

I'm the Dude

It's near midnight, I'm in the living room with the laptop on my knee, working. Feel a little chilly so I walk into the bedroom where the mishpuha slumbers, and, from the walk-in closet, relying purely on touch in the darkness, I pull out my dressing gown and put it on.

Close to an hour later I finish the review and, shrugging the laptop off, head towards the bathroom. My eyes are groggy and my head is dense. My knee hurts. I plod. Somewhere along the corridor, the gown falls open from the front, exposing my shapeless t-shirt and the shorts beneath.

And I wonder -- where have I seen this before?