(Where we collate sightings on some of our RSS feeds into one single wank-fest. Also, this should have been posted yesterday; Opera and WordPress contrived to stop the post for a full twenty-four hours.)
ఏదేశమేగినా, ఏ పీఠమెక్కినా: Where in the world is Carmen Santiago?
Dr Amardeep Singh, who runs an otherwise erudite, Indian lit.-oriented blog, writes about an American of Indian descent who’s running for some political post in the Favored Nation. You’ll never guess from whose blog he got his information from.
Yes Virginia, we know him, and we’ve been missing him and his posts; could someone point him to our new blogs? That should bring about this cycle-chain of wankery at levels unreached before.
On further reflection, we find that this post is dated October 2005! Why does my RSS feed list it as the newest post?
Cramming versus Cramming: On How To Get Married.
Shishir, a university buddy, dear friend, colleague and cubicle-sharer, at various stages of my Singapore sojourn, had recently mused on marriages. Just as he had cajoled the rest of the desi junta here into reading his rant, he had also asked me for my views. I obliged.
While my views on marriages are well known to the two of you who frequent this site, I should re-iterate here that I’ve long decided that I would never never never go through that three-week fishing trip that most (male) non-resident Indians make, in order to find brides for themselves. Family-fixed match or not, I think it’s fairly disgusting the levels to which some folks in the desi community would stoop in order to get themselves married.
Also, as I was mentioning this to a common friend, thanks to Metlin, I can’t think of Indian women anymore without an image of excess, frivolous hair floating through my viewscreen. Even Bipasha Basu (insert discussion on brown skin here) seems to be susceptible to this imagery. He knows what he did (or rather, said), and I’ll let him explain it in its entiriety.
Thanks a million bud; just what I needed.
Still stuck in the desert sand: Is Railing against Hizbolla
Speaking of which, Metlin has pulled off an impressive third RSS feed (you’ll only see two articles on his blog; the second feed is an updating of his first) on the very same topic in three days! That is an impressive achievement when you consider that thousands of other blogs are also talking about the same shit, and that CNN Asia has cancelled the Daily Show – Global Edition for three weeks in a row to further talk about this topic, and that BBC World had reduced the human fatalities to a popcorn-packed, Volkswagen-sponsored soap-opera.
But wait, there’s more! Looking carefully at the title of his post, we realize that there could very well be a Part II to the Slashback! This is where we stop being impressed, start being wonderous and ask: how can there be a Part II if all the comments in the first have already been covered?
Then again, I suppose I shouldn’t be this flippant, not only for the odd random poster who might drop by and plead if someone, just someone, would think of the children (and remember kids, random posters are completely possible; one of the sides has strange, powerful, evil tools), but also for the fact that things did get quite emotive out there. First, Alam felt as stuffed as a well-prepared turducken, mostly for some chequered history between the two warring factions, and took the entire post rather personally. Then the mysteriously named N drops by, and drops by twice, thereby presenting him/her-self as the second duck of the season.
[Update] 2006-08-10: Just when we start joking about blowing stuff up, some crazied mo’fos are up to no good. I’ll comment on this in another couple of hours.
Drax to be you: Shanking at the roots
And finally, Mr Alam, Telugu critic extraordinaire, and Opera/ Apple fanboi par excellence, has finally admitted to being bullied by his younger sister. “[A]ll of my 24 and a half years” is how he put it.
As much as we’d like to pile up on him and dismiss his antics with ruthless snarkiness, we can’t but help appreciate that he’s had a rough day today, and wish him luck for whatever important shit he was getting done. Just lay off the pipe, man, you get more work done that way.