electric relaxation

My parents and sister came to visit and stayed with me for a week in my spacious, nay, enormous, mansion at 94 Manchester Street in San Francisco. Among the highlights included were a number of delicious home-cooked South Indian meals (four, to be exact) and trips to major highlights in the Bay Area, covering the gamut from sacred to salivatory to just plain sad. Oh yeah, and we had a pretty raging party on Friday to top it off.

As always, pictures are in the gallery.

So I finally ditched my old Nokia 8265 for a much nicer Nokia 6600. Despite being noticeably larger (in width - depth and length stayed the same it seems), it feels lighter and is lightyears ahead in terms of functionality.

Meanwhile, I found a useful guide to setting up GPRS browsing from my PowerBook.

The three juggernauts are Saravana Bhavan, Dasa Prakash, and Komala Vilas. Actually, KV really isn’t in the same category as the first two, I just have an affection for its authentic Tamil ghetto-fab style - you gotta love a place where you sit at fold out tables next to shelves full of old computer parts and a ping pong table.

Dasa Prakash used to hold the crown, but IMO, Saravana Bhavan has taken the lead in recent months. I guess everyone else must have already figured this out, since Dasa Prakash seems pretty deserted these days.

While the entire eighth season of South Park has been a resounding artistic success, Awesom-o is definitely the crowning achievement.

I’m straight jacking this from Memepool. It’s the blog of a Savile Row (London) tailor. It’s actually fairly entertaining reading, though the large number of grammatical errors in the writing are perplexing and ultimately frustrating (to me, anyway).

One of the funniest television shows I’ve ever been addicted to (and I’ve been addicted to a lot) is HBO’s Entourage. It’s hilarious, though perhaps not nearly as suitable for mass consumption as, say, Seinfeld. Anyway, apparently the new season won’t be airing until the summer. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that these guys are at least slightly more motivated than Chappelle.

It would be Gentoo, wouldn’t it. Poetic justice is served. Not my proudest moment as a software developer. Though I’m suitably humbled and ashamed, I still wouldn’t mind laying out this cat were I ever to run into him, if only just for stating the obvious (it oughta be a crime).

Managed to trash the blog database with the last update. Easy come, easy go. At least this thing is sanely themeable now.

In a dashing and debonair display of class and sophistication, Roy proposed to Maya in Cannes. However, his romantic inclinations belie a certain sadism, as he has heartlessly upped the ante for any remaining pretenders to the title of Desi Don Juan. To all wanna-be contenders: you just got served. See the pictures from Cannes and the party at Nikki’s in the gallery.

For some reason I’m terribly amused by Pitchfork’s review of The Killers: Hot Fuss; they completely slaughter the poor bastards. Not that it stopped me from copping the album, or anything.