l We Apologise For The Inconvenience: August 2007

August 20, 2007

from (t)here to (t)here


August 17, 2007

10 heads are better than 01


those are binary numbers. convert the first into base-10. makes just as much sense in either base :D

to the anonymous commenter(s)

dear anonymous commenter(s), wasn't sure whether to post this or not, but here goes: please write me sometime. my AIM screenname is present in the blogger profile (iddibhai), or e-mail me

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would love to hear more. if you're the same person who's commented the past three or four times, there's plenty of good conversation waiting to happen.

this isn't to say stop commenting, or to sign off with a name, as some do--au contraire, i left the comments open to anyone (not just registered or authorised users) for that same reason. i like what you have to say and would love to hear more.

i hope this doesn't make you think twice about leaving remarks: i always look forward to them.

many thanks.

/sdq

ps, feel free to not respond if you would rather not, and continue commenting as before, won't mind in the least. i care more about the content rather than the author in this case.

August 15, 2007

the numbers game

what are the odds of me running into someone from my city, 2000 miles away that same day (me by car, he by plane) on the train? think they're high? the odds of that *not* happening are higher.
we all play the numbers in life.

August 14, 2007

la vie est bleue


the train keeps going. it doesn't care if anyone's there or not. the doors open only momentarily. get on when you want to, get off when you need to. make your move.

burn, baby, burn

"...
Everybody's got the fever
That is something you should know
Fever isn't such a new scene
Fever started long ago
...
Fever, if you live and learn
Fever, 'til you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn"

August 3, 2007

take my hand


"so sit on top of the world and tell me how you’re feeling."

--Dido

August 2, 2007

knot now, naught next

a couple became one here.
the balloons burst, the satin frayed; has the mirth and merriment gone from them too?
the knot stills holds fast, glitter and glitz notwithstanding.
are you a pessimist, or an optimist?