Archive - 2006

September 21st

Barenaked Ladies at Ann Arbor

Barenaked Ladies are coming down to Ann Arbor, and will perform at Borders, on Wednesday October 4th, half past noon.

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half hearted

(by Hugh at GapingVoid.com)

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September 16th

copycat

Observations from my playlist:

  • The tune for the title track for the movie “Lakshya” by Shankar, Ehsaan & Loy is a direct copy of the guitar riff in AC|DC’s “Hard as a rock”.
  • A.R. Rahman’s “Thaiyya Thaiyya” seems eerily remeniscent of The Corr’s “Silver Strand”.
  • I have songs from Britney Spears on my playlist, which I don’t delete, just to have them pop up at unforseen moments. My body breaks into spasms, the moment I hear them, which is a great way to stay awake when working late.
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moto modding

The RAZR usually shows the T-Mobile logo on the outside screen when the flap is open. Thankfully, the phone has a very nice filesystem inside, which you can access using Moto4lin. This allows me to modify anything inside the phone, including the logo, which is a gif file you can easily replace. Hence, I am no longer a walking-talking advertisement for T-mobile — I’m now advertising arnab.org!:

Installing MP3s for ringtones is as simple as a copy / delete / reboot, as described here. The requirements on the page seem to be too stringent, my current ringtone is the intro to Joe Satriani’s “Why”, which is available in mp3 form from his website.

The next step is to get this syncing somehow with Evolution, however writing a conduit for such things is usually too complicated for what it’s worth.

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September 14th

the internet is for porn

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September 12th

overheard on slashdot

/. commentary about how MySpace is better than Facebook: I bet there’s going to be a merger at some point. Coming soon: FaceSpace!

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September 11th

resolution

Just wrote this in my Facebook status:

Arnab is going to be less annoying from now until end of October.

I guess this is a resolution, let’s see how this goes!

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September 8th

6 degrees

I discovered that the president of my university, Mary Sue Coleman is connected to Osama Bin Laden. This is very awesome stuff, in terms of text mining / research.

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September 6th

corrupted indices

Today is an amazing day for my fingers. First, I decided to bike down to school, instead of the planned bike-and-then-bus schedule, which left my fingers fairly numb due to the cold wind. On my way into the Art, Architecture & Design building, I decided that it would be a good idea to keep the locked door ajar, so that others after me could get in. Of course, my left index finger decided to help out by placing itself conveniently between the concrete block stopper and the door; resulting in a cut fingertip and a nice bloodclot under the nail.

The right index finger was getting jealous, and decided to make its move at lunch. This is when I give my dear readers a fascinating piece of advice: When you are working with Swiss knives, it is not a good idea to put them in the back pocket alongside your wallet. Atleast not with the corkscrew side sticking out. Because if you do that, your right index finger will decide to make sweet love with your corkscrew instead of your credit-card carrying wallet, yeilding cute little droplets of blood in front of the cashier, who is wondering why you are jumping up and down, all you bought was a stupid pizza and coke.

I guess this is a good time to unlearn my two-finger typing and actually learn how to use all my fingers on the keyboard.

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September 4th

crush

a smile crept up
on his weary face
as his fingers uncovered
his favorite album
from years ago

the songs, reminiscent
of times when he dreamt
of things bigger than reality
a life, bigger than life
with more passion than could fill his heart

the songs, reminiscent
of times when he dreamt
of plans to rule the world
of plans, to rule a heart:
and of love, and the endless years ahead

a smile crept up
on his weary face
as his fingers uncovered
his favorite album
from years ago, thinking of

the dreams, injected with maturity, shattered by time
the life, embittered by reality
the love, disillusioned, and scoffed at by circumstance

a smile crept up, acknowledging
the dreams, the love, the life, the pain and
the irony that
the very songs that take him back to
the very best of his memories
remind him of his worst

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