Resonant Cavity

Recycling code

2006-02-18T11:45:00.000-06:00

After so many years, I think I have really understood what code reusability really is. And looking back, I realize that much of what I have written is not reusable in the full sense of the word. Of course, the root finding modules I wrote a year ago will still fit well into whatever I am going to write, say, next week. But, unlike the combustion chemistry modules that I wrote last semester, will they be able to just slip into any new code that needs it. Will it be a blind, snug fit. I will be able to plug-and-call the code. But will I be able to really just plug-and-let call the code? True reusability is when old can call the new, with blind confidence and no knowledge of the new. And how much of what I have written is like that? Not much, I realize. Little, very painfully little. On a better note, I realize with joy that I am learning. And that is all that matters.

Should decisions always be boolean?

2006-02-13T18:57:00.000-06:00

My last post was 3.5 months ago. And these 3.5 months have been a whirlwind. A whirlwind that could have gone so many other ways than it actually has gone / is going. Delirious highs and gut-wrenching lows. A trip back home. And other momentous decisons that have to be called undercurrents only because they are not visible.

Decisions that make me wish I were an ostrich. I would greatly appreciate the ability to bury my head in the sand. If only to be able to avoid these decisions. What kind of a decision is it when you have to choose between your right leg or your left. Whats to guide you in making the right decision?

I wish this were an anonymous blog. I then would not have to think thrice about writing more. Anywayz, this talking in riddles goes perfectly well with the tone of my earlier posts. Hope to be writing again. Also hope that at least the new post is longer and better. :p

Note: For those of you who think I need a shrink ... Dont worry, I am perfectly fine.

was God Object-Oriented?

2005-10-22T12:25:00.000-05:00

It seems ridiculously easy to abstract from a discussion on object-oriented design to higher philosophy. You're intently discussing some issue on how to design your model, and then you suddenly start seeing design parallels in nature, social structure and what not! But I guess its all because I am an empty vessel. All you software geeks out there, please bear with an ignorant soul.

Where does my time go?

2005-10-21T16:28:00.000-05:00

Some people write blogs, shoot pictures. Others, complete their work, fight deadlines. Still others play, go to the gym, watch movies. Some sleep and eat. Some hang out with friends. But I seem to be doing none of these. Repeat, not one of these.

I don't have major deadlines at work.. Nor do I use my time constructively or destructively. Where does all my time go? How do I manage to live a life that eats up all the time just for daily overhead. I just get up, go to the department, come back, have food and sleep. Note, nothing else between these events. There's an action-void between these. Just get up, then go to the department. Then come back, having done NOTHING. Eat. Sleep. And not too much of sleep too. Not any 16-hour marathon session or something. I wonder what really happens to my time. Why does my life proceed in a blurry daze like this. This is seriously something of concern.

Unstable Equilibrium

2005-10-07T17:34:00.000-05:00

Continuing in the same tone as the previous post (i mean the brusque, not-offering-explanations kind of tone) ... Do you people know how unstable equilibrium feels? But then, maybe Ill explain later...

Music is Magic

2005-09-28T00:57:00.000-05:00

Music is Magic ... i thought i should let the world in on this big secret :p

Penn Vidudhalai

2005-09-02T01:46:00.000-05:00

Sujatha recently posted about the idiosyncrasies of the typical Indian, unforward-middle-class, arranged marriages. A frustrated outpouring. Much of her post made agreeable reading, till I reached the very last line. And there she dropped a word that, the more I thought of, the more I felt shouldnt have been there. I left my response in a comment but am also cross-posting it here.

"Penn vidudhalai oru kanavu". Though i see the point in much of your post, i feel that last one is downright pessimistic. Speak about rigid, blinkered practices and i can understand. But please do not, being so privileged enough to be blogging abt this, mix "penn vidudhalai" with just the right to choosing one's partner.

Penn vidudhalai is still a lot about some very fundamental things that we take for granted. Like the right to be born. The right to live. The right to be treated as a human and not as a commodity. The right to be given a basic education. The right to enjoy the pleasures of a childhood instead of being burdened with household chores and the care of siblings. The right to voice an opinion and be heard and treated as someone of consequence. Penn vidudhalai is a strong term. And it is still a dream in many places, but a very achievable dream.

Though the term still sounds so sacred and righteous in Tamil, it translates to the much more frightening, cliched, over-used, mis-used, exploited Women's Lib in english. Something that conjures up in my mind, images of a pack of hungry tigresses tearing me apart :) Eh, ummm... he he. ... hmmmm ... (already weak at the knees) ... cough ... ahem. that was my attempt at humor,... he he. u do see it, dont you. i really meant a group of very shrill ... i mean loud ... no, no.. audible ,, women (or am i supposed to say differently-abled-men? :D ) that fight and ... hmmm ,,, raise their voices for extremely just reasons. aint it so. i.. i .. just get a li'l befuddled at this time. i really ought to go sleep, you know. so mademoiselles, please dont take anything to heart ,,, i am all for women's lib. :D

Let the world change you ...

2005-08-27T23:56:00.000-05:00

I was reading through my daily harvest of blog feeds, when I came across this review of 'The Motorcycle Diaries' by Samanth. And that triggered the sudden yearning for the haunting music that the movie has been set to. Truly amazing pieces. I've watched the movie thrice (something that I never, ever do), and listened to the background score scores of times. The music reflects the way the movie has been made. Soft, subtle, yet packed with emotion. Both leave lingering imprints on your mind. There was a time a few months back when my craze for the music bordered on addiction. It was, to me, like anybody's daily cup of coffee. Then suddenly, one day, I stopped listening to it... forgot about it. Today, when I read the review, I discovered that the craving had only been simmering beneath the surface. Discovered to my delight that, despite the obvious overdose, the spanish was not cloying but still enchantingly sweet. Lyrical syllables flowing together yet so distinct in the way each of them titillate the ear. I was reminded of the way Tolkien described the elven tongue. How he spoke of the elf song. So as I sit enthralled by the strains of 'Al otro lado del rio', allow me to become quote-happy: "Let the world change you ... and you can change the world"

PS: For those who would like a free online source for the music, the movie's website features streaming audio for a sizeable chunk of the score. Several soundtracks, in fact. Go ahead, sit back and savor it.

The post that was - A visit to the church

2005-08-25T14:49:00.000-05:00

After almost 2.5 years, I went to church this Sunday. The motivation was primarily my recent craving for choir and gospel music. However, it was the first time I've attended mass. Though the visit didn't do much to satiate my cravings, the sermon did leave me surprised. The verse being dealt with was from Matthew 15: 21-28. I understand that I might be quoting (drawing meaning) unpardonably out of context.

Then Jesus went from that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And behold, a Canaanite woman of that district came and called out, "Have pity on me, Lord, Son of David! My daughter is tormented by a demon". But he did not say a word in answer to her. His disciples came and asked him, "Send her away, for she keeps calling out after us". He said in reply, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel". But the woman came and did him homage, saying, "Lord, help me". He said in reply, "It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs". She said, "Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the table of their masters". Then Jesus said to her in reply, "O woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish." And her daughter was healed from that hour.

But some rudimentary googling confirmed that I was not alone in my surprise and that several, more knowledgeable others had experienced similar doubts. For someone who does not have any prior knowledge of biblical literature, I found Jesus's statements strongly discriminatory. As the pastor was explaining how the verse demonstrated that true faith was rewarded, I was sitting partly shocked at the reference to a canine. I was surprised that such strong discrimination should be ratified by quoting it as having come from Jesus himself. Several explanations have been proferred on numerous websites that try to explain this away by saying how it was God's will that the descendants of Abraham be shown the way first. Though not wholly convinced, I atleast sense that there are, perhaps, other interpretations to be drawn. After all, most relegious literature is open to such widely varying interpretations. However, I found portions of bloomingcactus's explanation simple and captivating. Perhaps someday I'll run into somebody who will come down to my wavelength to resonate this empty cavity.

I am sure one can find such discriminatory parallels in Hindu literature and folklore. As I've become too lazy to even pause and think, I'd be glad if someone could point me to specific instances. What would really interest me is to see if the Hindu myths and scriptures portray such statements as coming from one of the many gods, saints and sages that we revere. And how such speech (action / behavior) is explained away. Do they fall back on the omni-science/potence of God as the reason for such statements. Do they attribute it to God wanting to teach the world a lesson-by-example. Having grown up in the midst of Hindu beliefs, traditions, myths, scriptures and folklore, I wonder how it will sound like now. And if any kind of an explanation might make such statements even sound agreeable. I also wonder if I will find myself upto the task of equivocally criticizing both religions for ratifying such discrimination. Whether I will sit back satisfied that religion is just a hallucinatory account of human history and emotions. And if my faith in a supreme being will withstand such and many more rationale-founded debates.

Fine print: Just to make sure that I do not rub anyone on the wrong side, let me state that what I have written here is a snapshot of my thoughts as I was in the process of thinking them. They do not, in any way, reflect my complete or crystallized opinions. I do not intend this as a tirade against any person or religion. Phew...

The post that was - The week in review

2005-08-23T20:07:00.000-05:00

Jus a short recap of some relevant things. If I am not mistaken, this is the first diary-entry style post in my blog. I have usually refrained from the pointless activity of letting the world know what I do everyday / week / month. I also refrain from reading such posts in other blogs. Except perhaps, with the exception of those people who are able to turn such accounts into laughter provoking prose. It is difficult to be able to step away and ridicule oneself from another's point of view. Even more so, to be able to do it humorously. Good-natured self-deprecation has always been a successful genre of humor, and it takes a good writer to be able to do it successfully, yet subtly. Something I have never attempted, fearing a dismal failure. Already digressing from what I intend writing about, let me get back to last week.

Last week saw the culmination of the previous week's slogging with a presentation that I had to make. Though the presentation itself went smoother than I would have liked, major upheavals were part of the days leading up to it. Most notable, the shedding of about half a kilogram of beard in what was practically a shearing ceremony on the eve of D-day. A month's worth of hair growth that was the result of sheer disinclination to do anything. Trust me, if I hadn't been able to lay my hands on the electric shears that I used, I might have spent an eon scratching my way through it with a razor.

That apart, I must meticulously inform all my readers that my physical reference co-ordinates have changed. I moved into a new apartment starting August. It was a week of madness. And it ended with an exasperated roomie who watched as I contentedly sat down amidst towers of cartons to write my report.

Finally forced to relinquish the landline that 'connected' me to the rest of the world, I had to get a cellphone. And I have not yet mailed or called anybody to let them know of these changes. Quintessential me.

The post that was

2005-08-23T19:44:00.000-05:00

In a post that should have appeared on this blog last Wednesday, I had collated a few noteworthy thoughts and observations that stemmed from the happenings of the previous week. However, owing to some funny session and login expiry rules that I am only vaguely beginning to understand, I lost most of the post. And thats a pity, cos what I had typed was certainly not short. I would have considered it sufficient material for 3 posts. And there were certain sections where I had really squeezed my mind quite a bit. Now, that is something that I must hold precious, for there seem to be fewer and fewer occasions where I actually think, as in T.H.I.N.K :) And I dont hope to recapture the precise words that originally formed the post. So, abandoning the idea of reconstructing it, I am resorting to the much simpler alternative of just jotting down brief-but-multiple posts that somewhat reflect the original content. Please bear with me if the next 2/3 posts seem incompletely fleshed out. Also note, that the time frame being written about is the second week of august.

a realization

2005-08-07T02:23:00.000-05:00

Wasted weekends begin with late night fridays :p

... the Stupor

2005-08-03T10:48:00.000-05:00

that hits you on the morn after burning midnight oil. The feeling that you've been pickled in one of those biology lab formalin solutions. The feeling that some thick, numbing haze surrounds you, slowing down all your faculties. I'm rediscovering it all :)

Rediscovering ...

2005-08-03T04:19:00.000-05:00

... the true joy of a 'night out'. In the midst of all the tension, deadlines and pressures, you cocoon yourself in a world of your own. Your work, your music ... just you. Solitude is bliss at times like these.

But it is never for long enough. The unruly, unproductive side of me (thats just abt 98.27% of my being) finds the whole thing chafing ... choking. Always looks for little loopholes that it can blow bubbles through. Cracks in this focused visage that it can break through. Like it has done just now. But enough, time for some more 'jus me' time.

A sudden thought

2005-07-26T19:53:00.000-05:00

Am I mistaken, or has Bollywood taken a fancy to period movies? This could be a very delayed observation as I dont attempt to keep abreast of happenings in the hindi film world. Nor do I care much about what happens in any movie industry. But even I seem to have this mildly cloying taste in my mouth as I watch the fare that is being dished out lately. The industry's infatuation is bound to cause an overkill.

That apart, the passing glances at Bolly heeadlines as I browse through other websites unfailingly nauseates me more and more. Let me stop wasting words before it looks like I care enough about the topic to talk about it. Just wanted to jot down my disgust.

The "help me get in touch" campaign

2005-07-24T19:32:00.000-05:00

Supposed to be working hard on my thesis. But as it turns out, my concentration spans can have fantastic spikes in them (only) when I am doing something unproductive. It is for this reason that I bought myself a laptop 7 months ago. Desperately hoping to increase my productivity. As things turned out, nothing of that sort happened. And with a similar excuse, I've gotten myself a cellfone. Hoping to address my chronically disorganized nature. Dunno if its going to work out.

I used to be secretly afraid of owning one. To me, they were a pain. I wondered how people didn't feel fettered with one on them. But, I succumb to technology. The gadget loving, self pampering, geek in me won over my morbid disgust for wireless imprisonment. God & the laws of physics permitting, this will get me a little more organized. Hopefully, the next time I need to call somebody, I wont have to hunt down a common friend over Yahoo messenger to get the number!

If you are reading this and you know me and I know you and you can stand the thought of having to speak to me then please send me a mail / offliner with your PHONE NO.

Help a disconnected soul.

Updates: Photoblog, Skins and Blogger Comments

2005-07-18T13:59:00.000-05:00

I just wanted to mention a few updates.

I managed to update my photoblog. There have been sweeping changes. First, I have moved the image hosting off blogger onto flickr. I find that it organizes my photos much better. In attempting to redesign my photoblog, I tried to keep in mind the fact that nobody should have to scroll down to view the picture. I was initially planning to post at 640x480. And this called for a major shift away from the tabbed layout that I had already set up for my other pages. It was taking up too much pixel estate. I spent two more nights meddling with the css that, I had just thought, needed no more meddling with. However, it turned out flickr supports just 500 pixels on the long side. So the new skin was in vain. But it looks simple and good, and I have made that the default skin for my photoblog.

Of course, you can still change it to the skin that you prefer, and it will stay set on that. For those who dont know, you can skin my pages. As on date, the options available are very limited. Just 2 or 3 skins that only change the colors a bit. The new skin, "I hate tabs" is the first significant deviation. I hope to add more appealing layouts sometime in the distant future. You need to have javascript enabled for all this. And the skins menu is on the top right corner of the page.

Talking about script, the next major change to go with the 1-pic-per-page layout has been the javascript based navigation scheme. I really must thank Mc on whose blog I came across this, Balaji for sending me there and Ed Powell who has originally authored the script for the system. I did modify the script a little to suit my needs. I think its a neat fix for people who want to host photoblogs on Blogger but still want the classic layout. For people who dont have the time and energy to invest in a domain of their own. Check it out

Two other additions to the post template include the pic metadata section and the picture description portion. The first, I feel, is an essential addition. Will definitely help me keep track of how my technique (if i have one) evolves. The other is just to place the picture in its context. Textual Bits that add meaning to my Pixels.

After all this talk about templates and skins, I want to wind up trying to undo some of my earlier harsh words on the Blogger commenting system. I had switched from Blogger to Haloscan last November as I felt people dont comment on my blog because blogger doesnt allow them to. Some months down the line, as Blogger has updated their commenting system, and as Haloscan is gradually going down the drain, I switch back to them. Of course, I would like things like TypeKey and RSS feeds included. But no, I don't claim to have earthshaking conversations going on in my comments column. It hardly matters. But that one thirsting, craving, Gollum-like part of me called an 'ego' craves for a few more comments.

Ruminating ...

2005-07-18T03:14:00.000-05:00

Well... after my previous post, I went back and 'revised' some of the stories in the Dahl omnibus. Call it rumination if you will. Skimming lightly through some of the pages, this paragraph caught my eye. Found it amusing. I am quoting from "Georgy Porgy", from the Dahl omnibus:

I find that writing is a most salutary occupation at a time like this, and I spend many hours each day playing with sentences. I regard each sentence as a little wheel, and my ambition lately has been to gather several hundred of them together at once and to fit them all end to end, with the cogs interlocking, like gears, but each wheel a different size, each turning at a different speed. Now and again I try to put a really big one right next to a very small one in such a way that the big one turning slowly, will make the small one spin so fast that it hums. Very tricky, that.

The mechanical engineer in me had to blog this. :)

Dallying with Dahl

2005-07-04T13:44:00.000-05:00

Uma mentioned Roald Dahl in her blog. And linked to this article in the The New Yorker.

A few months back, I had been to a bookstore on one of those meaningless, evening outings. I was walking the aisles glancing at the fare on display and my eyes caught a Roald Dahl Omnibus. I was introduced to Dahl in early middle school, when I found a teacher reading one of his poems over lunch and had to find out for myself who the hell this guy was. After devouring several of his kid stories and a few poems, I fell for his simple and made-for-the-kids style. His poems too had this streak of humor and simplistic candidness all through. And then, in the transition from middle school to high school, was lost this enthralling writer that I would have loved to read more of. Once I ended up here in grad school, I did manage to find a few more of his stories online. But never a hardback or paperback to keep company on a Saturday afternoon.

Leafing through the index pages, my thoughts flew halfway across the world to my sister. She was bang in the middle of the academic chaos that we call high school. I was sure that she had not discovered Roald Dahl, and I did not want her repeating these li'l mistakes that I had committed. It was this that spurred me to buy the book as soon as I set eyes on it. "I'll gift it to her when I go home", I thought. Back to my apartment, the selfish reader in me took over. "She wont mind if I read the book first. After all, I am her brother. I'll get it wrapped once I finish."

And I was in for a neat, li'l surprise. Roald Dahl, it seems wrote short stories targeted at adult audiences too. The book carried a selection of short stories from 2 or 3 of his published collections, and a few that had been published in magazines. I read on, discovering a new facet to this writer of children's stories. I found in him, the same qualities that make Saki and O' Henry masters of their genre. The wry humor, the succinctness, the ability to bring a stale setting to life and weave a story out of an ordinary occurrence. And most of all, the surprise ending. The ending that typically whips your breath away, leaving you whooshing for air. And then makes you read that last paragraph again, this time, the feeling of expectation tingling up your spine. And brings you back to the same story a week from hence for another dose of exquisite adrenalin. Indeed, the ideal short story is addictive. And the Dahl I was reading was on those same lines! Not the captivating children's story, but the full fledged, regal short story.

Some of them had mildly non-kiddo themes. The kind that is seemingly targeted at middle-aged, stern-looking, gossip-loving, English spinsters. The kind that might have appeared in magazines that had commissioned Dahl for a series of stories to boost their reader base. But nevertheless, humorous and readable.

And hence, I was in a dilemma. I wasn't sure my sister was ready to read such stories. She would appreciate the language and style, sure. But I was in two minds about the content, however mildly it might have been put. She might be in high school, but she was still my li'l kid sister. Fortunately, the issue never crystallized as my trip home has not yet materialized. And by the time I do get around to gifting the book to my sister, I think she'll be almost out of school, and much better poised to read "Dahl: the short story writer".

In Memory

2005-07-01T17:04:00.000-05:00

She taught me the difference between present and present... and how to say moment. If I appreciate Shakespeare, its because of her. She stoked my love for, and appreciation of the written and spoken language. And several others' too. But not any more.

She taught me so much. And yet, not enough to be able to convey what I feel now. Its ironical that words should fail me when I try to write about the person who taught me how to use them.

R.I.P

PS: I could have written another thousand words, and perhaps I would have just begun to scratch the surface of what she means to hundreds of PSBBians around the world. Instead, I link here to other people who might do a better job with their words.

Vikram Chandran, her son.

Srikanth

Gokul

Anand

Dinesh

Others

New name, New looks ... New purpose?

2005-06-23T06:49:00.000-05:00

I almost felt compelled to post again just to show that I am back to active blogging. Not that there is nothing to say (write). There have been so many occasions in the last couple of months when I've been literally shaking from the need to put my thoughts on the blog. But I refrained, with the solemn thought that I would blog again only after I updated my page layout. Which, I knew, was pretty much the only way to get myself to actually update the pages. And thus, a two-month break became a long half-year silence. A period that has given me a bit of time to do some semi-serious soul searching.

Why is this blog? Does it have an essential existence? Is it a great place to keep up with world news? Or do I update these pages with snippets from my life? Or does it serve a niche reader-base with writings on 'niche' topics? Is this a tech blog? Or a test blog? Am I a great writer? Does my writing make ppl split their sides in fits of laughter? Am I writing for a higher cause? Like "Animals' Lib" or "Cruelty to Women"? Or is this blog one of those gr8 politico-journalistico-critico types? Does this blog get so many hits that companies pay me to write about them on a per-word basis? Or am I out to change the world (A carriage return is mightier than a sword)? Do I do this to feed my ego? Did I start a blog because it was a very hep-'clique'ish thing to do? Do I blog because my family can keep a tab on my doings? Or because a potential girlfriend might be impressed? Do I blog because I have to spread the word of the almighty? Or because I have to sell farm machine spare-parts? Do I blog with a purpose?

Well, I racked my brain for quite a while. I tried to find a purpose for blogging. I distinctly remember deciding early-on that my blog would not recount personal & daily activities/ incidents, the way many bloggers do. I did not want to maintain an online diary that others would read. So, my blogs cannot be about what I do. But I have to write about something I know. Something that I am good at. Which, it turns out, is woefully little. So this blog will not be a 'niche' blog. No tech stuff here. And I dont make claims to writing funny stuff, or popular stuff. The last one year, my blog has been getting about 10 hits a day. Which, I must assume is only a close circle of friends. Of course, I would like to change that... reach out to more people. I would like to write gr8 stuff, and be appreciated, quoted and clip-blogged everywhere. But should that be what drives me to blog?

My Very First Post
Well, I just dunno whats got into me. I used to despise blogs of any kind .. and here I am, creating my own blog!! Well, I am just hoping this will be a better way for all the people who know me, and who want to glimpse at my lifestyle and thought processes to keep in touch with whats up.

I dont plan to post daily or even weekly, for that matter. This is just going to be a record of those erratic bursts of the wish to express something. I just presume that like all this modern art stuff, Ill end up creating something, that someone out there will be able to interpret sensibly and enjoy.

So here's to my log

Just to see, if I actually had a purpose in mind when I started out, I went back and looked at my first blog post that I have blurbed here. I am relieved that I non-categorically asserted that this blog was going to be erratic at best. And erratic it has been. :) When I started out, I remember clearly that I would blog because I enjoyed writing. I was rediscovering, after a long break, the pleasures of writing. I also wanted to see how good I could get. I wanted to see if I could write pieces off the top of my head without having to ponder deep and plan my words. I also remember feeling this urge to speak out about my values and ethics.

But in the last few months I have felt the need to discover new purpose for blogging. I'd like to say that I am searching for the "blogger" equivalent of the purpose of all life and creation. Perhaps, Vivekananda-like I should set out on a quest for the answer. Or maybe I could try growing a beard and find a cave in the nearby Oak Mountains :) But till I find an answer, blogging I shall be!

Back to Blogging

2005-06-21T21:02:00.000-05:00

Today is a big day. I am finally back into the blogging business. And the page redesign that I have been using as an excuse for so long, has finally materialized. I have updated my home page too. Lets hope it marks the beginning of a new, more pro-active phase.

I'd love to hear from you people about what you think of the new design. And, please let me know if you notice any bugs. I havent tested this across the whole range of browsers yet.

introspection

2005-06-14T19:24:00.000-05:00

My good deed for the day: I was a sponge.

My question for the day: Is there a conservation law for emotions ? (like mass, momentum & energy)

My promise for the day: Ill update my pages tomorrow :)

... and no updates to the blog because:

2005-04-14T16:01:00.000-05:00

i was just replying to a howler from a friend, when i thought that i might as well make it a public statement. so here it is.

... and no updates to the blog because:
1) first two months, i was totally down. i went empty from the inside. have my own reasons.
2) second two months, i kept planning a total revamp that has'nt yet materialized.

when will you start posting again?:
hopefully AFTER a total revamp of all my pages.

when will that happen?:
i cant read misty crystal balls, but definitely sometime soon ;)

whats stopping you from the revamp?:
myself !

when should i check back again?:
i dunno :(

how can i contribute?:
leave a few choice words for a comment. something that could hopefully sting me out of this reverie.

Things I learnt today

2005-02-01T21:32:00.000-06:00

Persistence Pays.