Guy A: Do you have CS?
Guy B: You mean Canton S or Counter Strike?
Guy A: Photoshop CS.
"What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about your senses, that you feel, taste, smell, or see, then all you're talking about are electrical signals interpreted by your brain." - Morpheus, The Matrix, 1999.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
P value
Its been happening a lot to me recently. Everytime I look at my watch it shows some interesting time. 22:22:44 or 5:55:55 or you know of the sorts. Always (almost) some pattern in it every time I check.
Saw, what I think, is a shooting star yesterday night on the way back home from the lab. Pretty fat white blazing mass with a bluish hint in its tail. Bigger than I have ever witnessed before.
And today. Read some book by the pond side. Book reading at its best. Life of Pi, amidst a garden, on a metal bench by the pond side. That was some experience.
Saw pre-sunset sun stuck behind tall green vegetation. Orange disc interrupted by spinach green tree tops. Either the time is good and I am lucky or my current environs are so much abound with beauty that wherever and whenever one looks one gets hold of some pleasing sight.
Saw, what I think, is a shooting star yesterday night on the way back home from the lab. Pretty fat white blazing mass with a bluish hint in its tail. Bigger than I have ever witnessed before.
And today. Read some book by the pond side. Book reading at its best. Life of Pi, amidst a garden, on a metal bench by the pond side. That was some experience.
Saw pre-sunset sun stuck behind tall green vegetation. Orange disc interrupted by spinach green tree tops. Either the time is good and I am lucky or my current environs are so much abound with beauty that wherever and whenever one looks one gets hold of some pleasing sight.
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