I am starting at the end, at "Mere Anarchy" by Woody Allen, and going backwards, moving on to The Insanity Defence next, Side Efffects, Without Feathers, and Getting Even in the end.


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I crash at UCLA lawns, a little hilly and beautifully landscaped (like any top US college, the dissenters might add), to spend an evening hour, most pleasant from 6pm to 7pm, when the right shade of sun filters through the trees and lights up the grass to glow faintly, warm enough to sleep on the grass under no shade, but not too warm to burn after ( Read more... )

First pick up a copy of Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett, with a double l and a double t. It's better if you have heard about this classic whodunnit in your college days and you couldn't find a copy. It's even better if you later find it at a second hand books stall in your city. Savour every page of it. Discuss the clever and urbane relationship ( Read more... )

Ben Kingsley seems to be everywhere this season. He was there in The Love Guru (Don't ask, I didn't see the movie), he was the f'ed up wacko in The Wackness (Watch it, if you can), and was the Russian in Trassiberian (your little indie thriller this summer, recommended for travel junkies), and now in Elegy, Philip Roth's novella - The Dying Animal ( Read more... )

Tacking, Luffing, Jibing, Rigging... I speak the language of a sailor now ( Read more... )

The "Sneak Previews" class conducted by UCLA at the Writers Guild Auditorium in Beverly Hills, the class I had been looking forward to since I missed taking it last term, has started with a whimper yesterday. The movie screened was - In search of a midnight kiss. Yeah, I know, where is the Michael Clayton you promised me? Where is the little-indie- ( Read more... )

Summer. Hints of sweltering heat. Remove the ubiquitous city lights from Manhattan skyline. The City. Tone down the colours to various shades of gray. Introduce hip-hop. Introduce Ben Kingsley as the psychiatrist who needs help. And oh, mix in the usual coming-of-age tale.

The Result:


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Yahoo, while frustrating me over the last couple weeks, gave me a little respite as well, with a ditch-day on Wednesday. Blessed with a day off midweek, I decided to put an end to the continuous moping I had been doing lately, and celebrate the day, my style. And that means movies and good food, of course.

First, I caught Baby Mama (Tina Fey, my ( Read more... )

xkcd moment: Any mention of B.F.A sounds like NFA!

Theory of Computation and VRR, rejoice: I'm scarred for life.

Oh, I barely passed the subject, with 35 or 39, I don't quite remember.

p.s: Before you ask, I don't watch Tyra Banks show, but I watch The Soup, and I get my updates. :P