This here piece is what is called an egopost. It contains nothing of any interest to anyone else except myself. Har har. I reached the following astonishing conclusions over the course of a very lovely and chilled weekend.
After sitting through the pointless Cold Mountain and the plodding and acutely irritating Brokeback Mountain, I have resolved never to watch another movie with the word Mountain in its title.
Jacaranda is my current favorite flower. In many places in Bangalore, a jacaranda tree is what redeems this city from its infernal roads.
I want to see what it’s like to spend all my money on things that I want but don’t need, and end up with no money at the end of the month. This should be easy.
Heard the song “What’s love got to do with it” (this one sung by someone called Fat Joe). It brought back memories of Florida like nothing else.