Obtusely.

Memorabilia: The History of the World, as seen through /.

(And Sputnik’s 50th too! Man. Whatever happened to all that excitement, so present in old Russian stuff, and Sagan, Asimov, Kubrick, Tarkovsky etc etc stuff?)

Of stuff: I’m reading The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana - lot of stuff, in that “erudite” Eco-style. Reading at a good pace. Yay to no-Internet, yay to no-pr0n, yay to leeching on to office Internet.

Whew, leeches. A million of them slimy guys in the jungles collected a mega-gallon of our blood on Saturday, in our Pakshipathalam (mis)adventure. I’m not eating ice cream with litchi anymore. Scratch that, I’m not eating ice cream anymore.

Visit to Uravu, and climbing up the closest hill, also should be mentioned.

Ore Kadal is merely passable - characters speaking some sort of printed language all the time, since when that’s started making “brilliant” movies? Just think about it, a Padmarajan could have created sheer poetry out of this kind of stuff. (Or Wong Kar-Wai, just to show off that I’ve seen Wong Kar-Wai movies.) Besides, this isn’t the first time we see Mammootty doing a “guy with a seemingly tough shell, who’s afraid of love” character. Come on. (And, when did “Anantapadma” movie house in Kalpetta become “Anantaveera”? Certainly not in my younger years...)

Thank you bird, you kept your word. :-)