thankful for the excuse

Sometimes a tag is a nice way to get started after a slump. Is it an excuse? Assuredly.
I have to reveal five things people don't know about me. Hmmm. Haven't I done this already?

Five things.

1. I am irresistibly attracted to signs that say BOOK SALE UP TO 80% OFF and CHINA BAZAAR BUY ITEMS FOR RS. 100 ONLY and BARGAIN MART and CLEARANCE SALE and... er. You get the picture?

2. I love taking a day pass on the bus and wandering around town.

3. I hate being yelled at.

4. I hate twilight.

5. For therapy I clean my room.


Not exactly a happy camper, are we? Not till Saturday, anyhow. Then we shall see.

Oh, and NEW POEM.

ol, ul, li

Time for list making. What do I admire in other people?

Dedication	Culture	Courage	Tolerance	Veracity
Confidence	Versatility	Loyalty	Empathy	Tact
Faith	Adaptability	Honesty	Sympathy	Capability
Patience	Conviction	Passion	Charisma	Efficiency
Intelligence	Talent	Gumption	Eloquence	Determination
Knowledge	Diligence	Whimsy	Silence	Wisdom

All that I have not?


I want to make this a tag.
Write out as many things as you can that you admire in others, whether you have them or no.
I tag the following:
Sowmya; when you find the time
Rahul; would you, please?
Erimentha; *your* list I would see
The One; oh, the temptation!

four for now, more later.

third tag

I've been tagged by another stranger. But then again, we are all family here in blogland.

So. Six things I love about my city

1. Wandering the streets with camera and journal. Café adventures.
2. Second-hand bookstores on Church street. Bookstores with chairs :)
3. Music in little pubs. Wiser youngsters to take me there.
4. Rs. 25 day pass. And the people to visit.
5. Night drives with the sibling on the Ring Road. And ice cream after.
6. Running into someone I know every time I step out of the house. And anywhere.

And I tag nobody. Nobody responds to my tags, anyhow.

All right, I tag Sow. There, now.


And for some fun.
That big fat dog might well be me :)

and what did i expect?

So tagged I have been. Instructions follow:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people.

Sentence five:
> Typical interior unit dimensions: 29' x 41.4' = 1,202 sq ft

And the three
> Parking: 10 spaces each side street = 20 spaces, + 16 spaces on interior of site, total = 36 spaces
> Fig. 8. Medium high-rise apartments, density 35 units per acre
> Apartments on 1-acre site

Time-Saver Standards for BUILDING TYPES, 3rd Edition
Joseph de Chiara & John Callender


Deny that the universe has a sense of humour if you dare.
Go on.

i is it, it is i, is it?

Tagged!
thank you, my fu. :)

The tag:
Write a post with six weird facts or habits about yourself.
At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.
Leave them a comment to let them know they've been tagged and to read your blog.


Six weird things about I. This took me six days to do, incidentally.

1. errordar
I have error-radar. Seriously. I cannot look at any piece of work without my eye getting drawn, unerringly, unnervingly, and immediately; to any mistakes in spelling, grammar, syntax and punctuation. I hate it, most of the time. It's fine if you're looking for it, you know? But when the only thing that stands out in an otherwise perfectly drafted sheet or beautiful piece of writing is a mistake, you begin to wish God hadn't made you quite so anal (yes. I like that word. you have a problem?)

2. ham...
I ham whatever you say I ham. Or rather, whatever you need me to be. Which is to say, I have an entire elaborate charade set up that is so well constructed I have myself believing it half the time. The rest of the time, it's true. I can no longer tell the difference.
A subset of this is my instant-edit replay. When I take whatever abysmally stupid thing I just said and imagine it right away. I also hold long imaginary conversations with friends and family where I dazzle all and sundry with my scintillating wit.
I have a problem, I know.

3. ... and eggs (or is it cheese?)

This refers to my penchant for hamming when I'm by myself.
Alone.
On the road. In my room. Wherever.
I will sing, dance, skip. Talk to myself. Smile. A lot. I like to smile.



I smiled at a dog the other day. This gentleman followed me for ten metres purely on the basis of my smiling at him. Does that mean anything?

4. mood meter maid
I can always tell when someone isn't quite feeling themselves. I haven't yet decided if this is a good thing. Sometimes people don't necessarily want you to know they're in a bad mood.

5. nit pick
I have a tendency to want everything just exactly so. Which is why I will pull apart things others have made and do them myself. And why I will spend hours on a presentation that will only be seen for a few minutes getting everything perfect. Why I spend hours making sure all my work is easy to edit and to understand. Why I always justify all my writing. Why I always write notes so that answers don't run into the next page unless there's more than a few sentences left. Why I rarely let others do work because I know they will do a slipshod uncaring messy job. Why all my work takes so damn long to complete.
I love order, don't you?

6. classified
I need to classify things. Things that happen. Things I do. Things others do. I can handle anything if I know it's place in the scheme of things, you know?
You hurt me. Why did you do that? Just tell me that much. Give me a little bit of closure so that I can take this thing; neatly label, classify and categorize it; and then put it on a shelf out of sight and out of mind. It's how I deal.


Voila! Aksually done.
And now here are my victims.

Vin
Doc
Nanu
Ug
Shenoy
Deepika
Enjoy, honeys.

If I could find bleady I'd tag him too :)