<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784</id><updated>2012-01-08T19:32:14.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adhyayan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-7863612364633042410</id><published>2012-01-08T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:32:14.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Town_Mouse_and_the_Country_Mouse"&gt;City mouse and country mouse&lt;/a&gt; reference in the Aviator movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7863612364633042410?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7863612364633042410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7863612364633042410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7863612364633042410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7863612364633042410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2012/01/city-mouse-and-country-mouse-reference.html' title=''/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-7346265680786919948</id><published>2011-11-27T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:27:22.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a story of a picture</title><content type='html'>My friends from California brought &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dixit_(card_game)"&gt;Dixit&lt;/a&gt; game along with them. We played it last night. &lt;br /&gt;The game is about describing your card in such a way that atleast one person guesses the card right from a selection each adds to as their intrepretation of your explanation.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself stuck at the literal desciption. A person sculpting birds and butterflies out of clouds was 'Michelangelo with hurt knees'. A leafless, grey tree with a bouquet reminded me of the &lt;a href="http://www.michaelmyrick.com/gnomes/legends2.html"&gt;weeping willow&lt;/a&gt; story. A braid with a ring around it reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.michaelmyrick.com/gnomes/legends2.html"&gt;highwayman&lt;/a&gt; poem with Bess's &lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171940"&gt;long hair&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A friend played his turns with very generic phrases which summed the pictures aptly.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I should give such phrases to everyday dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7346265680786919948?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7346265680786919948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7346265680786919948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yesterday with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Kay"&gt;Mary Kay&lt;/a&gt; on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1681721462340283938?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1681721462340283938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1681721462340283938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1681721462340283938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1681721462340283938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/11/mary-kay.html' title='Mary Kay'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2916381898846080369</id><published>2011-10-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:36:17.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning sign</title><content type='html'>In 'hard target' movie, Jean Claude Van Damme bites off the rattle of the rattlesnake saying, " I will leave a little surprise for my friends'. &lt;br /&gt;When rattlesnakes shake their tail, its a sign to retreat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2916381898846080369?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-6150708138752234325</id><published>2011-08-21T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T10:53:14.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venipuncture"&gt;Venipuncture&lt;/a&gt; - Blood is sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varicella_zoster_virus"&gt;Varicella Zoster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dried_blood_spot_testing"&gt;Guthrie cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/urine-culture"&gt;Urine culture&lt;/a&gt; - urine is sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthonelabs.com/pub/tests/test/pid/42"&gt;Panel 083824&lt;/a&gt; - looks for bodies response to HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://labtestsonline.org/understanding/analytes/t4/tab/test"&gt;TSH and free T4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-6150708138752234325?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6150708138752234325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=6150708138752234325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6150708138752234325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6150708138752234325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/08/tests.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8795486396978707541</id><published>2011-05-15T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:21:38.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The blue in the AC is a washable filter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8795486396978707541?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8795486396978707541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8795486396978707541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8795486396978707541'/><link rel='self' 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Boys in green and girls in red uniforms for a practice on sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;A big broad tree with leaves of a eucalyptus but the mental image of a skinny trunk not letting the tree in front of me be named. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Dean-Nicolle-Deanei.JPG"&gt;Broad trunk Eucalyptus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Killdeer. gum. Xeriscaped garden across with a pathway that I want to take next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a fountain in a pond too. Mallards with their heads looking purple when they come into sight and green when away. On the left side of the pond some birds are sunning themselve slike cormorants. We wait for them to move. Swallow kites by on the pond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7757688080667936055?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7757688080667936055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7757688080667936055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7757688080667936055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7757688080667936055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/05/parks.html' title='Parks'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8544097912439721460</id><published>2011-05-13T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:21:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>Legible handwriting&lt;br /&gt;Steepless mountain&lt;br /&gt;Shallow lake&lt;br /&gt;seasoning&lt;br /&gt;tea when hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8544097912439721460?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8544097912439721460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8544097912439721460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8544097912439721460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8544097912439721460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/05/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3348115485800673587</id><published>2011-05-13T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:20:01.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nature</title><content type='html'>Day before yesterday a hawk was circling low above the corner of a building. Its wing spread was all white underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenager on a small bike with another standing behind her. A reminder of circus cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  ground bush raised like a cave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3348115485800673587?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3348115485800673587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3348115485800673587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3348115485800673587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3348115485800673587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/05/nature.html' title='nature'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8887668527611748192</id><published>2011-05-11T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:59:55.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was surprised to find a sparrow sitting on a hummingbird feeder trying to decode the entry to food treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two big brown dogs with trim belly like a lions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8887668527611748192?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8887668527611748192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8887668527611748192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8887668527611748192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8887668527611748192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-surprised-to-find-sparrow-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-6602891333587994348</id><published>2011-05-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:00:04.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk around the park</title><content type='html'>A small lizard dead on the path. The ones that scurry. Now frozen. My husband recalled a saying that lizards are after you, even dead with the poison in them.&lt;br /&gt;New shoots of eucalyptus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garbage truck turns around at the dead end with such speed that along with th wind, plastic bags swirl up in the air and land at neighbor's tree in the front yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-6602891333587994348?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6602891333587994348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=6602891333587994348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6602891333587994348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6602891333587994348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/05/walk-around-park.html' title='Walk around the park'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-619531429880186667</id><published>2011-05-02T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:16:54.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roly poly</title><content type='html'>This weekend during birdwatching at Gilbert Water Ranch, a kid picked up an insect in his hand. The black bug curled up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-619531429880186667?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armadillidiidae' title='Roly poly'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/619531429880186667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=619531429880186667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/619531429880186667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/619531429880186667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/05/roly-poly.html' title='Roly poly'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-7829173343756803310</id><published>2011-04-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:30:12.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catty neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>A light colored cat with dark stripes sat along the patio wall compressed into itself like a sphinx. Outside is a bush hiding a shy black cat with a art green apple lying next to it like a toy that has just been dumped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7829173343756803310?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7829173343756803310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7829173343756803310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7829173343756803310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7829173343756803310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/catty-neighbourhood.html' title='Catty neighbourhood'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4717940370875437490</id><published>2011-04-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:47:43.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad at rinsing</title><content type='html'>Today while trashing old milk gallon into the recycle, I noticed traces of flourescent green through the plastic of the bottle. The liquid seemed alien with its accusing color. Wonder what &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=48JBAAAAIAAJ&amp;pg=PA378&amp;lpg=PA378&amp;dq=milk+turns+fluorescent&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=17AaahiQG4&amp;sig=1fwGemYiLY9S54QnJ2tSVCrNTss&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=R8ajTeOgIobWgQeGud2OCg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=5&amp;ved=0CCsQ6AEwBA#v=snippet&amp;q=flourescent&amp;f=false"&gt;bacteria&lt;/a&gt; was at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4717940370875437490?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4717940370875437490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4717940370875437490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4717940370875437490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4717940370875437490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-at-rinsing.html' title='Bad at rinsing'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-5579630788296540184</id><published>2011-04-09T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:12:33.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migration celebration</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swainson's_Hawk"&gt;Swainson's hawk&lt;/a&gt; on a wooden perch. the top of the pole wound in rope. Just like the craft that simulates the &lt;a href="http://www.monarchbutterflyusa.com/Caterpillar.htm"&gt;caterpillar&lt;/a&gt; stage of a Monarch butterfly. It involves thin metal rods encased in furry colors as that of the caterpillar all rolled around a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;Its surprising to find that this hawk eats grashoppers.&lt;br /&gt;Poppy,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penstemon"&gt;Penstemon&lt;/a&gt; and deser blue bell seeds(porous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sangres.com/arizona/wilderness/salome.htm"&gt;Salome wilderness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-5579630788296540184?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://az.audubon.org/pdf/MigrationCelebration-2011English.pdf' title='Migration celebration'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5579630788296540184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=5579630788296540184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5579630788296540184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5579630788296540184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/migration-celebration.html' title='Migration celebration'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3093847772227189274</id><published>2011-04-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:56:15.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deposession</title><content type='html'>Recently I came across the following lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People who divest themselves of their closest possessions are people who are ready to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;in an &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/05/science/05angier.html?_r=1"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;There are times where I can give away some things without feeling anything. Then some where I manipulated so I could keep mine and once where I was mean and destroyed what belonged to others. Once I defended my homework.&lt;br /&gt;A book in the library that I have been thinking about &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=IEO8pJtNStMC&amp;pg=PA138&amp;dq=100+things+challenge&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=546eTf6xKci3tgfIvJGbAw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CCkQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q=100%20things%20challenge&amp;f=false"&gt;100 things challenge&lt;/a&gt;. Pre book &lt;a href="http://guynameddave.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast this with a writing exercise that asks to write about 10 things in the restroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3093847772227189274?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3093847772227189274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3093847772227189274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3093847772227189274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3093847772227189274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/deposession.html' title='Deposession'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2411903052094702166</id><published>2011-04-07T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:04:29.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expeditus</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on the back of a long notebook, I saw a picture. A female statue with a cross in the right and a palm leaf in the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2411903052094702166?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expeditus' title='Expeditus'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2411903052094702166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2411903052094702166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2411903052094702166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2411903052094702166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/04/expeditus.html' title='Expeditus'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3311314341880606661</id><published>2011-04-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:37:05.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bug</title><content type='html'>In the hike today, I saw &lt;a href="http://bugguide.net/node/view/3075"&gt;Black Beetle red head&lt;/a&gt; twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3311314341880606661?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://books.google.com/books?id=3Q4FVEzkhSQC&amp;dq=naming+the+world&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=jsGITe_yHIKCsQPjsZiEDA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CDYQ6AEwAA"&gt;Naming the world&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Looking at this &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.didyouknow.it/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/barking-bird2.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.didyouknow.it/category/animals/page/2/&amp;h=367&amp;w=400&amp;sz=17&amp;tbnid=iZEzmcF0FIlu9M:&amp;tbnh=114&amp;tbnw=124&amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dbird%2Bdog%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&amp;zoom=1&amp;q=bird+dog&amp;usg=__di7AypHn0qNDwvmi0QMUX22FAvE=&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=q8GITdTLJoO0sAPVv8j6Cw&amp;ved=0CDgQ9QEwAQ"&gt;morph&lt;/a&gt;, just yesterday I found the fox in the firefox logo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8534616497192984350?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-7580440390813809090</id><published>2011-03-21T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:55:17.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake mouth</title><content type='html'>If fish had tails that could be dropped at wish, they could avoid baits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7580440390813809090?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7580440390813809090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7580440390813809090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7580440390813809090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7580440390813809090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/03/fake-mouth.html' title='Fake mouth'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-6157323196986187056</id><published>2011-03-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:00:00.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Murray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.claireweekes.com.au/"&gt;Claire Weekes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=MhcQq75aiP8C&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;dq=les+murray&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=UyV-TfD0GYe-sAPCoZCLAw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=5&amp;ved=0CDwQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=true"&gt;Taller when prone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-6157323196986187056?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://books.google.com/books?id=3JIJ4NNMZzsC&amp;pg=PA7&amp;dq=les+murray+claire&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=-Cp-TZPBHpScsQOplJmBAw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=3&amp;ved=0CEIQ6AEwAg#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false' title='Les Murray'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6157323196986187056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=6157323196986187056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6157323196986187056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6157323196986187056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/03/les-murray.html' title='Les Murray'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-28892617566056573</id><published>2011-03-08T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:25:52.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteer vacations</title><content type='html'>staying in a lighthouse, restoring castles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-28892617566056573?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://books.google.com/books?id=V1QQ38WCB3EC&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;dq=the+100+best+volunteer+vacations&amp;hl=en&amp;src=bmrr&amp;ei=KPx2TfeyFe610QHv153lBg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CEUQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=true' title='Volunteer vacations'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/28892617566056573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=28892617566056573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/28892617566056573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/28892617566056573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/03/volunteer-vacations.html' title='Volunteer vacations'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-250965305542677200</id><published>2011-02-27T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:35:37.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>I am reading &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=iglYPgAACAAJ&amp;dq=the+art+of+abstract+painting&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=LLJqTfDTOMzAgQfzvuHLCg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CDAQ6AEwAA"&gt;The Art of abstract painting&lt;/a&gt;. In that book, in the section 'from absttaction to reality', the author says that if we choose reality as the source of inspiration for abstract or abstracted work, there are two differnt ways of starting.&lt;br /&gt;1. Starting from visual information. &lt;br /&gt;2. Starting from mental information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-250965305542677200?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/250965305542677200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=250965305542677200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/250965305542677200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/250965305542677200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2608597096902891569</id><published>2011-02-24T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:32:38.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=vh4EAAAACAAJ&amp;dq=your+life+as+story&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=_UtnTbuKApSusAOR-dGmBA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CDQQ6AEwAA"&gt;Your life as story&lt;/a&gt;, Rainer asks to create columns for personal history and political and cultural events of contemporary history. Reading the article, I recall that my grandfather lost part of his land to the government for an exchange of job to his son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2608597096902891569?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/23/world/asia/23india.html?_r=1&amp;scp=1&amp;sq=land&amp;st=cse' title='Land'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2608597096902891569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2608597096902891569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2608597096902891569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2608597096902891569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/land.html' title='Land'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-271486421511021890</id><published>2011-02-23T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:56:32.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.givealittlenow.com/"&gt;Give a little&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulloeb.org/"&gt;Soul of a citizen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-271486421511021890?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://books.google.com/books?id=_hNrPQAACAAJ&amp;dq=give+a+little&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=xcJlTfqRJ46osQPjq_zwBA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CCcQ6AEwAA' title='Donations'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/271486421511021890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=271486421511021890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/271486421511021890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/271486421511021890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/donations.html' title='Donations'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-394051429733538061</id><published>2011-02-23T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T07:16:26.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit spirit</title><content type='html'>This morning, my shampoo with passion flower sunrise smelt of mango. May be the &lt;a href="http://www.home.earthlink.net/~kering/amate.html"&gt;Pineapple spirit&lt;/a&gt; was passing by. Not only did I fantasise mango but the mango lassi too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-394051429733538061?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/394051429733538061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=394051429733538061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/394051429733538061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/394051429733538061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/fruit-spirit.html' title='Fruit spirit'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8642227805488277777</id><published>2011-02-22T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:54:27.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self portrait</title><content type='html'>My sketch never looks like me&lt;br /&gt;They all look alike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8642227805488277777?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8642227805488277777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8642227805488277777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8642227805488277777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8642227805488277777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/self-portrait.html' title='Self portrait'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8067477351032938507</id><published>2011-02-21T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:06:18.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feline</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/387667598_ea86c93d81.jpg"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; scared like an owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/funnypics/images/m/mouse_attacking_cat-11942.jpg"&gt;Ratville&lt;/a&gt;, Greyhound was the mice with most friends as he had a blind cat as his charioteer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8067477351032938507?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8067477351032938507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8067477351032938507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8067477351032938507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8067477351032938507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/feline.html' title='Feline'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4283462084319017000</id><published>2011-02-20T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:43:27.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy smile</title><content type='html'>A river ran over me - Lin Sutherland. When she says," the list of my sins is excruciatingly extensive:" at the end of a page, I missed the colon. And the next page is a big list. Eight or more embarassing situations this essay could save you from. Into this humor are mixed in the terms, tools and practices in fly fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 22,2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4283462084319017000?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Different-angle-fishing-stories-women/dp/0425161870/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Fishy smile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4283462084319017000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4283462084319017000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4283462084319017000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4283462084319017000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/fishy-smile.html' title='Fishy smile'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2918497300654648111</id><published>2011-02-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:41:04.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end</title><content type='html'>Usually the best of the books is in the front but I found these in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two must read poems: &lt;br /&gt;Apple - Susan Stewart &lt;br /&gt;I stopped writing poetry - Bernard Welt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 31, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2918497300654648111?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Best-American-Poetry-2001/dp/B000C4SY3O/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='In the end'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2918497300654648111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2918497300654648111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2918497300654648111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2918497300654648111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-end.html' title='In the end'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-6797951227262570360</id><published>2011-02-20T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:34:26.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correcting observation</title><content type='html'>Today I drew a golf cart and goose without looking. My memory of the wheels of a golf cart in relation to the chassis is all wrong. I had the chassis elevated above the tires which is not the case. The steering wheel reaches out like a funnel. the goose it need a longer neck and tapering thighs?&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that a sketch of a ballet dancer in motion with her right knee in the front and her left knee with her leg pointing up and her hands high in air is liberating each time I see it.&lt;br /&gt;Ballet sketches with their anatomical incongruencies bring a sense of lightness to the viewer. Case in point, the ballet still for a Rudolf Friml Waltz in youtube. a dancer in  short round skirt with her right toe on the floor and her left leg right above her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-6797951227262570360?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6797951227262570360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=6797951227262570360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6797951227262570360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6797951227262570360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/correcting-observation.html' title='Correcting observation'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-6424475081100416651</id><published>2011-02-20T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:36:36.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color books</title><content type='html'>Blue book for &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=FCetHOb2j-MC&amp;pg=PA102&amp;dq=just+like+someone+without+mental+illness+only+more+so+mark+blue+book&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=6rJhTfZ2w4GAB7fErL0C&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CC8Q6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false"&gt;AA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red book for &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=t3j568brNfoC&amp;pg=PA23&amp;dq=I+could+tell+you+stories+red+book&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=crNhTdbJAo34gAfh1KXcAg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CDgQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q=I%20could%20tell%20you%20stories%20red%20book&amp;f=false"&gt;pianists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-6424475081100416651?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6424475081100416651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=6424475081100416651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6424475081100416651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6424475081100416651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/color-books.html' title='Color books'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3987891292335130899</id><published>2011-02-20T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:39:25.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taphonomy</title><content type='html'>The first time I came acorss transubstantiation was when I read Elizabeth Dodd's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Minds-Eye-Essays-across-Animate/dp/0803215665/ref=cm_cr-mr-title"&gt;In the Minds eye&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough Patricia Hampl credits her knowledge of the word to &lt;a href="http://www.patriciahampl.com/interviews.html"&gt;catholicism&lt;/a&gt;. I was curious to know if Dodd came to the word in the same way. Cant answer for sure. But she is a converted catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodds &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=iG3awmwQ-xkC&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;dq=elizabeth+caroline+dodd&amp;source=bl&amp;ots=L5RL7y1OAn&amp;sig=mQ4fPGwaW1lxXig8Qijvm8e9rXw&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=QqFhTaqNGIL0tgPWrdHPCA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=4&amp;ved=0CCEQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false"&gt;poetry&lt;/a&gt; introduced me to another word, the title of this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3987891292335130899?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taphonomy' title='Taphonomy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3987891292335130899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>The only alcohol in reach for &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=just+like+someone+without++a+mental+illness+more+so+mark+rubbing+alcohol&amp;tbm=bks&amp;tbo=1"&gt;AA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How intoxicating is &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=krW1sSpBZQgC&amp;pg=PA43&amp;dq=lopsided+meredith+norton+rubbing+alcohol&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=wWphTbH3BoK8lQewk8mWDA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CDAQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false"&gt;rubbing alcohol&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2130673066286098394?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubbing_alcohol' title='Rubbing alcohol'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2130673066286098394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2130673066286098394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2130673066286098394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2130673066286098394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/rubbing-alcohol.html' title='Rubbing alcohol'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1815724244156075952</id><published>2011-02-20T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:55:30.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story cloth</title><content type='html'>I came across story cloth in &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=-0sEJ_0vV1QC&amp;pg=PA513&amp;dq=poems+India&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=IUBhTbS7LYHGsAPB6dXQCA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=4&amp;ved=0CEMQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&amp;q=poems%20India&amp;f=true"&gt;Encyclopaedia of Asian American Folklore and Folklife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story cloths that depict &lt;a href="http://www.papertigers.org/gallery/Group_Story_Cloth/01.html"&gt;war experiences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That depict &lt;a href="http://www.news.cornell.edu/stories/Feb06/Bali.Exhibit.fac.html"&gt;Ramayana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That are passed down from grandmothers to their grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother gave me a handkerchief sewed with small flowers and leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1815724244156075952?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kshs.org/p/cool-things-hmong-story-cloth/10367' title='Story cloth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1815724244156075952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1815724244156075952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1815724244156075952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1815724244156075952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-cloth.html' title='Story cloth'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-514208263932898834</id><published>2011-02-20T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:40:00.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog breeds</title><content type='html'>when I came across &lt;a href="Springer spaniel"&gt;Springer Spaniel&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=y5ipdZUOGhsC&amp;pg=PA51&amp;dq=patricia+hampl+the+florist's+daughter+springer&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=10FhTcLRFYOssAOb9_W6CA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CDIQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false"&gt;The Florists daughter&lt;/a&gt;, I was curious to know if they were related to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocker_Spaniel"&gt;Cocker Spaniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-514208263932898834?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/514208263932898834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=514208263932898834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/514208263932898834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/514208263932898834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/dog-breeds.html' title='Dog breeds'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8910104384241059856</id><published>2011-02-18T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:27:13.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some packing space</title><content type='html'>On wednesdays we wore white canvas shoes with green soles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8910104384241059856?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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space'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2495635623252027472</id><published>2011-02-17T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:44:38.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gulfcoastmag.org/index.php?n=2&amp;si=17&amp;s=2626"&gt;Olivine&lt;/a&gt; is soothing to look at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2495635623252027472?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olivine' title='Olivine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4575454193489966201</id><published>2011-02-17T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:40:47.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love books with maps</title><content type='html'>When I started reading the book, at the line 'The Grand Bazaar itself begins on the other side of the Egyptian bazaar,..' .. I had to stop reading. I couldnt resume without fixing this place on map. Had I flipped through the next few pages, I would see this nice blown up map of the bazaar showing details of the kind of merchandise sold in the streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descriptions of travelling merchants using the bazaar for safekeeping sent me imagining to the extent of seal done in lacquer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a real procession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures are like that of a minaret lying on a table, view of a local bazaar through a hatch grilled window(so much easier to draw) will make you want to know more about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jul 25,2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4575454193489966201?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Bazaars-Istanbul-Isabel-Bocking/dp/050051447X/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='I love books with maps'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4575454193489966201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4575454193489966201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4575454193489966201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4575454193489966201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-books-with-maps.html' title='I love books with maps'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-5727178272020289340</id><published>2011-02-12T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:52:13.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advantages of Google books</title><content type='html'>1. You can use them as inspiration for your own writing&lt;br /&gt;2. You can make up stories for kids using it as a starting board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-5727178272020289340?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5727178272020289340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=5727178272020289340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5727178272020289340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5727178272020289340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/advantages-of-google-books.html' title='Advantages of Google books'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8788254065427430117</id><published>2011-02-12T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:47:01.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact and fiction</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I come across fiction and have read of a similar situation as a fact, I just think that let the fiction writers imagine, then they will show you the best and the worst possible of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, we have heard of the &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/wnt/video/effect-egypts-mubarak-stepping-hosni-egypt-revolution-middle-east-amanpour-12898027&amp;tab=9482931&amp;section=4765066"&gt;sole survivor of a plane crash&lt;/a&gt;. I was reminded of this reading of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hatchet_(novel)"&gt;Hatchet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a fictional story &lt;a href="http://metapsychology.mentalhelp.net/poc/view_doc.php?type=book&amp;id=2026&amp;cn=397"&gt;The Age of Analysis&lt;/a&gt;, I was reminded of &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Q688z-A58bwC&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;dq=growing+up+jung&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=TBdXTYjfGpSosQOItZikDA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CCcQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false "&gt;Growing up Jung&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprehensions of a new sibling in &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Tm0QqnrL-MIC&amp;as_brr=3&amp;source=gbs_slider_subject_list_homepage"&gt;Julius, the Baby of the world&lt;/a&gt; are not very different from that in "the wing Rocker and the Baby" in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Discovery-Recent-Scholastic-Magazines-Writing/dp/B0007FDMZ8/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1297554318&amp;sr=1-4"&gt;Discovery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8788254065427430117?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8788254065427430117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8788254065427430117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8788254065427430117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8788254065427430117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/fact-and-fiction.html' title='Fact and fiction'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2905340603586186581</id><published>2011-02-12T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:56:01.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long is the spelling of your city?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was looking at a map and found a place called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truth_or_Consequences,_New_Mexico"&gt;Truth or Consequences&lt;/a&gt;. Its long name kind of got me interested in it. Theres a story there. If you lie, you die? &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember the town that changed its name to &lt;a href="http://cjonline.com/news/local/2010-03-01/topeka_to_be_google_kansas"&gt;Google &lt;/a&gt; for a while. &lt;br /&gt;But there are places with even &lt;a href="http://www.facstaff.bucknell.edu/rbeard/name.html"&gt;longer names&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2905340603586186581?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2905340603586186581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2905340603586186581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2905340603586186581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2905340603586186581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-long-is-spelling-of-your-city.html' title='How long is the spelling of your city?'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2082288470993741745</id><published>2011-02-11T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:41:42.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the interruption</title><content type='html'>I find it funny imagining the 'desrt rose' song being played when a radio has technical issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2082288470993741745?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2082288470993741745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2082288470993741745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2082288470993741745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2082288470993741745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorry-for-interruption.html' title='Sorry for the interruption'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3180060735319039196</id><published>2011-01-24T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:57:21.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good example of  a bad lecture</title><content type='html'>Not only is the content obvious but trying to state 'what not to do' to take up literature as vocation has been written in a very unreadable way. &lt;br /&gt;The lecture has just been a way to vent out his frustration at having tor ead innumerable manuscripts. This lecture would have been an effective medium of communication had the lecturer just listed ten bullets of 'to do' or 'not to do' if thats what is convenient for him to write on like: &lt;br /&gt;1. Have a style and one that is appropriate to the subject. &lt;br /&gt;2. Stick to simplicity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I read Andrew Lang's story from the Olive Fairy book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3180060735319039196?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/How-Fail-Literature-Andrew-Lang/dp/1417904526/ref=cm_cr-mr-title#_' title='Good example of  a bad lecture'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3180060735319039196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3180060735319039196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3180060735319039196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3180060735319039196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-example-of-bad-lecture.html' title='Good example of  a bad lecture'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1001134928249757186</id><published>2011-01-24T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:38:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>When I read 'The Artist of the Floating World'.. I was so taken by his style .. that I next read 'The remains of the day'.. and felt so rewarded for trying out new authors. 'Never Let me go' is definitely a disappointment with so highly built expectations. But with his style of taking events along without much dialogues makes him an artist of another world.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 11, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1001134928249757186?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Never-Let-Me-Kazuo-Ishiguro/dp/1400043395/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Disappointed'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1001134928249757186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1001134928249757186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1001134928249757186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1001134928249757186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2708857244057995252</id><published>2011-01-24T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:36:24.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must read for art lovers</title><content type='html'>This is an excellent book. I am thoroughly enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;This book compares great painters 'Henri Matisse' and 'Pablo Picasso' works and the influence of each other and their works on the others art. &lt;br /&gt;Henri Matisse with his keeping the painting simple and lively and Picasso with his cubism, drawing from imagination are 'artists of different worlds'. They have different painting styles and they paint at exactly opposite times. &lt;br /&gt;The book goes through the works of each in the order one was done as a reacton to the other, sometimes one trying to beat the other at their own style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CITES: &lt;br /&gt;Baudelaire's essay- 'The Painter of Modern Life'. &lt;br /&gt;Apollinaire's essay on Picasso's work.(also his 'La Poete assasine') &lt;br /&gt;Picasso's play - 'Desire caught by the tail'. &lt;br /&gt;Matisse - 'Notes of a Painter'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2708857244057995252?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Matisse-Picasso-Story-Rivalry-Friendship/dp/0813365813/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Must read for art lovers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2708857244057995252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2708857244057995252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2708857244057995252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2708857244057995252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/must-read-for-art-lovers.html' title='Must read for art lovers'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-99712057876662297</id><published>2011-01-24T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:31:08.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biological diversity</title><content type='html'>The authors job description is funny. &lt;br /&gt;If teachers want students to ask questions, then this should be your workbook. Something or the other is sure to catch one's fancy and out will come the questions like 'If you were a creator, where would you place the second jaw?' 'Following owl monkeys do nocturnal men take more care of their babies?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 24, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-99712057876662297?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/gp/cdp/member-reviews/A97H5I4P5PCEM?ie=UTF8&amp;display=public&amp;sort_by=MostRecentReview&amp;page=5' title='Biological diversity'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/99712057876662297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=99712057876662297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/99712057876662297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/99712057876662297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/biological-diversity.html' title='Biological diversity'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1878490190575223890</id><published>2011-01-23T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:52:49.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sportswriting</title><content type='html'>If theres a book in the Best Am series that I might not be related by 6 or more degrees, that would have to be the sports one. But looks like it might not be so, after having read 2 very influential essays - Bill Plaschke's Fowled Away, Elizabeth Gilbert's Lucky Jim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun6, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1878490190575223890?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Best-American-Sports-Writing-2003/dp/0618251324/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Sportswriting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1878490190575223890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1878490190575223890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1878490190575223890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1878490190575223890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/sportswriting.html' title='Sportswriting'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-185194250750205675</id><published>2011-01-22T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:52:11.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and you shall receive</title><content type='html'>atleast information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, I was wondering why not give a person insurance worth what he/she paid for, once they are not covered for any reason. Listening about &lt;a href="http://marketplace.publicradio.org/display/web/2011/01/20/pm-health-insurance-for-indias-farmers/"&gt;Yeshaswini&lt;/a&gt;, I learn thats not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering on Friday if philosophy, opinion falls under fiction or non-ficton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/23/books/review/Ryerson-t.html?_r=1&amp;ref=books"&gt;Philosophical Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-185194250750205675?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/185194250750205675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=185194250750205675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/185194250750205675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/185194250750205675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and you shall receive'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1762332389076587204</id><published>2011-01-16T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:03:02.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word talk</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while on a walk, I saw a car with 'WHATEVER' as its nameplate. In &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=Kz35QO7AnYgC&amp;dq=the+way+we+talk+now&amp;hl=en&amp;src=bmrr&amp;ei=oy4zTYmAA8_UgAe--ZjqCw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CCYQ6AEwAA"&gt;The way we talk now&lt;/a&gt; book, the chapter &lt;i&gt;An Interjection for the age&lt;/i&gt; starts with a bit on the W word and moves on to identify the slang of each decade. He ends with a good word for wahtever that it opens the way to newer possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Yadda yadda doo &lt;/i&gt; chapter, explaining how and why we catch and use phrases from TV and movies, he wrote about &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=fatR3jSuYFUC&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;dq=It+seemed+like+a+good+idea+at+that+time&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=MjEzTZ32CpLVgAfL-fCWCw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CCYQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false"&gt;It seemed like a good idea at that time&lt;/a&gt; being picked from a 1931 movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Flight_(1931_film)"&gt;The Last Flight&lt;/a&gt;. I was reminded of a book I read with the phrase as its title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1762332389076587204?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1762332389076587204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1762332389076587204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1762332389076587204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1762332389076587204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2011/01/word-talk.html' title='Word talk'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8535322713860260381</id><published>2010-12-25T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:41:17.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the point</title><content type='html'>After reading this book I am able to appreciate what Richard Mitchell means by 'since time and place mean nothing to an alien trying to understand humanity' in his book 'The Gift of Fire'. &lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to read about the observed motion seen in a timescale of many years contrasted with human life's dot appearance. Now I understand what a professed utilitarian that I know was trying to say with why should humans think themselves superior compared to other animals. &lt;br /&gt;I really liked the statement where Scott says imagine the cosmos is gone sort of things.. while in fantasy you see the existence of new worlds.. I think he is creative when he says forget about things we know itself for a while.. &lt;br /&gt;It was even more interesting to read his explanation of Gods Debris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 10, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8535322713860260381?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Gods-Debris-Experiment-Scott-Adams/dp/0740721909/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='To the point'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8535322713860260381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8535322713860260381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8535322713860260381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8535322713860260381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-point.html' title='To the point'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4492454915879549552</id><published>2010-12-25T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:38:19.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good writing with a purpose</title><content type='html'>I like how the myths are woven into the story and prose. I cannot believe that what began as a funny account of a mother trying to make sure that her son does not take to drinking due to post war trauma ended up this way - telling the story of Laguna people, their attachment to the land and cattle even in the times of drought and vanishing land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug4,2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4492454915879549552?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Ceremony-Classics-Leslie-Marmon-Silko/dp/0143104918/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Good writing with a purpose'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4492454915879549552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4492454915879549552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4492454915879549552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4492454915879549552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-writing-with-purpose.html' title='Good writing with a purpose'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3027603273211862576</id><published>2010-10-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:17:17.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Geographic Vol 179, No.5 May 1991</title><content type='html'>Elephants find &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liana"&gt;Lianas&lt;/a&gt; tasty. While the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aka_people"&gt;Aka people&lt;/a&gt; in the article are in Africa, another &lt;a href="http://www.kansascity.com/2010/10/09/2294611/undocumented-language-found-hidden.html"&gt;Aka community&lt;/a&gt; with an undocumented language has been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forest elephants prefer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monocotyledon"&gt;Monocots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tamarind tree is a dicot. I say that from tiny green grass like stalk that have two seed leaves. After rain they were more prominent on the ground. Fresh green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beneficiaries of the elephants bull dozing. ... crested&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sandiegozoo.org/animalbytes/t-mangabey.html"&gt;mangabey monkeys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treculia"&gt;Treculia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balanites_aegyptiaca"&gt;Balanites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cauliflory"&gt;Cauliflory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dehiscent&lt;br /&gt;exstipulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago, old women made &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Varenyky"&gt;Varenyky&lt;/a&gt; for their church. The feature on Chicago had a good comparision with NY city style of anyone can make it here Vs if you can make it here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3027603273211862576?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3027603273211862576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3027603273211862576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3027603273211862576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3027603273211862576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/10/national-geographic-vol-179-no5-may.html' title='National Geographic Vol 179, No.5 May 1991'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3175486795547876170</id><published>2010-10-09T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:53:05.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Six questions</title><content type='html'>This Socrates,Mr Philips, should have asked fewer questions. The questions in the beginning are in a realm, easily 'connectible to ' of a common man. &lt;br /&gt;As you approach the middle of the book, one feels that as a very inquisitive present generation Socrates, he should have rephrased the questions or found answers relevant to the question. This disappointment is a show-stopper. &lt;br /&gt;The answers in themselves deal with people of diverse backgrounds, as the discussions of philosophy are held in various parts of the world. You come to know of various cultures and their viewpoints. &lt;br /&gt;A question on virtue just focusses on harmony, moderation on modesty. This steering of the answer to just one side, rather than a wider view could be partly due to a community's 'similar thinking'. &lt;br /&gt;Even if just the first question was put to all the different groups, the book would have done the real job of exploring philosophy and its relevance to modern man. &lt;br /&gt;One question well answered is better than any many questions that can be raised and never answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 19 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3175486795547876170?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Six-Questions-Socrates-Modern-Day-Philosophy/dp/0393326799/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Another Six questions'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3175486795547876170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3175486795547876170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3175486795547876170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3175486795547876170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-six-questions.html' title='Another Six questions'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-5714614224364595594</id><published>2010-09-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:07:55.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poet or not</title><content type='html'>This book is for anyone who has ever had to think if they could/should write or not. On a general note, if anybody had to sit and think if what they are doing is what they really want to do , they could glean some inspiration that all the questions that arise will lead you to 'worth the effort' results , if pursued, that can make a difference to your and many other lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sep 19. 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-5714614224364595594?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Letters-Young-Rainer-Maria-Rilke/dp/0393310396/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Poet or not'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5714614224364595594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=5714614224364595594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5714614224364595594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5714614224364595594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/poet-or-not.html' title='Poet or not'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2488751580560514085</id><published>2010-09-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:03:15.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books are for</title><content type='html'>DHL has a very consistent way of writing. Each of his book only adds to the superset of his way of thinking. &lt;br /&gt;This book has very few characters but strong ones at that. You can derive your philosophy from them. They can do the living at an abstraction which seems the most appealing to those who always look at the 'true core' of things. The characters will go through all the travails that are the outcome of an impossible living and finally descend back to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;There are a gamut of feelings that can be felt by a man, its not possible to experience them all by ourselves and this book is one such, which lets you live the life of such intense people within the covers. &lt;br /&gt;Miriam's character, as a person who draws life out of all things worth appreciating by vaccuming their essence into her, like say smelling the flowers so barbarously that they are devoid of their fragrance... &lt;br /&gt;In today's life , where conversation cannot go beyond everyday needs, its hard to recognise such different traits in people. DHL's characters are so different. The feelings they have, the way they reconciliate to them.. how they realise that they go beyond the flesh and are more related in spirit .. making transactions in this not-ordinary space and then having the practicality to realise that life cant be lived like that .. the point abut how 'feeling life like souls' but 'need to live like humans'.. &lt;br /&gt;Oct 11, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2488751580560514085?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Sons-Lovers-Signet-Classics-Lawrence/dp/0451518829/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Books are for'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2488751580560514085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2488751580560514085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2488751580560514085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2488751580560514085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/books-are-for.html' title='Books are for'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4329718746485656620</id><published>2010-09-28T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:09:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push cart 2010</title><content type='html'>I want to speak for just one essay - 'The Sutra of Maggots and Blowflies' by Sallie Jiko Tisdale.In the essayists words it is a rewrite of Dogen's Sutra of Mountains and Waters as a natural history of flies, in Buddhist terms. I read this essay last night. And today I could make something of a housefly. I saw the four stripes on its gray thorax. I saw the 'halteres'. If I can tell that much of a fly, it has to be a dead one with its limbs detaching at the slightest touch. The fly is on a path of decay. The essay not only leaves you with the knowledge of what happens to our bodies when we die but it goes into suffering identified by Buddha. &lt;br /&gt;It is a long essay. If you cant get your hands on it, you should read the excerpts of it on 'Dharma Rain'. [...]. After reading this essay I was reminded of an essay 'Not found Not Lost' by Joel Agee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other essays that I liked and recognized from magazines: 'Time and Distance overcome' by Eula Biss and 'How to succeed in Po Biz' by Kim Addonizio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jul 17,2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4329718746485656620?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Pushcart-Prize-XXXIV-Small-Presses/dp/1888889543/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Push cart 2010'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4329718746485656620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4329718746485656620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4329718746485656620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4329718746485656620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/push-cart-2010.html' title='Push cart 2010'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3725577333736245825</id><published>2010-09-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:40:01.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem by its other name</title><content type='html'>This poem with title 'race' had me guessing the end with some injustice. Race is such a high power word that it masks its homonymity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homonym"&gt;Homonym&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3725577333736245825?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/the-race-by-sharon-olds.html' title='A poem by its other name'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3725577333736245825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3725577333736245825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3725577333736245825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3725577333736245825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/poem-by-its-other-name.html' title='A poem by its other name'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4962392429287637393</id><published>2010-09-15T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:18:25.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A summer day</title><content type='html'>we felt a cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;like we were by the beach&lt;br /&gt;As unbelievable as the mirage&lt;br /&gt;it did happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4962392429287637393?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4962392429287637393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4962392429287637393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4962392429287637393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4962392429287637393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-day.html' title='A summer day'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2340194068094858802</id><published>2010-09-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:58:20.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poems</title><content type='html'>Both these poems have been used as epigrams in Anne Lamott's 'traveling Mercies' book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/12040"&gt;quote&lt;/a&gt; used in the same book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2340194068094858802?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://artpredator.wordpress.com/2008/12/27/congratulations-nanao/' title='poems'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2340194068094858802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2340194068094858802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2340194068094858802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2340194068094858802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/poems.html' title='poems'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1936958485951871606</id><published>2010-09-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:12:47.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Monkeys</title><content type='html'>I wasnt prepared for a shrunk image of monkeys at the Monkey Village. In 'Wild Justice', &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=-0lw_d5gmvkC&amp;pg=PA73&amp;dq=filippo+wild+justice+the+moral+lives+of+animals&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=heCQTKHrJIb2tgPf_5myDg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=1&amp;ved=0CDIQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false"&gt;a study&lt;/a&gt;, it was interesting to read of one of the priviliges of affiliative behavior. A point that I liked in this book of two opposing concepts of Darwin's survival of the fittest and Kropotkin's Mutual Aid's role in evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix zoo had whistling ducks too in the exhibit as both come from the same South America. &lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Norway rats. Hanta Virus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1936958485951871606?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider_monkey' title='Spider Monkeys'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1936958485951871606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1936958485951871606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1936958485951871606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1936958485951871606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/spider-monkeys.html' title='Spider Monkeys'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3617293780284550596</id><published>2010-09-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:31:08.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to your author</title><content type='html'>What is the difference between an accomplished writer and one who is interested in writing? For one, he can say what a novice only thinks he wants to say and two he can convince that it had to be said. He can write what he thinks and just call it a book. Although I would not call it a book in the regular sense, I would like to read what an author like him thinks. Is he the thinker who writes? &lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story. Man has made a big mess of the earth. Not new to our knowledge. But authors writing on an issue in current life makes them so easy to relate to. &lt;br /&gt;12.31.05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3617293780284550596?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Man-Without-Country-Kurt-Vonnegut/dp/158322713X/ref=cm_cr-mr-title' title='Listen to your author'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3617293780284550596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3617293780284550596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3617293780284550596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3617293780284550596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/listen-to-your-author.html' title='Listen to your author'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-6513372353440249630</id><published>2010-09-04T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T07:24:16.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's question</title><content type='html'>Reading of a book in NYTimes, I wonder what might ethics in archaeology refer to. Terry Tempest in Refuge with her frequent digs, hints in pg 190 and I get that the excavators could appropriate the digs before they get into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inventory_(museum)"&gt;Museum Inventory Management System&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-6513372353440249630?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6513372353440249630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=6513372353440249630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6513372353440249630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6513372353440249630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterdays-question.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s question'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4692932680570826842</id><published>2010-08-12T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:41:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sense and predation</title><content type='html'>While deer evade us through their sense of smell, another set of life, &lt;a href="http://opa.yale.edu/news/article.aspx?id=7245"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/a&gt; find us through the same sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell is not the only sense that aids animals. What does heat sensing fall under? 'moment of Impact' video on PBS about snakes thermal mapping and woodpeckers with their flexible tongues that wrap around their skulls to handle the pressure while they tap at the wood made me wonder how todays generation can learn so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Remembering-Smell-Memoir-Losing-Discovering/dp/0618861882/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1281648925&amp;sr=1-1-spell"&gt;Remembering smell&lt;/a&gt;, in the 'smell, memory' chapter, author Bonnie says that,  Memories are remade with each act of rememberance and its evolutionary purpose was to enable learning; thus it must be highly fexible and subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenting even when the lab shuts down. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/10/magazine/10Section2b.t-9.html"&gt;olfactory cuisine&lt;/a&gt;. Achatz survived tongue cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4692932680570826842?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4692932680570826842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4692932680570826842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4692932680570826842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4692932680570826842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/08/sense-and-predation.html' title='sense and predation'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4113002254220062655</id><published>2010-08-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:56:58.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Meaning-Tingo-Other-Extraordinary-Around/dp/1594200866/ref=cm_cr-mr-title"&gt;Meaning of Tingo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has words from other languages for which there are no equivalents in English. &lt;br /&gt;The words have been sorted into chapters with hello ( the first any one should know in any language),clothing,love,marriage,divorce and so on...in the order they occur. &lt;br /&gt;There are boxed English words 'False friends' which mean quite something else in other languages. &lt;br /&gt;It is extremely interesting to see some 20 odd words for camels, snow and Thailand's capital when spelled totally takes up three lines . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4113002254220062655?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4113002254220062655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4113002254220062655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4113002254220062655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4113002254220062655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/08/word-book.html' title='Word book'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1415452513738893326</id><published>2010-08-01T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:49:23.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Best-American-Essays-2007/dp/B001TODO04/ref=cm_cr-mr-title"&gt;Best American Essays 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon of the sex children - Mark Greif &lt;br /&gt;Shakers - Daniel Orozco &lt;br /&gt;Passion flowers in Winter - Molly Peacock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Slayers - Jerald walker &lt;br /&gt;Disappointment - Richard Rodriguez &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1415452513738893326?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1415452513738893326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1415452513738893326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1415452513738893326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1415452513738893326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/08/essay-series.html' title='Essay series'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-519602126218473860</id><published>2010-07-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:42:44.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/History-Love-Novel-Nicole-Krauss/dp/0393060349/ref=cm_cr-mr-title"&gt;The History of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If escher's paintings left the easel and went through a typewriter, this is what would come out.. &lt;br /&gt;An author's last lap of life belting out a novel,who has already written his 'the novel' on his love in his life as 'The History of Love', A young girl named Alma's (after a character in this book)attempts to find out about the character she is named after, excerpts from the 'THL' novel itself, the story of the believed author of 'THL' and many more such yarns with coinciding story lines. &lt;br /&gt;All this might sound like a jumble, if you are not used to the concepts of novel in a novel and more. &lt;br /&gt;A cautious author would want to have a centralised control over the characters and just have one narrative. But Nicole seems to be very good at churning out as many narrators as the characters.Its one thing to have anarrator speak for each character and another to do what Krauss has done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 14, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-519602126218473860?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/519602126218473860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=519602126218473860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/519602126218473860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/519602126218473860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/thl.html' title='THL'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3826510383381138932</id><published>2010-07-13T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:35:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide Awake</title><content type='html'>Watching this movie, you calmly wait to see in what form, Night's creativity is going to unfurl in front of you. Its a nice experiment. &lt;br /&gt;The kid in search of God, trying to look at all other religions in the world is so trying to expand his consciousness at such a small age, which great artists are known to do at the age of 20 and more. &lt;br /&gt;For all those in search of something, here is your 'The signs', that you should go on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 21, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3826510383381138932?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3826510383381138932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3826510383381138932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3826510383381138932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3826510383381138932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/wide-awake.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Wide-Awake-Joseph-Cross/dp/6305784817/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Wide Awake&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-6161680088470542148</id><published>2010-07-13T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:33:29.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaret Atwood's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blind-Assassin-Novel-Margaret-Atwood/dp/0385720955/ref=cm_cr-mr-title"&gt;the Blind Assasin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an amalgam of nested story lines. Unfortunately 'synergy' did not work to Atwood's favour. &lt;br /&gt;The story of two sisters is very uninteresting. I still read on, to find out why the book is called so. The fictionary tale about the blind assassin's is worth the perseverance. &lt;br /&gt;There is more suspense in the assassin's life than in the death of Laura Chase, the novelist. &lt;br /&gt;I would have given a 5 star to this book, if it was TRULY JUST the story of 'The Blind Assassin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 19, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-6161680088470542148?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/6161680088470542148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=6161680088470542148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6161680088470542148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/6161680088470542148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/margaret-atwoods.html' title='Margaret Atwood&apos;s'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2730867619284553254</id><published>2010-07-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:11:18.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving</title><content type='html'>In Ponape chapter, in Zinsley's book,&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rapture-Deep-Stories-Probably-Shouldnt/dp/1585007412/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1278869719&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The rapture of the Deep&lt;/a&gt;, he comfortably dons the role of a marine biologist introducing you to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunicate"&gt;Tunicates&lt;/a&gt; that are a link between vertebrates and invertebrates and the move on to the customs of the Pohnpeiian. The anthropologist then winds up marvelling at the ruins of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nan_Madol"&gt;Nan Madol&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be in the posession of Grays Anatomy, so here's the beginning of me waxing about the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones - Long&lt;br /&gt;short, flat&lt;br /&gt;and mixed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2730867619284553254?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2730867619284553254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2730867619284553254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2730867619284553254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2730867619284553254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/diving.html' title='Diving'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-906833886870031764</id><published>2010-07-10T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:27:25.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiced</title><content type='html'>Bourdain has already written on how a year just goes by in a kitchen in his confidential. Of burns too which will not elicit any balmy response from any of the coworkers. How different can a pastry chef's life be? The hours of kitchen call on you to be an automaton. That is how your success as a chef is measured, with the orders that you stack. It must be a welcome break to try perfect a new recipe to be on the menu for a while. Other breaks, when a national disaster brings in chefs and critics under one roof to send relief to the rescue teams. Then changes, when your workplace changes. You break into a place, everyone loves your work. After a while, the well of customers dries up. Time for new place, new recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate maki, Kalamansi Colada sure fire those dessert juices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is well written and dispels the romantic chef image of ratatouille.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-906833886870031764?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/906833886870031764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=906833886870031764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/906833886870031764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/906833886870031764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/spiced.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Spiced-Stories-After-Hours-Exploits-Kitchen/dp/B002KAOS10/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Spiced&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1829283406217701813</id><published>2010-07-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:24:08.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silk Parachute</title><content type='html'>'Silk Parachute' essay brought out a sense of disbilief as I was reading it. &lt;br /&gt;'Spin right and Shoot left'- This essay's beginning didnt get me hooked into it, but I could connect more to it from the part where he mentions 'lax rats'(muggles of non lacrosse world) - another club member then. &lt;br /&gt;'Checkpoints' - on fact checking at NYorker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My life list' was felt ronic compared to the birders list. Its kind of funny, the hundred kinds of tea he has in the wild. The point wouldnt have been driven home, if I hadnt read earlier in a survival-in-the-wild book about having pine tea. In this and the 'checkpoints' essay I noticed a similarity in the small sections being non -sequential - seeming like different takes on the whole run. A ploy to keep in mind for future writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1829283406217701813?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1829283406217701813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1829283406217701813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1829283406217701813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1829283406217701813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/silk-parachute.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Silk-Parachute-John-McPhee/dp/0374263736/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Silk Parachute&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4206865250484009948</id><published>2010-07-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:28:27.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing down the bones</title><content type='html'>When you come across the writing techniques, at first most of them seem like they might not be of much help. Like for example, writing down the verbs and nouns and looking at new combinations. This activity can be appreciated only if something leads you to see the connection between writing in words and thinking from memories. &lt;br /&gt;I like the way the author has put forward some concepts- Metaphors fit well when they occur to the writer in thinking process. One of her masters metaphor seemed ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;As a want-to-be-a-writer, if you had to deal with seperating and merging life and writing, she says writers live twice. &lt;br /&gt;Read back your daily journals. You will know what she means by an idea bearing the stamp of the moment it was inspired and how each time you read it, your interpretation differs giving you more thoughts to write.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 22, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4206865250484009948?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4206865250484009948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4206865250484009948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4206865250484009948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4206865250484009948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/writing-down-bones.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Writing-Down-Bones-Shambhala-Classics/dp/1590303164/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Writing down the bones&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8364989121382504418</id><published>2010-07-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:25:07.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Machine</title><content type='html'>The development of formalism to help Brutus, the story machine write a story using betrayal is interesting to read. &lt;br /&gt;The story by Racter, a machine makes you see how mechanical a writing it is capable of. &lt;br /&gt;The Bodenesque creativity definition will get you thinking about 'what is really creativity?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8364989121382504418?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8364989121382504418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8364989121382504418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8364989121382504418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8364989121382504418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/story-machine.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Artificial-Intelligence-Literary-Creativity-Storytelling/dp/080581986X/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Story Machine&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8827220690588445370</id><published>2010-07-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:20:15.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Life of Bees</title><content type='html'>"Stingless bees tell other workers in the colony about a new food source by laying a scent trail between it and the nest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are the workers at the nest, Sue Kidd is the 'talking bee' whose book ' The secret life of Bees' is the trail scent left to find the amazing food source , the book itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel has been excellently written, with stories rolling out of characters effortlessly. While I came across a line .. 'take everything T.Ray was not, shape it into a person, and you would get Walter Cronkite'.. I felt, I had already seen this usage in this book. Later on, I realised that I had come across it in Thomas Hardy's novel "The Return of the Native". But Kidd's style is very different and sweet like honey ... You will appreciate the author's success in coming up with a good style thats so easy to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sep 3, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8827220690588445370?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8827220690588445370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8827220690588445370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8827220690588445370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8827220690588445370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/secret-life-of-bees.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Life-Bees-Monk-Kidd/dp/0142001740/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Secret Life of Bees&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2340277352658307737</id><published>2010-07-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:17:03.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallace Stevens</title><content type='html'>Within reading the first few pages, one can feel the surge of guilt for the unjustice done to all the words we dont use anymore. Disuse of words defends the trashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 23,2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2340277352658307737?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2340277352658307737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2340277352658307737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2340277352658307737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2340277352658307737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/wallace-stevens.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Collected-Poems-Wallace-Stevens/dp/0679726691/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Wallace Stevens&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8174985333220675727</id><published>2010-07-07T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:37:54.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Books that we cant read</title><content type='html'>Having read a little on African art in the Menil collection, I found that some rituals in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Things-Fall-Apart-Chinua-Achebe/dp/0385474547"&gt;Things fall apart&lt;/a&gt; made sense. Proverbs and sayings of elders appear in more than smattering numbers. Further into the book the quoters are not restricted to elders. What is the fascination with using the sayings even after having got the point across? Thats what a set of Bon mot do.&lt;br /&gt;With this in the recent past, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002PJ4LEA/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;pf_rd_i=0143114735&amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_r=0FCZRZ3D6WT32X8XGRKW"&gt;Contemporary African writing&lt;/a&gt; caught my attention. I wanted to know more about it. But when my eyes caught some words of war and unrest, that did it for me. As the times of war or peace have an effect on the kind of writing, how can the search for literature be complete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."- Orson Welles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace may not be essential for great works, but some can never be relished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Angelas-Ashes-Memoir-Frank-McCourt/dp/068484267X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1278556540&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Angelas Ashes&lt;/a&gt; had a good style of writing, but I couldnt read on. About a person with alcohol problems. If it were by the alcoholic himself, it might have a different kind of appeal like in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/When-Things-Get-Dark-Mongolian/dp/0312607733/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1278556924&amp;sr=1-3"&gt;When Things Get Dark&lt;/a&gt;. This would (I had to desert this book too for the same unmeetable reasons) have adult perspective with damage to a knowledgable self and not others. Reading Frank Courts memoir through his childhood eyes comes with a bitter taste of swallowing your own tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone in turning my face away from Angelas Ashes. Adair Lara in 'Naked, Drunk and Writing' points that 'A number of people I know couldnt bring themselves to read Angela's Ashes because it was too grim: alcoholism, humiliation, poverty, dirt, disease, untimely death. But for me the dry humour throughout the book tempers the meanness and provides hope'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8174985333220675727?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8174985333220675727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8174985333220675727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8174985333220675727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8174985333220675727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/books-that-we-cant-read.html' title='The Books that we cant read'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3872340264362061633</id><published>2010-07-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:26:36.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best American short stories 2009</title><content type='html'>Stories that made me find more about what spurred them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Shadow table - Alice Fulton. Should I come across her collection of stories - 'the Nightingales of Troy'- Big yes. Couldnt find if this was a real custom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Trends - Karl Taro Greenfield. The elements of the story are as interesting as the real and vicious(reading) experiences its gathered from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 16, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3872340264362061633?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3872340264362061633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3872340264362061633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3872340264362061633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3872340264362061633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-american-short-stories-2009.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Best-American-Short-Stories-2009/dp/0618792252/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Best American short stories 2009&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-7714565031852759517</id><published>2010-07-04T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:35:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden life of deer</title><content type='html'>The author makes it fun to be a deer and play Hide and Hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the oaks going barren one year(they have a mind of their own just like one of the cats in the book) - helter skelter in the animal kingdom but a great opportunity at Thomas residence to do&lt;br /&gt;back yard deer watching - their social behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about the effects of introduction of non native species to a place makes me wonder about how mysteriously evolution works. If here subspecies are lost, isolation breeds different species like in the Grand Canyon squirrels. Geography dictating breeding season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who knew scats held facts in them. If someone got a look at the scats at Montezuma Castle in time, then they could tell the direction in which the cliff dwellers left in haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of Predator urine was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, there are so many things happening in the natural world that call for observation for comprehension, with some mishaps in the domestic world - hysterical macaws, hyper rats and passive cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7714565031852759517?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7714565031852759517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7714565031852759517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7714565031852759517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7714565031852759517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/07/hidden-life-of-deer.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Life-Deer-Lessons-Natural/dp/0061792101/ref=cm_cr-mr-title&quot;&gt;Hidden life of deer&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4452278301757361152</id><published>2010-06-27T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:11:39.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snow mountain</title><content type='html'>The clouds behind the superstition mountain in a higher cone like a shadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4452278301757361152?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4452278301757361152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4452278301757361152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4452278301757361152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4452278301757361152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/snow-mountain.html' title='snow mountain'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8673557635651276139</id><published>2010-06-27T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T10:09:05.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening</title><content type='html'>Eating samosa yesterday, aloo with the amchur taste. When we eat things, over many times, at different places, the sameness of the encounter of a familiar food on the buds, builds on and you havent had the samosa just that one time but over years, the affair has been going on, reliving it each time.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it, we would have had a huge samosa like the big biscuit ad of a car insurance company. Like how a bunch of candles fuse into one in the heat. In an imaginary funeral rite, it would be a mighty bolillo roll and a half chewed milk truck. Add to the list,Giant apple, orange like Roald Dahl's cherry.&lt;br /&gt;Talking of which, a limo followed by many cars flashing their hazard lights on the highway, was the first time I saw it being used as the exit chariot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Loves, a poem by Allen Ginsberg sung on A prairie Home Companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seraphine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8673557635651276139?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8673557635651276139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8673557635651276139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8673557635651276139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8673557635651276139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/evening.html' title='Evening'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8864289984097032990</id><published>2010-06-27T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:17:36.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>at the library book drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/AGONY-ECSTASY-IRVING-STONE/dp/B001GRWTKU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1277655216&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;The Agony and the Ecstasy&lt;/a&gt;, a biographical novel of Michelangelo by Irving stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Butcher-Boy-Patrick-McCabe/dp/0385312377/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1277655405&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Butcher boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8864289984097032990?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8864289984097032990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8864289984097032990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8864289984097032990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8864289984097032990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8945135513006353104</id><published>2010-06-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:24:15.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies ahead?</title><content type='html'>on Berchtesgadener Hochthron mountain in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Face_(film)"&gt; North face &lt;/a&gt; movie, Kurz and Hinterstoisser look like they are at the edge of a ship. Mountains as look out points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8945135513006353104?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8945135513006353104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8945135513006353104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8945135513006353104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8945135513006353104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-lies-ahead.html' title='What lies ahead?'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-8755565826752421626</id><published>2010-06-21T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:46:25.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azzannare (Italian)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;to sink ones teeth into&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been todays motto until the visix Imaging software let 18 pictures of my teeth be mounted on it. If the xray machine could wonder, it wouldnt pass up thinking if the tube holder was focused on the right end of the dental patient. this patient would not mind if told that the teeth xray actually showed toes. Humors the dentist too. Whne I asked the assistant what the film holder was called. &lt;br /&gt;'Rinn'&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; she said.&lt;br /&gt;'Wren' I heard.&lt;br /&gt;Rinn expected a wide mouth. For a narrow mouth, resourceful assistant came up with a 'Snapper ray' which looked like a mix of clothespin with a sharp snap, geometry compass. Life saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental terms: Occlusal, Lingual, buccal, Overbite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a gray bird with black on the tail end. May be catbird. It played with the air for a while like it were dribbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=x6ThiifBPcsC&amp;pg=PA33&amp;dq=dental+x+ray+equipment&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=JDcgTPejKcL7lwejjf2GAQ&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=5&amp;ved=0CEYQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&amp;q=dental%20x%20ray%20equipment&amp;f=true"&gt;Rinn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-8755565826752421626?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/8755565826752421626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=8755565826752421626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8755565826752421626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/8755565826752421626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/azzannare-italian.html' title='Azzannare (Italian)'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-7182024000309481575</id><published>2010-06-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:07:49.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When they report</title><content type='html'>All the media, newspaper and radio were trying to open my ears to the 'construction sounds' going on in the neighborhood, or wait is it in the world cup? I cant believe I bore that noise thinking that the sawing was going on at some building.&lt;br /&gt;All in a click.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7182024000309481575?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7182024000309481575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7182024000309481575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7182024000309481575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7182024000309481575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-they-report.html' title='When they report'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4679623784885328278</id><published>2010-06-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:49:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wordy distraction</title><content type='html'>This morning between birdwatching and making a lunch appointment, I had some miscalculated time on my hands. I had books but I didnt have the space. When I took the via point as a starbucks in a safeway, I was hoping for a place to sit. There were places to sit with either too much sun light facing east or no natural light inside. Shade of a tree next to a bike rack was the pit stop. When I had enough sun that I could take, I shut off boston cream pie's chatter and went with Tiramisu cake. Before billing , what should catch my eyes, a shelf full of books under &lt;a href="http://www.readingtree.org/content.aspx?id=168"&gt;the reading tree&lt;/a&gt; program. So now I have a Collins Italian- English dictionary to pair with a websters Spanish-English one. &lt;br /&gt;A Different Angle - Fly fishing stories by women -&lt;br /&gt;Wild Animus - Rich Shapero&lt;br /&gt;Free falling and other student essays&lt;br /&gt;1989 Europe- Fielding guide&lt;br /&gt;On the road with Charles Kuralt&lt;br /&gt;52 Florida weekends - Janet &amp; Gordon Groene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was aperfect distraction for a time that I would have suffered to spend inside missing the sun. I was so much into sifting the books that I missed an announcement about some cake, which my Tiramisu reminded a lady next in line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4679623784885328278?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4679623784885328278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4679623784885328278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4679623784885328278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4679623784885328278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordy-distraction.html' title='wordy distraction'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-5885069174726020082</id><published>2010-06-18T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:56:13.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During a dry spell of new non fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alive Day - Tom Sullivan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blind man and his dog. Does the dog understand that his friend is blind? What about blind animals? Atleast for rats, rabbits and dogs there doesnt seem to be much future if they are blind in both eyes. Their &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=gKsWAAAAYAAJ&amp;pg=PA344&amp;dq=blind+animals&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=ijccTJSNE6WMnAfZ052gDg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=9&amp;ved=0CFAQ6AEwCDge#v=onepage&amp;q=blind%20animals&amp;f=true"&gt;behaviour&lt;/a&gt; has been reported in popular science monthly Nov 1902 - Apr 1903&lt;br /&gt;(Science gleanings in Animal Life - John Gibson)&lt;br /&gt; Blind fish in mammoth caves. Flat fish. Is there really a cap on snakes venom production?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=gjgsAAAAYAAJ&amp;pg=PA138&amp;dq=blind+animals&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=WT4cTMORJprqnQfZkr2RDg&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=3&amp;ved=0CDQQ6AEwAjgo#v=onepage&amp;q=blind%20animals&amp;f=true"&gt;Proceedings of the society for Experimental zoology and medicine &lt;/a&gt; is a very easy to read science book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-5885069174726020082?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5885069174726020082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=5885069174726020082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5885069174726020082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5885069174726020082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/during-dry-spell-of-new-non-fiction.html' title='During a dry spell of new non fiction'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-5541288223127696433</id><published>2010-06-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:25:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Older adults</title><content type='html'>Recently I heard that IV therapy was not recommended for an elder person. I did wonder why. The V in it has the answer. With varicose veins and complications of overfluiding and haematoma, it does sound like more trouble. Growing up, paediatric is a much loved subject, but geriatrics seems like a field on its own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-5541288223127696433?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5541288223127696433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=5541288223127696433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5541288223127696433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5541288223127696433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/older-adults.html' title='Older adults'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-4081422561399388551</id><published>2010-06-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:28:25.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under test</title><content type='html'>I am undergoing a test now. Test for TB. I havent reached the quarter mark. An interesting day at the clinic. I learn a thing about my self. My left little finger does not pulse. Should I believe the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulse_oximeter"&gt; Finger pulse oximeter&lt;/a&gt;? Mostly because its all bone. Its a pity that little fingers and toes get so undermined. Ever notice how the tiny toe gets squeezed and out of shape with no 'leg room'. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked if I took &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bacillus_Calmette-Gu%C3%A9rin"&gt;BCG&lt;/a&gt;. If I were from my parents generation, I might have scars, the vaccination marks to tally. I just read of the small pox vaccination and the bifurcated needle. You dont want to know any more of it. If you thought this calls for the curtains, we should all throw a brownie party to whoever replaced   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tine_test"&gt;tine test&lt;/a&gt; with any other test. Why positively its like four dentists at work on your teeth. That experience is its own story.&lt;br /&gt;I ask about BCG. I find it fascinating that there are ways to learn of vaccines administered, other than the marks. I have not thought much about vaccines other than that they need to be taken. But on careful pondering over it, it seems like staging a drill in your body for a fire or such adverse event. Its a watermark that stays in your body for as long as you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a scare tactic to make children learn their geography? BCG vaccine's efficiency varies with longitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parent tried many visits to a government hospital for BCG to her kid, but they were always out of stock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-4081422561399388551?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/4081422561399388551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=4081422561399388551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4081422561399388551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/4081422561399388551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/under-test.html' title='Under test'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2135175825911033240</id><published>2010-06-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:11:51.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Images we carry</title><content type='html'>long narrow roll of paper, Rene used as a stethescope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2135175825911033240?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3247684356224226167</id><published>2010-06-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:45:13.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and smell the flower?</title><content type='html'>is not a good idea for all&lt;br /&gt;If a plant is on the left&lt;br /&gt;on the lunch table and you&lt;br /&gt;are leaning to the right, &lt;br /&gt;with your nose suffused&lt;br /&gt;with the natural smell&lt;br /&gt;Now you know another reason&lt;br /&gt;for the artifical in&lt;br /&gt;the flower vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once for all you will know&lt;br /&gt;to stop and smell the flower&lt;br /&gt;or not&lt;br /&gt;If the bees didnt swarm&lt;br /&gt;the flowers, an allergic person&lt;br /&gt;could help Solomon&lt;br /&gt;sometimes bees swarm people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-3247684356224226167?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/3247684356224226167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=3247684356224226167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3247684356224226167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/3247684356224226167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-and-smell-flower.html' title='Stop and smell the flower?'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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As kids, we marveled at a perfect peeling of a wooden pencil with the sharpener, hoping it wouldnt break off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-7918731228185281419?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/7918731228185281419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=7918731228185281419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7918731228185281419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/7918731228185281419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/gag-gift.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wisegeek.com/what-are-gag-gifts.htm&quot;&gt;Gag gift&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-411899483531512210</id><published>2010-06-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:48:46.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habitational Expressionism</title><content type='html'>I came across this term in this book &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=z0MIT1MnNMMC&amp;pg=PA122&amp;dq=habitational+expressionism&amp;cd=1#v=onepage&amp;q=habitational%20expressionism&amp;f=false"&gt;weird California&lt;/a&gt;. I have seen auto dealers offices each replete with a theme. One office was a mini Monroe museum. Another had a 5 feet model of an airplane hanging from the top. I am likely to store parts of a tree - seeds, pods, flowers - collected on walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while taking the turn to Mission Viejo, I wondered what laguna Niguel on right had. This weird CA book had the answer. I heard of the annual event last July, but did not register the name of the place. In Old town San Diego, a look at 'Whaley House' had me thinking on the lines of what cuisine it might be while the building seems to be content haunted. Same is the case with Hotel del Coronado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-411899483531512210?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/411899483531512210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=411899483531512210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/411899483531512210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/411899483531512210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/06/habitational-expressionism.html' title='Habitational Expressionism'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-5209451563527228164</id><published>2010-05-20T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:16:53.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose claim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kidzworld.com/article/762-dido-biography"&gt;Dido&lt;/a&gt; stole a flute as a kid. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Werner_Herzog"&gt;Herzog&lt;/a&gt; stole a camera as a young man. A grown up version of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annaprashan"&gt;ritual&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-5209451563527228164?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/5209451563527228164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=5209451563527228164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5209451563527228164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/5209451563527228164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/05/whose-claim.html' title='Whose claim'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-1990369123254964513</id><published>2010-05-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:33:19.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More drawing lessons</title><content type='html'>Beginning this book with some 'before'sketches, what was to be a sketch of my grandmother turned out to be a young woman of a different race. If this were some shamanistic drawing, it would send me on a distant voyage to find my ancestors. when I drew a self portrait, my roomate thought I drew a hag. next time I am going to draw a distorted me to get it right. Some exercises in the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Drawing-Right-Side-Brain/dp/0874774195/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1274021693&amp;sr=1-3"&gt;drawing book&lt;/a&gt; seemed easy. Filling one side of the vases (which also form the face contours) looking at the other. I was using my left brain which I should not have for the purpose of letting the right brain kicked in. Recognising Einstein's from an upside down picture. Now that deserves a pat. The most interesting exercise of this book was drawing pictures upside down. That is a surprise. Another interesting one was drawing negative spaces. I now have a picture which looks like the opened mouth of an animal seized in time whose &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dentition"&gt;dentition&lt;/a&gt; should baffle any zoologist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-1990369123254964513?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/1990369123254964513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=1990369123254964513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1990369123254964513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/1990369123254964513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-drawing-lessons.html' title='More drawing lessons'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-2431479213107470511</id><published>2010-05-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:23:18.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoke the Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJvLRITbyu4/S-loT_kxL_I/AAAAAAAACPc/sljAoSF9n0c/s1600/100511-065938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJvLRITbyu4/S-loT_kxL_I/AAAAAAAACPc/sljAoSF9n0c/s200/100511-065938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470017915110633458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:OldTreeAndHorses.jpg"&gt;Old Tree and Horses&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1592650511/ref=cm_cr_rev_prod_title"&gt;The Art of Book of Chinese Paintings&lt;/a&gt;, I recognised the horse. Well, I have drawn some of them which resemble cattle and beasts of burden. Ming Deng, the author of the book thinks its 'Zhao Mengfu's confidence in his painting skills shows in his willingness to use very simple lines to depict horses at difficult angles.'&lt;br /&gt;These horses are from a picture in Rita Mae Brown's 'Animal Magnetism' book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-2431479213107470511?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/2431479213107470511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=2431479213107470511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2431479213107470511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/2431479213107470511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/05/stoke-line.html' title='Stoke the Line'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJvLRITbyu4/S-loT_kxL_I/AAAAAAAACPc/sljAoSF9n0c/s72-c/100511-065938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-597186273684900125</id><published>2010-04-22T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T06:37:45.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Map Literacy</title><content type='html'>If you looked at &lt;a href="http://santiago-compostela.net/"&gt;this map&lt;/a&gt;, for a minute ignore the text, what would you make of the routes like tributaries reaching different places. You do not have the advantage of reading the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Off-Road-Modern-Day-Pilgrims-Route/dp/0671758187"&gt;title of the book&lt;/a&gt;, that I saw the map in. &lt;br /&gt;Imaginary traveler, that I was already in Spain, so all I could make of the map was take the return routes of the pilgrim walk. Only when the author of the book started in France to get to this place, did I realise that all those roads have to be taken to the left to reach the talked of destination - Santiago de Compostela. It could be the reading from the left to right that we practise or taking in the simpler details first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12047784-597186273684900125?l=adhyayan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/feeds/597186273684900125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12047784&amp;postID=597186273684900125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/597186273684900125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12047784/posts/default/597186273684900125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adhyayan.blogspot.com/2010/04/map-literacy.html' title='Map Literacy'/><author><name>adhyayan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12834803040800069056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12047784.post-3008755862752709077</id><published>2010-04-21T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:11:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush with architecture</title><content type='html'>While playing pictionary, I had to depict shingles. Now that without knowing what it means but misunderstanding that it is aural. In &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Architectural-Excellence-500-Iconic-Buildings/dp/1554073588/ref=cm_cr-mr-title"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; I came across &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Fisk_Stoughton_House"&gt;stoughton house&lt;/a&gt; with shingles. In a while, I havent walked to the next door grocery store, blaming it on winter. Last weekend, when I was walking to the store, to get some ingredients for &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;recipe_id=640876&amp;FORM=BING"&gt;sour cream banana coffee cake&lt;/a&gt;, I realised that circle K has three rows of shingles running on the top along its facade. 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