Monthly Archive for September, 2001


ahhh, i’ve only got a few min­utes to talk to you all about some­thing tru­ly fabulous:

Doxy­lamine Suc­ci­nate, Dex­tromethor­phan Hydro­bro­mide, Ace­tominophen, Psue­doephedrine Hydrochloride

not to mention:

Alco­hol, Cit­ric Acid, Fla­vor, Green 3 (what­ev­er that ingre­di­ent is), High Froc­tuse Corn Syrup, Poly­eth­yl­ene Gly­col, Propy­lene Gly­col (both kinds), Puri­fied Water, Sac­carin Sodi­um, Sodi­um Cit­rate, Yeloow 6, Yel­low 10 (what are thos things?)

That’s the for­mu­la for NyQuil– and don’t skimp on the real thing… whoops… fading.….


I spent some time tonight chat­ting with rohit about his the­ater and such. It’s strange that i nev­er had hard­ly a con­ver­sa­tion with the guy until this sum­mer. But, he is a fun­ny fella.

I’ve been stayng up late now that i’m not employed. But, i nev­er real­ized what qual­i­ty pro­gram­ming comes on PBS at night. I saw the part of the new york doc­u­men­tary on the con­struc­tion of the empire state build­ing which was fas­ci­nat­ing- espe­cial­ly the pic­tures of mid­town with build­ings that are prob­a­bly 10–12 sto­ries high, and then, one giant tow­er stretch­ing like 90 sto­ries up. It was sur­re­al, con­sid­er­ing the world trade cen­ter attack.

Speak­ing of which, if you’re look­ing for an indi­an-amer­i­can per­spec­tive, i’ve real­ly enjoyed the web log­ging of

Dur­ing all the dra­ma of last Tues­day, my sense of humor has tak­en a back­seat. It is slow­ly re-emerg­ing. I am about to pitch my idea for a new sit­com for next spring. Here is what I have so far:

  • Two self-hat­ing homo­sex­u­als, who are not ready to come out of the clos­et or com­mit, played by Jer­ry Fal­well and Pat Robertson.
  • One anal-reten­tive neat freak ter­ror­ist room­mate played by Osama Bin Laden.
  • The wacky next door neigh­bor, who always stops by at inop­por­tune times to bor­row advice on for­eign pol­i­cy, played by George W. Bush.
  • French Stew­art from Third Rock from The Sun who sits on the couch and squints a lot.
    Wack­i­ness ensues.


Hi Ned

So, i’m wait­ing for the rest of these fools to stum­ble upon this site. I’ve been so busy get­ting the main site up, and design­ing per­son­al sites for the oth­er domain mem­bers, that i nev­er did my own. So here it is.

I’d like to show you the pic­ture that i want­ed to use, but was vetoed by the girl, on account of the fact that i look gay and dumb.


I have been glued to the tele­vi­sion over the past cou­ple of weeks, and i’m sick with grief as i lis­ten to these wives, moth­ers, sons and daugh­ters show pic­tures of their lost loved-ones. It is so trag­ic to see the pan­ic and loss in their faces, as they plead with the tele­vi­sion crews, describ­ing what their dad­dies and hus­bands were wear­ing when they left the house that morning.

Lisa and I are so thank­ful that every­one we know and love are safe — it was a fright­ful cou­ple of days in Boston, because our city seems to be the ori­gin of much of this mad­ness. Many of the pas­sen­gers in the AA and UA flights that left Logan were from Mass­a­chu­setts. I watched all after­noon as the West­in hotel in the Back Bay was raid­ed, and appar­ent­ly police pulled a man of ara­bic descent off an Amtrak train in Rhode Island. There is also talk of Boston cab­bies… So far, it seems, noth­ing has mate­ri­al­ized, and i hope and pray that the FBI and law enforce­ment are patient and respect­ful of civ­il lib­er­ties. I also hope to God that peo­ple remain calm, and allow the police to do their job.