Stratford-Upon-Niagara

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 turbanhead.com:

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.

nice.