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.