tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95802722012-02-16T14:50:51.294-05:00"The time has come," the Walrus said,<br /> "To talk of many things: <br /> Of shoes&mdash;and ships&mdash;and sealing wax&mdash <br /> Of cabbages&mdash;and kings&mdash;<br /> And why the sea is boiling hot&mdash;<br /> And whether pigs have wings."Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-76234099813204249492008-08-05T11:36:00.005-04:002008-08-05T11:48:07.820-04:00

The trouble with Pandora and Last.fm...you setup a radio station with your favorite music, spend months thumb-ing up and down various songs and eventually it recommends Macarena to you...you wonder what went wrong, and where...P.S. May be this should've been presented as an xkcd comic.

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-64189348082400935952008-03-14T11:19:00.005-04:002008-03-14T11:33:29.145-04:00

People, especially my wife, have been telling me that I spend way too much time fiddling with computers, so much so that it borders on obsession. There have been times when my wife would be telling me something but I'm so engrossed in something that I actually don't hear a word of what she's saying. Yet, I never believed that I was at the point where I needed help. Until recently...The first sign

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-47238140046070116842008-03-10T09:19:00.002-04:002008-03-10T09:28:03.279-04:00

Here I was shedding my mandatory semi-annual crocodile tears on the inactivity in my blog, and the futile-but-mandatory resolution to make amends to it, that I come across a cat and heart attack article linked from Slashdot. The article states that the researchers have found that having cats as pets reduces your risk of heart attacks. Now knowing our cats, I know my wife would strongly disagree

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-3279842323171212562007-11-15T11:22:00.000-05:002007-11-15T12:27:03.708-05:00

I am beginning to get this feeling that the powers that be are trying to tell me something, something regarding my work. And I think the message is, although a bit obscure and probably entirely my imagination but everything seems to, at least in my interpretation, point to it, that I should stop coming to work. Now does it want to say work from home, or even the drastic quit altogether and just

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-23592134376658211662007-11-13T13:05:00.000-05:002007-11-13T13:30:02.808-05:00

And I'm not even talking about the rains that we're subjected to in this parts of the country for the last few days. Now was it two or three? I forget. My memory is degrading faster than my weight, but I'll get to that later.So this is going to be a rant against my working conditions. And if you're allergic to rants, then I suggest you stop reading right now, I am not longer responsible for you

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-36488551519164126602007-06-01T10:00:00.000-04:002007-06-01T10:04:34.364-04:00

The latest phenomenon that has taken the internet world by storm is lolcats. OK, I exaggerate. It isn't really that new, the first reports came in around April, 2007 and has been reported on various net culture watch-blogs. But with the pace at which my blog gets updated, this is new enough. Yet another sore reminder of how I'm completely oblivious of the hip-culture on the net. I always

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-68689544511463887582007-05-04T10:43:00.000-04:002007-05-04T12:21:07.530-04:00

Recently, my wife was telling me about how the senior staff at her workplace were quite wary of dealing with electronic equipment, how they'd panic if the printer or the photocopier had a paper-jam, or how they were quite uncomfortable about the prospect of handling a certain task using M$ Office Excel spreadsheet than using tables in M$ Office Word.Aside:*Shudder* Tables in Word! Why don't

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-7726680124212892562007-05-04T10:24:00.000-04:002007-05-04T10:39:09.539-04:00

At the risk of annoying two-thirds of my readership, here goes a blog about Hindi, written in Hindi.आज का ताजा खबर! अब आप हिंदी में ब्लोग कर सकते हो| अधिक जानकारी के लिए इस लिंक पर देखिए|For those wearing the Babel Fish in their ears, you'll read this as (hmmm... I don't know how reading works! May be the eggs that Babel Fish lays swims in your aqueous/vitreous humour, and renders them correctly

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-6741741926830122682007-04-02T09:52:00.001-04:002007-04-02T17:22:52.517-04:00

This one is for all those die-hard bachelors, or those computer geeks who just cannot understand the concept of marriage.While discussing things, more like arguing about things just for the sake of arguing (mostly because it ends up with her trying to shut me up with a kiss), with my beloved, I came upon this unique computer-analogy of describing marriage, more importantly the wife aspect of

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-75161135818809147352007-03-21T08:28:00.000-04:002007-03-21T08:41:41.665-04:00

It is my good fortune that the acts of breathing and pumping blood are involuntary actions. For if they were deliberate actions, I would have had a long life spanning 30 minutes at the most.The problem is that I cannot remember the most routine activities on a daily basis. For example, I've been wearing a wristwatch since the age of 13;

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-74738122093857632782007-03-20T07:21:00.000-04:002007-03-20T07:35:00.790-04:00

Reading Slashdot this morning informed me that John W. Backus, the developer of FORTRAN died last weekend (NY Times link). Aerospace/computational fluid dynamics geeks might be amongst the dying breed who still use fixed-form FORTRAN as their bread-and-butter programming language. All of us have at different times expressed frustration at the quirks of the language, and wished that it had nifty

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-66051447578911464402007-03-16T08:08:00.000-04:002007-03-16T08:44:46.685-04:00

... that and "Back in my day, we'd to..." are pretty much the responses that I'm used to when it comes to discussing education (or the stuff you'd to know by a certain grade level) with my grandparents. The point that always came across was that we kids were getting off easier than how the adults had it back in their childhood. And what's worse, every time this topic came around, they would

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-78377361720410997332007-03-15T14:55:00.000-04:002007-03-15T15:07:34.191-04:00

My friend Maccanena has this unique superhero-like serendipity that makes her stumble upon the most interesting of websites. If it weren't for the fact that she immediately sends me the links to these interesting sites, I'd be extremely jealous of her powers.Today, she stumbled across this treasure-trove of a site (for ignoring what we were supposed to do and go on a link-clicking-spree, that is)

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-40471300516107843462007-03-08T08:52:00.000-05:002007-03-08T09:01:41.630-05:00

Researchers, especially the ones with a Dr. in front of the name, or a Ph.D trailing after their name, or worse (or even better?) a Dr. in front of their name and a Ph.D trailing after their name, or, the ultimate, a Dr. in front of their name, a Ph.D trailing after their name and a title like Albert E. Linnaeus Professor of the School of Engineering, have big egos.And, it is a fact that a

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-73412572804918625902007-03-07T07:15:00.000-05:002007-03-07T07:36:53.440-05:00

Although I am of the opinion that much of the country music is quite silly with trucks and whiskey, it seems that listening to country music on the radio did teach me something new about the great American tradition of baseball.Lately, I've been hearing the term Louisville slugger on almost every country music song that I hear. Well, not almost every song, I exaggerate, I've heard it in two songs

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-31180588662424199562007-03-06T15:36:00.000-05:002007-03-06T15:44:44.788-05:00

My wife and I were discussing our wedding invitations today, or rather what our invitations should say. For those of you who are scratching your head and wondering, "why do you worry about the text on your wedding invitations after you are married? Obviously, you're married, otherwise you cannot call her your wife." Good job, Sherlock, but ours isn't anything like a traditional wedding. We

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-83292453178820690292007-03-06T14:12:00.000-05:002007-03-06T14:18:23.040-05:00

This blog seems to have absolutely no visitors (other than my three, may be two these days, loyal readers). I guess it is partly my fault that I've an account on blogger rather than on livejournal, myspace, facebook or one of those social networking sites, where more of my friends would stumble upon it. I detest social networking sites pretty much for same reasons the respectable physicists in

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-13642473148370852872007-03-06T07:19:00.000-05:002007-03-06T07:23:36.545-05:00

So here is something for those that stumbled over here to waste time on: a quiz. Hopefully, this will cheer up those who are looking to waste time at work clicking on something silly and time-wasting. Also you might want to hit the mute button.

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-55135830999887941992007-03-05T20:04:00.000-05:002007-03-05T20:26:12.279-05:00

Continuing on with the spring cleaning of the blog, I've decided to change the title to what, in my opinion, represents the blog more accurately: a digital snapshot of the neural misfirings of my brain. Now if only I can find some issue to blog about...

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-52481168546718104392007-03-05T14:39:00.000-05:002007-03-05T14:41:13.193-05:00

I'm bored, can you tell?So now that I've overcome the inertia and have started dusting off the cobwebs off of my decrepit blog, I'm trying to come up with things to do with it or post to it.I'd like a new design (layout, color scheme, fonts) for the blog. Blogger has a small list of templates, none of which I particularly like over the present one. So even after two years... this seems like the

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-10471633536165189712007-03-05T14:01:00.000-05:002007-03-05T18:38:59.759-05:00

In other words, I finished up my PhD, graduated from university, got myself a job and embraced the adult way of life. That, in a nutshell, is my explanation/excuse for neglecting this blog during the last one and half years.Well, almost! The first half was mostly spent on wrapping up what was long and seemingly never-ending research spanning four years, summarizing it in what turned out to be

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1124200233842453422005-08-16T08:44:00.000-04:002005-08-16T09:50:33.850-04:00

I am not entirely sure if I should say war on words or at war with words. What I mean is that I have decided to wage a war against certain words.Now why would you want to wage a war against words? Do you have any good reasons for it?Oh, so now we need reasons to wage a war? Whatever happened to freedom and stuff like that? Anyway, I digress.That is nothing new.Riiight... as I was saying, I have

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1119878694569972852005-06-27T09:20:00.000-04:002005-08-16T12:58:19.276-04:00

You have given me caps and mugs with the friendly tux, chocolate cakes and cookies... still you feel like you need to gift me something more, but are not sure what! Well, think no more, because I will tell you what I want... You can buy me this.Update (August 16 2005): Unfortunately, amazon.com no longer has the offer. So people who are reading this blog now... sorry, you missed out on the joke.

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1115819080765652292005-05-11T09:41:00.001-04:002005-05-11T09:44:40.796-04:00

...people think better lying down that standing straight up. Wonder if I can use this article as defense when my advisor catches me napping in the office.

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1115326845235509062005-05-05T16:57:00.000-04:002005-05-05T17:00:45.290-04:00

Benedick:I do much wonder that one man, seeing how muchanother man is a fool when he dedicates hisbehaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed atsuch shallow follies in others, become the argumentof his own scorn by failing in love: and such a manis Claudio. I have known when there was no musicwith him but the drum and the fife; and now had herather hear the tabour and the pipe: I have

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1114143424566551602005-04-22T12:21:00.000-04:002005-04-22T00:26:10.270-04:00

So I was watching TV this evening, which is not entirely unlike any other evening because if I am home I am mostly sitting in front of the idiot box. I have noticed that this is something most normal people frown upon. It gives me the feeling that most people believe that one must be a good-for-nothing, unimaginative, artless bloke if you can get entertained by something that is playing on TV.

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1113928215738925452005-04-19T12:25:00.000-04:002005-04-19T12:30:15.740-04:00

In anticipation of the exciting event unveiling next week, I have taken to greeting everyone with phrases like "Hey frood! How are you?" And let me tell you, it hasn't been going very well. The reaction I have been getting so far, which I firmly believe is not the proper response to that question, which in case if you are wondering is "I can never get the hang of Tuesdays. So how are you hoopy

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1113758925354641162005-04-17T13:15:00.000-04:002005-04-17T13:28:45.356-04:00

Your credibility as a researcher or your worthiness as a potential employee after your doctorate is basically measured in terms of the number of publications you can list in your resume. But veterans of research life and here I am talking about the ultimate authority, the PhDcomics has time and again illustrated how you can beat the system using illustrative examples. But so far it has always

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1113668033417922902005-04-16T12:02:00.000-04:002005-04-16T12:15:04.073-04:00

Let me begin this post by offering no kind of apology to my loyal readers (all the two of them) for ignoring this space over the last two months (almost). I am also not going to give any reasons (read: none that I can think of right now). Oh wait, this one just came to my mind, I blame Dave Barry. He was not only funny but also was born earlier than me and got an unfair head start in the business

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1108942913776449092005-02-20T19:34:00.000-05:002005-02-20T23:26:21.210-05:00

For about a month now this blog has been dead as a dead frog. Why a dead frog? I don't know. I wish I could tell you that there was a good reason for it. You mean for a dead frog? No, but coming to think of it... yeah, I wish there was a good reason for the dead frog too. I think it is dead because it ceased to be alive. Ah, sorry I asked. What did you wish you had a good reason for then? I

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1106337141327686282005-01-21T14:36:00.000-05:002005-01-21T14:52:39.583-05:00

It seems that someone tried to break into my car yesterday night. Looks like the guy/girl (let us not be chauvinisitc here) rammed a screwdriver in the lock and the metal is all twisted now and the key will not go in easily. And there was this friendly note on my windshield which said, 1/20/2005 11:30 pm Someone tried to still your car. The person did not leave any other information. I feel

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1106324825727522022005-01-21T11:23:00.000-05:002005-01-21T11:27:05.726-05:00

A good friend of mine sent this news article about an eight year old girl being married to a dog! He comments, "How do you send a whole nation to the dogs... you start one at a time!!" Surely, I cannot have said it better. And don't forget to read the last paragraph in the article. That really takes the cake. I am curious now, what khaandaan (lineage) is the dog from that it can command such a

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1106240156014145712005-01-20T18:40:00.000-05:002005-01-21T15:20:35.093-05:00

(The names of the characters have been changed to protect their identities.) Being up and about since 8 AM doing random chores around the house, monitoring the progress of my research codes on several computers, re-arranging the furniture in my living room, watching TCM and surfing on the web, I have realized one thing: I should not have gotten out of bed at all. But as some wise soul once said,

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1105926887060156812005-01-16T20:54:00.000-05:002005-01-16T20:54:47.060-05:00

I am thin. You just won't believe how extremely, mind-bogglingly thin I am. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space. Err... sorry about that, got carried away by Hitchhiker's... he he he... But the fact remains, I am very thin. And tall, not very, but some might be inclined to think so. For most scientific purposes, I can be safely

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1105313520149500302005-01-09T18:06:00.000-05:002005-01-09T18:35:16.636-05:00

Ever since I have started this blog and coerced people to read it, those who know me in real life always come back with this one question, why haven't you written about love yet? My friends know that I have been extremely cynical and scornful of this one human emotion and always try to get me all riled up by dragging me into a conversation dealing with the human need for love, caring and

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1105048064258569742005-01-06T15:46:00.000-05:002005-01-06T19:57:50.833-05:00

The story so far... I hate journals and conferences. Reading, writing papers for journals, every aspect of it. It is bad enough that I have to do research and boldly split infinitives that no man has split before (Ref. 1). But no, that is not enough, I have to report it too. Of course, I see why peer review is necessary and today was a perfect example of that. I was re-deriving the equations in

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1104823270607339132005-01-04T02:12:00.000-05:002005-01-04T02:23:18.546-05:00

... Doesn't quite remind you of wedding bells, does it? So if I were to refer to wedding bells what sort of sound effect should I use? Rings? No, that is a door bell. Chimes? No, that is a clock. A lot of my acquaintances have been getting married lately and questions about my own views, opinions, readiness on/for marriage have been brought up lately. This got me thinking on the subject... Being

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1104692010035983312005-01-02T19:32:00.000-05:002005-01-02T19:39:14.523-05:00

Firstly, a very happy new year 2005 to all the readers out there. Yay! First entry of the year! I promise to strive to lower the standards of entries more than ever during the course of this year. You can count on me for that. Secondly, now that I have titled the article "This and that..." I am wondering if that isn't a more appropriate title for my blog. After all, it is as uninteresting as "

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1104424757709088842004-12-30T11:32:00.000-05:002004-12-30T11:39:17.710-05:00

Yes, that's what they are calling it and I after skimming through the article I am sure I suffer from it. From what I gathered they seem to say that the pervasiveness of technology in our lives has cause shrinking attention spans and encompasses the modern-day angst of stress, multitasking, distraction and data flurries. Although I don't agree with one thing there, they say that the normal

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103824929519488632004-12-23T11:13:00.000-05:002004-12-23T13:09:42.673-05:00

I am blessed (or should that be cursed? Depends on whether you are coming or going I suppose) with a very short attention span. I plunge headlong into some activity/hobby and then within a few days lose all interest and look for something else to do. For example, I would be actively pursing some activity (I don't know: research, reading, photography, computers etc. Pick one.) and then... "Ooooh!

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103729600613129932004-12-22T10:12:00.000-05:002004-12-22T10:33:20.613-05:00

The DPS porn movie scandal has gripped the nation. The story so far, a 17 year old boy uses his camera cell phone to videotape his girlfriend giving him a blowjob (Shiva! Shiva! Abachaaram! Abachaaram!). This 157 second video clip has been travelling from mobile to mobile (like all scandals do) until an enterprising college student put it up for sale on baazi.com (the Indian arm of ebay). So the

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103517416992079022004-12-20T01:15:00.000-05:002004-12-20T01:25:17.206-05:00

On a completely unrelated note, I sincerely believe that anyone who takes this blog seriously deserves every bit of trouble that comes his/her way. On a slightly related note, has anyone read the book "Bored of the Rings"? It is supposed to be a slightly dated parody of the Tolkien classic "Lord of the Rings". I wonder where I can get hold of a copy of the book. (Hint: If you guys are looking to

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103334714193154972004-12-18T03:42:00.000-05:002004-12-18T03:54:57.803-05:00

Chef, n.: Any cook who swears in French. --- Source unknown. Some people are born cooks, some acquire culinary skills and some, like me, have cooking thrust upon them (with due apologies to Shakespeare). I have found that being a vegetarian, heavily addicted to Indian cuisine, my food choices are very restricted. (Word of advice: Avoid having principles which do not conform to the general norm,

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103308051066939482004-12-17T13:09:00.000-05:002004-12-17T13:27:31.066-05:00

But if you wish at once to do nothing and to be respectable nowdays, the best pretext is to be at work on some profound study. -- Leslie Stephen, "Sketches from Cambridge" After four years of research, I agree. Working on a PhD insulates you from the real world. There is no 9-5 schedule that you need to worry about. You tend to take high speed internet, unlimited disk space, student discounts

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103224304142048372004-12-16T13:56:00.000-05:002004-12-16T14:11:44.143-05:00

It seems that my choice of nickname is not sitting well with many of my friends. Here is a snippet from an email that I received today: "why florist.. i wud have thought u wud be Sikorski or Bell 47 or T58.. u know, but u came up with Florist; c'mon! let me repeat.. C"MON! F L O R I S T.. man, that 's too .. um, what's the word.. chick-flicky, romantic-sweet-puppy , charming prince-jude-law...

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103149424590705292004-12-16T09:19:00.000-05:002004-12-16T14:12:22.540-05:00

What can I say, you either love it or hate it, there is no middle ground. Bollywood, the desi equivalent of Hollywood, movies was an integral part of my growing up like a bowl of rice (search for the phrase on the page). It is a curious mixture of melodrama, comedy and very vivid, colourful song-dance sequences. People who did not grow up under the influence of the Bollywood movies (read people

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1103068458213448632004-12-14T18:50:00.000-05:002007-03-08T11:23:56.989-05:00

(A long while ago my friend asked me to explain helicopters without all the technical mumbo jumbo. I apologize to my fellow helicopter enthusiasts if this article does not reflect their lofty views of the greatness of helicopters.)So all of us have at some point of time asked ourselves or somebody close by, "How does a helicopter fly?" Right? Wrong! That is what researchers working on helicopters

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1102979254808953752004-12-14T07:31:00.000-05:002004-12-14T08:08:53.226-05:00

You can tell that I am as excited about this journal as a kid with a new toy. Hopefully, the excitement will not wear out as quickly as with kids and their new toys. This blog did not come in cardboard boxes to which I could divert my attention later. This being the Christmas season one cannot but help wonder why parents and other family members go through so much trouble of picking the right

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1102997637224456012004-12-13T23:08:00.000-05:002007-03-08T11:28:58.756-05:00

Just found this news at the BBC site. Apparently, tight deadlines can increase the risk of heart attack. Now if only I can somehow find a way to get my advisor to read this. Of course, one suspects the credibility of a study called SHEEP.

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"Florist? What is the deal with that? That is not manly enough.", said my friend after I sent him the link to my new online journal for peer review. I had no idea what to say to him. Of course, when I signed up I strained my brain hard to think of a cool login which would make the readers go "WoW!" because I had little faith that my writing would. I must confess I am not good at thinking up

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1102887130491479612004-12-12T16:24:00.000-05:002004-12-12T16:32:10.490-05:00

I have been wondering about this for quite some time now. I suppose an example conversation between me and a stranger will explain what I mean: Me: Hello. How do you do? Stranger: Hi! How are you? ... Polite conversation about weather and other things... Stranger: So what do you do? Me: ummm... errr.. (other muttering noises) I am a student doing my PhD. Stranger: What field? Computer

Floristhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16306050498392199602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9580272.post-1102875706788498312004-12-12T13:21:00.000-05:002004-12-12T14:19:17.166-05:00

That is the question, or is it? Of course not! Every net savvy person worth his salt is blogging these days. You cannot but help jump in the bandwagon or risk being branded the dinosaur of internet "savvyness". In fact, I fear that I am already too late. However, in my defense I would like to state that I had intentions of blogging much earlier. I researched the question, "What is this blog thing

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