Thursday, September 30, 2004

Is-Land

Boy the post about Pitcairn Island has generated so much interaction, I'm almost tempted to continue discussing it until it becomes a complete and utterly useless topic.

But let me tell you how I found out about the island. It was on the CNN website a few days ago. And definitely NOT for good reasons. Here's why.

The island, as I mentioned, is a British colony and hence falls under their governance. A British police officer who happened to be on the island a few weeks ago was told by a woman on the island that the men of the island have sexually abused young girls - as young as 12 years old. The men in Pitcairn have claimed that this has been an island tradition or culture for ever since the island was inhabited by them.

So now they had to ship (and I'm serious about this) a jail, some lawyers, a judge and the media over to the island for the trial of all these men being tried for sexual abuse. Here is the funny side of the story - the presence of these many people for the trial has effectively doubled the population of the island. Also, the entire island folk are pleading for the men to be released because the seven men being tried represent half of the male population of Pitcairn and without them there is no one to man the boats and hence their survival is in jeopardy.

This is one of those horrific things that makes you laugh and makes you feel glad about being where you are. I bet that as of right now, no matter how picturesque it is, Pitcairn is NOT a place to hang out on.

Wot say?

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Damn...

What a rotten mood I am in. This is great.

Tomorrow is Thursday (in case you folks don't use the same calendar as the rest of the world).

About that island, mentioned in my previous blog...I sent an email to their council asking them how I would go about owning property on that island. How bloody wierd is THAT? You should see the link in my previous post to understand what the heck I'm talking about.

Anyone interested in commenting on this shit?

Secluded or what?

Okay you have to read two new posts - this one and the one below this. So make sure you read both.


Anyways, the point of writing this post is this. We've always dreamed of taking a trip someday to a remote island where we can just relax. However, most such islands have a million visitors who are there for exactly that purpose, thus defeating the very idea.


I think I have found the perfect island. By the way, this is no joke. You can check out via Google etc. because this island is going to sound too good to be true, but it really exists and is a former British colony...just like Australia.
The official government website provides details about the island and here's that link....see it to believe it.


Tuesday, September 28, 2004

This song is from ?

The following are lyrics from a movie. You have to tell me - which movie, who sings it in the movie and what is the scene...

Welcome to Duloc, such a perfect town

Here we have some rules, let us lay them down

Don't make waves, stay in line

And we'll get along fine

Duloc is a perfect place

Keep your feet off the grass

Shine your shoes, wipe your...face

Duloc is, Duloc isDuloc is a perfect place

Monday, September 27, 2004

Blug Blog Blig

I got thinking about the whole blogging thing and I noticed that no one responds to my blogs. Heck I’m not even sure if anyone READS them. I know for a fact that Puppetainer reads them because I see comments from him posted right under my blog. I’ve also had comments from a couple of other people.

My nieces, Indy Princess and Golden Treasure (these are their MSN handles, don’t ask me why!) regularly read the blog and they keep me informed as to what’s going on in their lives. So they’re really the only ones that actually participate but even then they don’t use my blog to interact. It is turning out to be a challenge to get my family involved into this blog business. I guess it’s a special interests group and I shouldn’t expect people to participate.

Take Puppetainer for example. His wife Yondergirl has her own blog and posts comments onto his blog. I post comments onto both their blogs and he posts comments onto my blog. Confused, yet? So anyway, what this shows is that we are a part of a blog community so to speak that isn’t necessarily tied around family and friends. It’s just people coming together.

And maybe that’s the way to go about this. Maybe I shouldn’t be sending blog updates to family and friends. Rather I should send them to a select group of people (even if it’s one person) who I’m sure would participate in the blogging process. It will save me the disappointment of looking at my uncommented blogs day in and day out. Puppetainer, is this the right way to go?

So this is my last blog update to this mailing list. Going forward, I’ll create a new mailing list of people who actually interact on the blog or show some signs of having read my blog and responded.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Punch the hole!

Hmm..very interesting. The new home is teaching me a lot. So when you hook up your washer and dryer, next to the washer hot and cold inlets, there is an outlet for dirty water from the washer to go down the drain pipes.
Now in the rental home that I had, I had that outlet there and all I had to do was drop the pipe from the washer into that outlet. Not in my new home! Here there was a neat little sticker next to the water inlets that said, "Punch out a hole here. This is your where your water outlet pipe is attached".
Oh very interesting! How the heck am I supposed to do THAT. The cap that was on top of the outlet hole was sealed shut and it didn't just pop out or you couldn't just hammer through it. Oh the agony - this made my head hurt. Couldn't the stupid plumber just put a hole there instead of making me do it? I cursed the plumber, and was scurrying around to find other alternatives. I came up with the following:
1) Use a drill - problem is I might drill through the actual pipe sitting under that capped hole
2) Use a hammer to hammer the hole out - a typical male idea along the lines of 'might is right'
3) Find the stupid plumber, get him to do it - yeah sure , plumbers are very reliable and have excellent customer service !! No wonder they're plumbers.
4) Stare at the sealed cap for a while , see if it comes off on it's own.
At the end I did manage to take the sealed cap off with a combination of screwdriver, cordless drill, a set of pliers, abuses, gritted teeth, shut eyes and Noddy's super calm you-moron-stop-freaking-out attitude about the whole thing.
Good things happening at office as well. I put peanut M&M's into a co-worker's water cup while she was watching. They got gross, dissolved and the water was just of this ugly red/brown color. That was pure joy.
Secondly, my good friend Puppetainer, another co-worker who works from the Atlanta office( http://www.livejournal.com/users/naughtomaton/36322.html) got his lasik surgery done and minutes ago I got a call from him from the hospital that all went well and that he's already seeing much better. Well GOOD for you Puppetainer. BTW, he has that as his MSN nickname because he is completely into puppets and is a big big big contributor at the Center for Puppetry Arts (http://www.puppet.org/) in Atlanta. I did see one of his cool puppet shows. If you're ever in Atlanta and want to go to one of the shows, let me know and I'll hook you up with him as your guide into the whole thing.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Blood Sweat Tears Dust and a new Home

It has been 12 days since my previous post. That is the longest gap between blogs since I started writing this. Lots of good reasons but beware that this is going to be a long blog.
We finally closed (legal term here for paid the downpayment and got the keys) on the home on September 1st just after 7 pm. We got the keys and drove straight to the new home. The amount of paperwork to be completed is mind-boggling. But we got that done thankfully and are now set to pay mortgage every month rather than rent.
It was a very weird feeling to own the home. I really cannot describe it accurately but I will try. I would be lying just like those Miss Universe winners do, if I told you that it was nothing but joy. It was really more than just joy although that feeling did figure in the spectrum. There was a big sense of relief that the handover process was completed. There was also an even bigger sense of anticipation on what lies ahead. I sort of stood outside the home for a very long time like a lost puppy thinking, "Where the hell am I and what am I to do next?".
Thursday (September 2nd) was very uneventful. We were planning on painting a room but that went nowhere because Home Depot people work at turtle pace and by the time we finished buying paint and tools (and were $100.00 poorer) it was getting dark. Now you have to realize that in a new home here, you don't get too many preinstalled lights. The room we were planning on painting relied solely on sunlight for illumination and therefore painting was out of question for Thursday.
Friday evening (September 3rd) , we actually started to paint. Jyothi was also there because they have bought a home as well and she wanted to get some experience painting (thus making us the guinea pigs !). I'll be honest with you, we really were glad she could help. Otherwise it would be impossible to finish that room before the last ray of light left. Towards the end we were working in the dark and guessing that we had indeed finished the corners and applied the finishing touches. It was scary to think that the first time the three of us (me, Noddy and Jyothi) had painted, we would not know the results until next morning. The room that got painted is going to be our "Ocean room".
Here comes Labor day weekend. Three days of straight vacation that could not have had a better sense of timing. Our plans were to move from our apartment to the new home over this weekend. Of course when you make a grand plan like that, things start to fall apart from the beginning and the avalanche continues till the very end. I do not want to write a long sob story about what transpired but here's the gist. Most of the people who had 'volunteered' to help us out did not show up. Noddy, myself and Rahul practically moved all the non-heavy furniture which was pathetically slow and it was a UHAUL full of boxes and odds and ends in 80 degree heat. The heavy stuff was moved by professional movers. We (the three musketeers) also moved all the new purchases such as the couch set. It was so much fun. Some of the missing 'volunteers' came in Monday with dinner to help us out and they helped quite a bit. We had to call on Smita to help Noddy setup the kitchen and sure enough she contributed substantially. Smita is like the Rahul Dravid of friendship. Always consistent and reliable. She helped us significantly and the kitchen looks the way it does largely due to her efforts. We really owe her a lot for her help.
The rest of the week was spent trying to get the house setup correctly. The phone lines were a definite education. I did not realize that SBC was going to let the line go live into their box but beyond that it was my responsibility to take it into the home. It was very enlightening to understand how you use CAT5 cabling instead of the traditional two line analog phone connection. I spent quite a bit of time figuring it out.
By Friday I was certain that I had lost my DSL modem and my digital camera because no matter how much I looked (in the wrong places obviously) , I could not find them. Then Sunday, they showed up all of a sudden.
Today is Monday - the house is much more setup than before but we still have a long way to go before we declare it finished. The grass has a few dry patches due to my laziness in watering. But it looks splendid, formidable and beautiful. Of course those adjectives are relative to what you have owned in the past. A palace owner with a hundred acres of land would not find my house as lucrative but I do. And I definitely think it's pretty and needs a lot of work and attention - something that I am willing to provide.