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  • heath 1:56 pm on Wednesday, September 16, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: 53431, beat, bhangra roots, electro, energy, harmonics, independent, Sugarless, super, Swami, UK band, , voice, wit   

    Swami’s “Sugarless” – love it! 

    fav early autumn sound obsession: Swami‘s single “Sugarless” from their new album 53431.

    if you’re on Twitter, hear it and comment here: http://www.twitvid.com/7973E

    otherwise, check it at DesiHits.com: http://www.desihits.com/blog/article/video-swamis-sugarless-20090912

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  • skkott 1:45 pm on Friday, August 7, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Bill Clinton, Hillary Clinton, John Bolton, North Korea   

    Hillary, witty 

    “If Obama walked on water, Bolton’d say he couldn’t swim”

    Hillary Clinton in Africa speaking to CNNi’s Fareed Zakari on John Bolton attacking Bill’s trip to North Korea.

    PS. Speaking of Hillary, when she was recently in India for a 3/4 day trip, she did interviews with most national English language News channels including NDTV, CNN-IBN, Times Now. Most of it was repetitive–the questions and answers, somewhat boring. But I liked watching an hour long Teach India educational forum with Hilary and Bollywood star Aamir Khan, who does his part as a celebrity, to help educate under privileged children. Hillary seemed very involved, and I liked some of her answers to questions from the audience and the moderator. She fit right in the discussion and certainly didn’t look out of place. She empathized with Aamir, who was very passionate about the cause, some of her audience who were disheartened by the lack of results and knowing the reality of daily lives of so many children in India.

    Update: Video: Hillary Clinton, Aamir Khan with Arnab [Teach India] – Part1 , Part2, Part3, Part4

     
  • Dara 8:41 am on Friday, July 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    There are people and then there are people… 

    I am not a great cut and paste artist, but this I have to share. People constantly amaze me with their big hearts and character. This is an extract from an email I just received:


    ‘Last Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different. As we set off, my eyes fell on a few magazines (kept in an aircraft style pouch) behind the driver’s back rest. I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.

    My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some medicines. This was enough for me to realise that I was in a special vehicle. Then I looked round again, and discovered more – there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths – from Islam and C hr istianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism. There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan. I realised that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.

    I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished. I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer’s plastic company was shut down. He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night. No break unless he was unwell. “Sahab, ghar mein baith ke TV dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega.” (“Whats the point of sitting at home watching TV. If I earn 2 paise they will come in handy in future”)

    We realised that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life. I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time. He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use. He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: “25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped. Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.

    My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO! A hero who deserves all our respect. Our journey came to an end; 45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshipping Mumbai, my temporary home. We disembarked, and all I could do was to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a free ride for a blind man.’

    One day I hope to meet Sandeep Bachhe and see his rick MH-02-Z-8508.

     
  • heath 7:59 am on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: fiction, , Salman Rushdie   

    Why I love Salman Rushdie 

    In the current New Yorker magazine, there’s a Salman Rushdie story titled In The South, which opens like this:

    “The day that Junior fell down began like any other day: the explosion of heat rippling the air, the trumpeting sunlight, the traffic’s tidal surges, the prayer chants in the distance, the cheap film music rising from the floor below, the loud pelvic thrusts of an “item number” dancing across a neighbor’s TV, a child’s cry, a mother’s rebuke, unexplained laughter, scarlet expectorations, bicycles, the newly plaited hair of schoolgirls, the smell of strong sweet coffee, a green wing flashing in a tree…”

    What puts the knife in my heart?  That he ends the list of urban events and sounds with “…a green wing flashing in a tree.

     
    • derek 10:29 am on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      No matter how urban we get, nature has away of showing through, even if it’s just a glimpse.

      • heath 1:31 pm on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        tiny hillocks of moss, brilliant in the rain, border a narrow squirrel-tamped path edging the parking lot out back…

        • derek 11:22 pm on Wednesday, June 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply

          is the brilliance in noticing such details of life, or is it in the sharing of them in such a poetic way……

          • ed 1:40 pm on Thursday, June 11, 2009 Permalink | Reply

            What more can anyone say? Cool, you two.

          • heath 4:50 pm on Thursday, June 11, 2009 Permalink | Reply

            the brilliance of the onlooker’s eye sees a green wing flashing in a tree.

            • derek 10:30 am on Friday, June 12, 2009 Permalink

              brilliance upon brilliance and then a star is born

  • heath 11:31 pm on Sunday, May 31, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Asian RnB, Mumzy Stranger, Rishi Rich, summer song, UK Asian,   

    Summer song: Mumzy Stranger’s One More Dance 

    Here’s one of those summer songs one can’t get out of one’s head:

    The apparent repeats in the lyrics are close echos, not true repeats.

    The great beats, addictive mix and lyrics are why the song sticks.

    The official lyrics are here.

    Check out Rishi Rich Productions Making Mumzy’s “One More Dance” Video, too.

    One More Dance is the most popular song on my songs blog, and it’s the most searched-for post here.

     
  • heath 11:49 am on Wednesday, May 13, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: fearlessness, Juxt, The Young Turks, visual blogging   

    Fearless visual blogging 

    My two favorite visual blogs are

    The Young Turks

    and

    Juxt Interactive

    In the best of all possible worlds, everyone would check these out and I wouldn’t have to say why they’re my favs — and since saying why is against the visual paradigm, that would suit me fine.  But this ain’t the best of all possible worlds, hai na? 🙂  So here’s why:

    (More …)

     
  • heath 12:30 pm on Monday, May 11, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Alessandra Stanley, betrayal, , relationships   

    Column title of the week… 

    More Than One Way to Skin a Cad” — a well-written and sharply, yet compassionately, observed opinion piece in the NYTimes by Alessandra Stanley, about public relationship betrayal.

     
  • heath 10:16 am on Friday, May 8, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: humaneness, humanity, , Times of India, TOI   

    Another way to see: TOI 

    If you’re an American cousin, check out the Times of India online.   The page layout — what content is selected for the first page, and how it’s organized — expresses India’s innate socio-cultural respect for humanity’s humanity.

    I love that respect.  It’s saved my life twice.  And it draws me back to India’s people and arts time and time again.

     
  • heath 12:49 pm on Wednesday, April 22, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Belfast, Lawrence Downes, Maureen Evans, Northern Ireland, recipes,   

    Food tweets 

    http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/22/dining/22twit.html — by Lawrence Downes, a piece notable for the tap into the twee gestalt and lovely writing, as well as for the information. Snippet:

    “…I can hear your quibbles. You’re already on the Internet, so why not get the whole recipe, with pictures, and maybe a video? There’s no global shortage of pixels, so why risk clarity and comprehension for the sake of Twitter’s 140-character straitjacket?
    “I have no answer to that, other than to say it’s fun to decode and cook Ms. Evans’s tweets. They’re a pleasure to look at — strangely absorbing, like bonsai or Fabergé eggs. And (not to spoil the surprise) they work…”

     
  • heath 10:45 pm on Tuesday, April 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: UNESCO, WDL, World Digital Library   

    The World Digital Library (WDL) 

    The web site:  http://www.wdl.org

    A NYTimes Global Edition article about it: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/21/technology/21library.html?_r=1&ref=globalhome

    WDL is a Unesco effort.

     
  • heath 1:14 pm on Sunday, April 19, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: compassion, practical transcendence, U2's Bono   

    A very fine Op-Ed piece by Bono 

    Just read — it’s that good…

    http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/19/opinion/19bono.html

     
  • heath 11:42 am on Thursday, April 16, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Blitzkrieg, dance, hip-hop, Mystics Martyrs & Maharajas album, rap, Tigerstyle, UK bhangra,   

    can you not dance to this? if you liste… 

    can you not dance to this? if you listen with closed eyes, can you resist? heavy baseline over dhol and funny, gritty lyrix!!!! activation mode: most energy centers!

    “What what? Brrrra! T-T-Tigerstyle! What what? Brrrra! What what?…”

    love, h

     
  • heath 12:11 am on Tuesday, April 14, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Frederick Seidel, links to others' stuff including mine, , The Cove, WWF magnetic money boards   

    Open, orphan: hugs hugs hugs. Links in… 

    Open, orphan: hugs hugs hugs.
    Links in link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/warriorpoets/message/13120

     
  • heath 11:29 am on Sunday, April 5, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bay leaves, chicken parm, constructionism, constructivism, curried soup, sea salt, sensitive cooking   

    Constructionist cooking: what is it? … 

    Constructionist cooking: what is it?

    Last night I put half a turkey breast, sea salt, two dried Turkish bay leaves, and water (to cover plus an inch) into a slow cooker on low, and forgot about it.

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  • heath 5:59 pm on Friday, April 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: daughter, dupatta?, hand-woven wool, , , magic, shawl, thanks   

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, t… 

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, thank you for the lovely woollen dupatta, or maybe that’s not what it is… a hand-woven, most amazing, shawl kind of thing, from India, of a wool that’s very fine and soft, with a design of a black ground and woven-in patterns of two reds and a blueish green — one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever owned. It shields me from all harm when I wear it. It’s magical. Thank you, and love.

     
    • Tina Contis-Quinn 1:42 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Awwwwwwwwww mom, thank you so much for this beautiful posting about something that just screamed your name Heather Heather Heather out to me when I saw it. I am so very glad that you love it and are enjoying it…it was meant for that. You have just put the biggest smile on my face that I’ve had in a while and for that I thank you again. I miss our guy…and our two lil furry one’s big time.

      love you.

      your daughter,

      T.

    • ed 2:54 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      The space between words, the dupatta, too.

      Hugs,
      ed

      • heath 7:11 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Ed, for a sensitive reading.

  • heath 5:25 pm on Friday, April 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Bollywood film producers may strike, cricket   

    Bollywood producers may strike? Say it … 

    Bollywood producers may strike? Say it ain’t so! Not enough BW films reach the US to start with…

    http://www.desihits.com/blog/article/bollywood-producers-go-on-strike-20090403

    There’s an upside to every down: if the strike happens, some multiplexes will be showing cricket instead of films.

     
  • heath 5:57 pm on Sunday, March 29, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: digital publishing, new edition,   

    The NYTimes.com has gone global… 

    The NYTimes.com has gone global:
    http://global.nytimes.com

     
  • heath 11:14 am on Sunday, March 29, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Deborah Solomon, Donald Trump, global finances, , , real estate, zillionaires   

    I’m laughing out loud at Donald Trump’… 

    I’m laughing out loud at Donald Trump’s unalloyed unabated arrogance (and his crowing at not being hit as hard as others by the real estate downturn) in this mini-interview by Deborah Solomon in the NY Times Sunday Magazine:

    http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/29/magazine/29wwln-q4-t.html

     
  • heath 6:41 pm on Saturday, March 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Clay Shirky, journalism, Raghav,   

    Raghav’s song Humrahee and an essay ab … 

    Raghav’s song Humrahee and an essay about how the web is affecting journalism have one thing in common — uncommon beauty.

    Humrahee, written and performed by Raghav — tender, lyrical, gorgeous:

    Clay Shirky’s “Newspapers and Thinking the Unthinkable”, a profound essay on how the web is affecting journalism (and by implication, other businesses and arts):
    http://www.shirky.com/weblog/2009/03/newspapers-and-thinking-the-unthinkable/

    God bless the Internet — that’s all of us — for what it allows us to experience and share.

     
  • Uncle Tree 6:24 am on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: conversation, informal, open, peers, , strangers, torture   

    Springboarding: A Torture-Free Alternative 

    An informal, open discussion minus the peer pressure.

    It is a bit of a rush, isn’t it? Posting a comment to a group of strangers.

    “We mean you no harm. Just tell us the truth, and our words will spring into action.”

    The truth is, it’s okay to talk back. Never mind what your parents said.

    Talk front, and do it today. Speak for yourself, friend! UT

     
    • me2watson 6:48 am on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Our spirits may only move on the water,

      but we make quite a splash

      when our thoughts go underground.

    • Davis 8:35 am on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      you said it

      • me2watson 5:33 pm on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        So did you. You made my day. Welcome, Davis!

        I hope you bring the comic section with you

        the next time your in town. No fear.

        See folks? It’s easy! UT

    • me2watson 7:48 pm on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      A springboard is where you stand
      take a deep breathe or two
      gather your wits before the altar
      prepare to sacrifice your limbs
      (only those who fell for this)
      call for a matchmaker
      pray to God for a spark
      hope like hell it don’t rain
      notice you’ve quit breathing again
      gaze into upcoming moments
      see it through to the finish
      yes! we’ve been here before
      confidence mounts to rival hbp
      adrenalin bequeaths a killer rush
      breathe, baby, breathe
      and a one, and a two, and a three…

    • me2watson 8:58 am on Saturday, March 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      With conversations on my mind, I step outside the back door.
      With their own version of Morse code, two woodpecker’s seem to be
      greeting each other and eating breakfast at the same time. The robins
      have arrived in full swing, singing their ol’ familiar song with nary a pause.
      The female cardinal’s sweet little chirps chime in quietly, but distinctly.
      The male’s continue their battle cry, not yet being in the mood for romance.
      The squirrels are certainly frisky, playing tag from tree to pole to tree
      and on down the wire, as my cat watches jealously, but in a nonchalant way.

    • Bonnie 1:01 pm on Saturday, March 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      A delightfully strange bird came to my garden this morning.
      We exchanged greetings, and
      After a while I asked her
      “Who are you?”

      She told me that Eostre, the lunar goddess,
      who gave her name to Easter and the female hormone estrogen,
      had found her injured and laying on the ground one winter.

      To save her life, Eostra transformed her into a hare.
      But the transformation was not a complete one.
      The bird took the appearance of a hare but retained the
      ability to lay eggs……

      Eostre’s feast day is held on the full moon following the
      vernal equinox (which just happens to coincide with Easter)
      So the hare decorates these eggs and leaves them as
      gifts for Eostre…….

      Now you know the rest of the story 😀

    • me2watson 6:42 am on Monday, March 23, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Drumming up business
      Knock! Knock! Knock! Nobody’s home~
      Comments left behind

      Uncommon greetings
      Coming unexpectedly
      Thought I’d surprise them

      Just posted, it says
      Figured they were on
      But still no reply

      Three people, maybe
      Twenty comments I made
      No comments for me

      Thinking Golden Rule
      Perhaps, I am the other
      Guess the game changed, too

      The simple Hello!’s
      Still await moderation
      No one minds the store

      If you are new here…
      See? Expectations–
      What was I thinking?

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