How to write a song without a chorus

They are the Go-Betweens. Listen and learn people.


Is there life on Mars?

Like David Bowie all those years ago, the world is forced to ponder this question after NASA released this photo by their Mars Explorer Rover Spirit. A trick of the light or is someone out there?


CDC to investigate bizarre skin condition

Imagine waking up one morning to find that you have sprouted multicolored wire-like strands of hair from your skin. For more and more people this is not a page torn from some weird sci-fi pulp novel. So much so that the American Center for Disease Control have decided to investigate the claims of these individuals.


Termed Morgellons, this bizarre condition existed as far back as the 17th century. Till now sufferers were largely thought to be delusional if not downright certifiable. Looks like the poor souls have finally got their day in the sun.

Update : More details from the CDC.

Why Paul Potts will always kick Il Divo’s ass


I am cynical to a fault. Don’t ask me when I became like this. Perhaps I am surrounded by too much duplicity to actually believe in something pure and good. And that saddens me no end.

For the past 24 hours I can’t seem to stop thinking about this Youtube video.

The man is all wrong. He is the anti-christ of the fashion world. All those magazines say to you is how shit you look. But suddenly the shit opens its mouth and out pours this voice that fills all the shallow puddles with pure honey.

Not that I am an aficionado of operatic music but I have a sneaky suspicion that he may not even be anywhere near the top of the pile but his glory does not lie there. And thats the power of Paul Potts. He does not have to be the top opera singer to gain fame. He just has to be Paul Potts.

Paul Potts is a carphone salesman. He is also the overweight man with bad teeth who shuffled into an audition wearing a shabby coat, all nervous and looking as if he wished the earth would just swallow him up. He is the everyday man who sang with the voice of an angel and brought an audience of 2000 to its feet. Like me they knew they were witnessing the very embodiment of our collective secret desire; to be possessed of a talent so out of proportion to our physical appearance that it must be a divine joke.


Yes, Il Divo are very talented and they look great too. But they will never ever hold a candle to the flame that is Paul Potts. Why? Because he is the rest of us.

Standard Apple fanboy’s response to Windows dickhead’s question

As I was packing up my iBook after a presentation yesterday, a colleague sidled over and ask me the question. “Why a Mac?”

I smiled and geared up for the answer. “It’s just so easy!” I replied all smug and grinning from ear to ear. His reply threw me off and stopped the big lecture, that I was then formulating in my head, dead in its tracks.

“Thats what all Mac users say. Its so cliche,” he said with a smile.

That got me thinking. Is that all we have as argument against a Windows-centric universe? Below is a list of tired and overused explanations that any Apple fanboy can recite in his dreams. Well some Apple fanboys…

1. Its so easy

2. There are no/few viruses/spyware

3. Even my 80-year old grandma can use it


4. Its so predde even when it crashes

5. Steve Jobs is God. So he knows best (usually said while prostrating on the floor)

6. Bill Gates is evil. How can you pay the Devil? (usually said while making the sign of the cross)

7. Windows is soooo primitive

8. Have you seen the mess of cables and wires behind your windows PC lately?

9. The “Get-A-Mac” ads are true. Believe or die!

10. The Mac guy in the ads is way cooler looking


The joys of microblogging

1.jpgI am just beginning to appreciate twitter and why its such a big do-dah for a lot of people. Instant publication was what made blogging such a hit. Now instead of writing a blog post with a whole bunch of sentences, we prefer to just shoot off a line or two into virtual space and still get that rush of instant gratification.

I use to think that that is just plain lazy. For the past 48 hours I am beginning to see the allure. The 140-characters limit perversely opens up a panorama of soundbytes which dovetails nicely with our miniscule attention span. Welcome to the 21st century people.

Flu shot fails me miserably

coolclips_vc004795.jpgA fat lot of good the flu shot I had last week did me! My nasal passages are all stuffed up and I can’t smell nor taste a bloody thing. My nose feels as if its a size too big for my face and there is a constant dribble of goo running down my nostrils. My yearly flu attack is back with a vengeance.