If you are not a YouTube fanatic, you probably haven't come across this, but it is one of the funniest video clips I've seen yet. In terms of entertainment value, it even rivals watching Indhu bowl, which means it's gotta be pretty damn funny.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Ode to Limpy
An Ode to Limpy the Lettuce
by Indhu S. Sekar
You sit on my balcony, with the view of the city
Hoping to grow, to look so pretty
But as your caretaker, I see no good
to water you, as you'll be eaten as food.
So, instead of hoping to grow so high
to stretch your leaves out and touch the sky,
You will remain in the pot, looking pale green and impy,
But no worries, you're still my mate, Limpy!
The end.
[Begin polite applause here]
Indhu's many talents as showcased on this blog. Stay tuned for more!
by Indhu S. Sekar
You sit on my balcony, with the view of the city
Hoping to grow, to look so pretty
But as your caretaker, I see no good
to water you, as you'll be eaten as food.
So, instead of hoping to grow so high
to stretch your leaves out and touch the sky,
You will remain in the pot, looking pale green and impy,
But no worries, you're still my mate, Limpy!
The end.
[Begin polite applause here]
Indhu's many talents as showcased on this blog. Stay tuned for more!
Friday, October 20, 2006
Kangaroo Island
A few weeks ago, a small group of Heinz folks went on a full-on day-tour of Kangaroo Island, which is Australia's third largest island after Tasmania and Melville Island. Among the rich diversity of wildlife that exist on the island were colonies of sea lions and fur seals lounging on the beach, oblivious to the hordes of human papparazzi passing through. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I'll leave it to my set of photos to speak about the experience.
Link to my photos:
Link to my photos:
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
Bowl-o-rama
A couple of weeks ago some of us went bowling. We thought it would be funny to capture on camera each of our own unique style of rolling a ball across a waxed lane.
Andy, red-faced from effort.
One word: bad-ass.
Indhu, who looks like she's in mid-sprint down the lane.
'Impeccable' form: arm flappage post-release.
Did I mention that alcohol was present at this alley?
Andy, red-faced from effort.
One word: bad-ass.
Indhu, who looks like she's in mid-sprint down the lane.
'Impeccable' form: arm flappage post-release.Did I mention that alcohol was present at this alley?
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Part Deux (Finally)
You're looking at the blog of one sick, miserable puppy. I've been battling a nasty flu for the past week and I'm just barely winning (I hope that I am). I've managed to write up the second part of my spring break trip, but it doesn't quite have the same gusto as the first. Maybe the pictures will make up for it.
After teetering on the brink of disaster, Dhu and I made it back to Adelaide without additional drama, although in our haste to get rid of the car, we failed to remember to return it with a full tank of gas. You'd think after the last episode, we'd be more mindful of such things.
Within 16 hours of being back in Adelaide, we set off for another roadtrip - this time to Melbourne with our friend Brad. He picked us up in his mom's pimpin' '92 sea blue Mitsubishi Executive loaded with a bumpin' cassette stereo system and classy velour seats. The only thing missing was a license plate that says "SXY MF" accented by neon pink pimp lights -- cuz we were that stylin'.
Right. So...
Our first stop was a volcanic crater with a lake in the center.
And then a cave.
Then we got hungry, picked up some Asian-licious noodles, and being the vagabonds we were, ate them by the water.
After lunch, we officially turned onto the Great Ocean Road, but for the first couple of hours, we continued to see the same roadsidescape we had all morning, which looked something like this:
By afternoon, I started getting suspicious.
Me: "Uh, so Brad... where's the ocean on this so-called Great Ocean Road?"
Indhu: "Yeah, Brad. What's so great about this road?"
Brad: "Are you two poo-pooing this trip already?" (I don't think Brad actually used the term "poo poo" but I wanted to keep a consistent theme from the last post.)
Indhu: "I think it's a misnomer. It should really be called the So-So Ocean Road."
And as Indhu and I were exchanging verbal high fives over that last comment, we turned a corner and suddenly came upon a breathtaking view that would render any obnoxious American speechless.
I had written this post up to this point before falling ill, so the rest of this is just a summary of the highlights of the trip.
We stayed in Apollo Bay for two nights. During the day we hiked through a nearby rainforest, did a treetop walk, and admired some gorgeous waterfalls.
We made it into Melbourne by Friday afternoon. Later that evening, Brad took us to an Aussie Rules quarterfinals footy match at the MCG. Unsurprisingly, Australians are loud and crazy about their footy. It was like being in Pittsburgh during the Superbowl all over again (but without cars getting overturned and furniture dragged out into the streets and set on fire).
The next day, Saturday, we went to the National Gallery of Victoria to see Picasso: Love & War 1935-1945 and then ate lunch at Queen Victoria Market. And for our last night in Melbourne, we ventured out to St. Kilda's beach on the tram for dinner. We left early next morning and made it back to Adelaide by late afternoon, less than twelve hours before our first class of the new semester.
In conclusion: Melbourne is a kick ass city, full of life and energy.
Bonus Features--
1. A Few Memorable Quotes:
Indhu: "Aww, look at the cute baby cows!"
Brad: "Indhu, those are alpacas."
Brad: "You two look like paraplegic teletubbies on speed."
Indhu: "I would jump out of a cake."
Me: "Really?"
Indhu: "Yeah, why not?"
Me: "I don't know. The mental image I have of you doing that is a little traumatic."
Indhu: "What? Why?"
Me: "You know... you popping out of a cake wearing nothing but pasties."
Indhu: "That wasn't what I had in mind when I said I would jump out of a cake."
Brad: "What are pasties?"
(Let's just say that I hope I never have to explain what pasties are ever again.)
2. A short story about nothing:
While having dinner one night in Apollo Bay, Brad says, "So-and-so is really nice but I wish she could just stop talking so much... blah..blah... like a rooba or something."
I sat there thinking, What the hell is a rooba? Perplexed, I shot a glance at Indhu for help but she was looking at Brad like he had an extra head growing out of his left nostril. I leaned across the table and asked, "Rhubarb?"
He stared at me blankly, leaned closer toward me, and said, "Rooba, you know, like a booba?"
A boo-ba? Was he being dirty?
"Boo-ba," I repeated slowly.
"A bool?" suggested Brad.
I shook my head.
But Brad was persistent. "You know, bools... the animal. And a ba... the thing on the front of cahs."
And then it clicked.
"A bar?"
"Yes, a barrr." (Brad's American accent has a southern twang to it)
"A bull-bar? And a... 'roo-bar?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Oh. We don't have those in the States."
So what was Brad's point about the bull bar and 'roo bar? I still have no idea.
3. Link to my web album (click on photo):
After teetering on the brink of disaster, Dhu and I made it back to Adelaide without additional drama, although in our haste to get rid of the car, we failed to remember to return it with a full tank of gas. You'd think after the last episode, we'd be more mindful of such things.
Within 16 hours of being back in Adelaide, we set off for another roadtrip - this time to Melbourne with our friend Brad. He picked us up in his mom's pimpin' '92 sea blue Mitsubishi Executive loaded with a bumpin' cassette stereo system and classy velour seats. The only thing missing was a license plate that says "SXY MF" accented by neon pink pimp lights -- cuz we were that stylin'.
Right. So...
Our first stop was a volcanic crater with a lake in the center.
And then a cave.
Then we got hungry, picked up some Asian-licious noodles, and being the vagabonds we were, ate them by the water.
After lunch, we officially turned onto the Great Ocean Road, but for the first couple of hours, we continued to see the same roadsidescape we had all morning, which looked something like this:
By afternoon, I started getting suspicious.
Me: "Uh, so Brad... where's the ocean on this so-called Great Ocean Road?"
Indhu: "Yeah, Brad. What's so great about this road?"
Brad: "Are you two poo-pooing this trip already?" (I don't think Brad actually used the term "poo poo" but I wanted to keep a consistent theme from the last post.)
Indhu: "I think it's a misnomer. It should really be called the So-So Ocean Road."
And as Indhu and I were exchanging verbal high fives over that last comment, we turned a corner and suddenly came upon a breathtaking view that would render any obnoxious American speechless.
I had written this post up to this point before falling ill, so the rest of this is just a summary of the highlights of the trip.
We stayed in Apollo Bay for two nights. During the day we hiked through a nearby rainforest, did a treetop walk, and admired some gorgeous waterfalls.
We made it into Melbourne by Friday afternoon. Later that evening, Brad took us to an Aussie Rules quarterfinals footy match at the MCG. Unsurprisingly, Australians are loud and crazy about their footy. It was like being in Pittsburgh during the Superbowl all over again (but without cars getting overturned and furniture dragged out into the streets and set on fire).The next day, Saturday, we went to the National Gallery of Victoria to see Picasso: Love & War 1935-1945 and then ate lunch at Queen Victoria Market. And for our last night in Melbourne, we ventured out to St. Kilda's beach on the tram for dinner. We left early next morning and made it back to Adelaide by late afternoon, less than twelve hours before our first class of the new semester.
In conclusion: Melbourne is a kick ass city, full of life and energy.
Bonus Features--
1. A Few Memorable Quotes:
Indhu: "Aww, look at the cute baby cows!"
Brad: "Indhu, those are alpacas."
Brad: "You two look like paraplegic teletubbies on speed."
Indhu: "I would jump out of a cake."
Me: "Really?"
Indhu: "Yeah, why not?"
Me: "I don't know. The mental image I have of you doing that is a little traumatic."
Indhu: "What? Why?"
Me: "You know... you popping out of a cake wearing nothing but pasties."
Indhu: "That wasn't what I had in mind when I said I would jump out of a cake."
Brad: "What are pasties?"
(Let's just say that I hope I never have to explain what pasties are ever again.)
2. A short story about nothing:
While having dinner one night in Apollo Bay, Brad says, "So-and-so is really nice but I wish she could just stop talking so much... blah..blah... like a rooba or something."
I sat there thinking, What the hell is a rooba? Perplexed, I shot a glance at Indhu for help but she was looking at Brad like he had an extra head growing out of his left nostril. I leaned across the table and asked, "Rhubarb?"
He stared at me blankly, leaned closer toward me, and said, "Rooba, you know, like a booba?"
A boo-ba? Was he being dirty?
"Boo-ba," I repeated slowly.
"A bool?" suggested Brad.
I shook my head.
But Brad was persistent. "You know, bools... the animal. And a ba... the thing on the front of cahs."
And then it clicked.
"A bar?"
"Yes, a barrr." (Brad's American accent has a southern twang to it)
"A bull-bar? And a... 'roo-bar?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Oh. We don't have those in the States."
So what was Brad's point about the bull bar and 'roo bar? I still have no idea.
3. Link to my web album (click on photo):
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