Tuesday, July 04, 2006

why are man-clothes so much thanda-er than woman clothes? i have a vague sense of injustice as i clomp through the house, my feet stuck in enormous man-slides a bajillion sizes too big and a pair of long shorts ali grew out of hanging off my bum in glorious ventilated happiness before i realise that except for my faded kaali lums wali t-shirt, i'm wearing man-clothes so why should i feel injusticed?

i can't believe i've written five thousand words on plato and whether he's a feminist or not. at this point i want to just say "look, i think he wasn't and that should enough, because one day i will be really famous and then even if i said the sky was an elephant's bottom everyone would believe me". speaking of elephant bottoms being believable, i had a lovely little argument with shahid hussain in the last plato and aristotle class about reality and logic and i told him his definition of reality was redundant and end main he said 'as long as you think it's real you shouldn't give a pig's snout about other people's opinion' (well he didn't say pig snout) so i was right in the end. hoooraayy for meeeee!

sana the purple llama just won't go left into the sidebar, no matter how beautifully aligned it looks in the template preview! yeh kya dhoka hai? huumaaayyy fix iiiiitttttt *makes big weepy eyes*

frou frou wali imogen heap zaroor opium peeti hogi, her voice has a delicious narcotic quality to it that tennyson would have gone ga-ga over for a reading of 'the lotos-eaters'. speaking of poetry readings mehran is so nice, i gave him one of the Special CDs to burn Lovely Things on and now i have lolita read by jeremy irons ("she was lolita in the morning".... aaagghh i burn, i pine, i perish) and neruda by andy garcia, whose accent translates marvellously into neruda's work...the julia roberts readings i'm still a little iffy about; her R's jangle too much.

"necessity..not geometrical, but another kind of necessity that lovers know". plato, and this wasn't about the state, but about the reason why guardian-trained men and women would get together. did i mention how puppet reduced plato to an uncle? i was in the passenger seat and he was in the back kyunke ali was driving, and i put the pile of my books in the back. puppet is an inquisitve man, and i hear his voice murmur 'uncle bashir'. i turn around, wondering where that came from, when i see him holding my beautiful hardback copy of the 'republic'. the jacket has a photograph of a frieze on it that my driver proceeds to point at, grin and say 'yeh kitaab uncle bashir ne likhi hai'. i blinked at him, trying to translate "NO! it's by plato, only the most important man in all of the western intellecual world, the man who wrote the books to which all other knowledge is but a footnote according to some pratty people". ended up shaking my head and saying "jeeeeee nahien!"

not geometrical, i can't get over the cuteness of it

Mina at 12:56 AM