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Small monitor runs completely off of USB, giving you an extra mini display whenever and wherever you need itA single USB connection from your computer gets you an instant high-resolution secondary display. This handy display is perfect for your IM client, widgets, PC gaming tools, your email, a spreadsheet, your PhotoShop tools, or even video. $99.99The British invented beauracracy, the Indians perfected it. I'm sitting on a bench in a whitewashed room while a middle aged man in a bobble hat writes my passport details into a ledger. The fact that it is leather-bound in a country where the cow is a sacred animal suggests that the ledger has been here since the British left.
We've had a cup of tea, grown locally, and been processed like gently stewing tea leaves; and now we have another 90 minutes of crazy roads to go before we reach the hotel. Dinner, drink, sleep. I can't begin to explain quite how tired I am. My eyeballs are dessicated and frosted with dust.
The crew are holding it together I think; we bonded over tea and watched the geckos on the wall of the foreigner processing centre. They hid behind the single strip light and raced to the same moth. At least that is what I think I saw. After all, I've hallucinated lizards before when I have been tired.
Up and up. Up and up. The Road heads towards the sky. This one ends at the Border with China, probably about 50k from here. We're in the restricted zone now. The local man is asking me to speak cockney, so as we rise up into the darkness I am 'oldin forth abaat Pearly Kings an' Queens
Strange days - strange old days
We've had a cup of tea, grown locally, and been processed like gently stewing tea leaves; and now we have another 90 minutes of crazy roads to go before we reach the hotel. Dinner, drink, sleep. I can't begin to explain quite how tired I am. My eyeballs are dessicated and frosted with dust.
The crew are holding it together I think; we bonded over tea and watched the geckos on the wall of the foreigner processing centre. They hid behind the single strip light and raced to the same moth. At least that is what I think I saw. After all, I've hallucinated lizards before when I have been tired.
Up and up. Up and up. The Road heads towards the sky. This one ends at the Border with China, probably about 50k from here. We're in the restricted zone now. The local man is asking me to speak cockney, so as we rise up into the darkness I am 'oldin forth abaat Pearly Kings an' Queens
Strange days - strange old days
First they came for the Milky Ways, and I did pig out — because I loved Milky Ways;
Then they came for the Butterfingers, and I did pig out — because I loved Butterfingers;
Then they came for the Nestle's Crunch bars, and I did pig out — because hey, it was chocolate;
Then they came for the Babe Ruths, and I did pig out — after searching the remains of the candy dish for a stray Butterfingers or Milky Way;
Then all was left was the Sweethearts — and nobody eats that shit.
Then they came for the Butterfingers, and I did pig out — because I loved Butterfingers;
Then they came for the Nestle's Crunch bars, and I did pig out — because hey, it was chocolate;
Then they came for the Babe Ruths, and I did pig out — after searching the remains of the candy dish for a stray Butterfingers or Milky Way;
Then all was left was the Sweethearts — and nobody eats that shit.
London food critic Ben Rayner’s The Man Who Ate the World: In Search of the Perfect Dinner
Fans of the exquisitely turned, often caustic descriptive phrase will find much to savor here. For the first half of the book, Rayner delivers everything I want in travel writing: he assures me that places I won’t be going to are also places I would never want to go to. This does not apply to New York or London, which I’ve been to and like. Otherwise unable to successfully portray Paris as a hellish wasteland, he manfully attempts to render it unendurable with a high-end imitation of Morgan Spurlock in Super Size Me.
For a surprising number of the over-the-top restaurant experiences, he similarly describes the meals as ones I do not want to eat, which is definitely an added bonus. Only a couple of the spots he describes induced out-of-reach fantasies of jetting about the world dropping four figures for a meal.
If you want this to be a gaming resource, you could do worse than to use the astounding details of Moscow, Dubai and to a lesser extent Tokyo and Vegas as background detail for a high-rolling espionage campaign. That Russian restaurant with the sturgeon swimming underneath its glass floors surely has to become the setting for a Feng Shui shoot-out.
This book is not to be confused with the equally wonderful The Man Who Ate Everything
Dante's Inferno - The WHOLE Thing
Six-hour meetings always leave me drained, especially if they're productive ones. So I did the "three questions" meme with three friends. (It's the one where you leave a comment asking them to ask you three questions, and then you post the answers and promise to do the same in your journal. I'd always like to play, but if I posted something where I gave three questions to everyone who wanted 'em, I'd be here all day.)
Anyway, their questions:
xhollydayx:
1. What is your next hair color, or are you going to eventually go back to au natural Ferrett?
I'm pretty much choosing my hair colors at random for now, because I am eventually going to go back to au natural Ferrett - which, at the rate my hair is receding, will be a smooth, fleshy pink. I figured I might as well start going wild with the colors before my hair disappeared on me for good. My daughters want bright red, but I'm pretty sure it'd make me look like an evil clown.
2. What do you miss most about having a pet/ferrets?
I'm all kinds of stupid exciteable and goony. Dogs and ferrets can be that way, too, so I'll just go romping with them and making silly noises and wrestling with them until we're both exhausted. Playing with them unfetters my silly side.
Alas, until they invent the poopless dog, I'm about done with having allergies all the time and cleaning up poop. I'm pretty sure I could invent a sort of poopless dog by sewing portions of them shut, but that seems like it would get very expensive after a while, and they really wouldn't be that fun to play with after the first couple of days. Also, I'd get all these nasty looks from the women at the pound. So that's totally not worth it.
3. Have you always been attracted to fuller figured women? Would you be interested in a very slender woman?
You know, I have. My first real attraction on record, a girl called Dana, was a little thick.
I'm always a little weirded by saying that I'm attracted to fuller figured women because, well, that sounds like I have some sort of fetish or something. I have a type (actually, Katie Featherston from Paranormal Activity is pretty much my ideal woman, and I'm going to hate it when she loses twenty pounds for Hollywood), but in real life I usually like women for their personalities. So I could be attracted to a skinny girl, if she was cool and funny and all that stuff.
(In fact, a friend had lost so much weight that she'd wondered if I'd still be attracted to her. The answer: Yeah, because as long as she's strong enough to talk and type on a keyboard, thus transmitting her brainmeat-candy from her to me, there's gonna be an attraction.)
But I dunno. In general, I tend to get along with thick women better, and I'm not sure why. Is it because they tend to be more comfortable in their bodies? More raucous? (I'm not fond of shy women who don't speak up.) Some other hidden signal I'm responding to? I don't want to generalize overmuch, since slotting people into one aspect obscures all the exceptions to the rules - but my attraction to thick women could also be explained by me being attracted to some aspect of a personality that also tends to lead to chubbiness, and I suspect it's more about personality for me.
Or I could be full of shit. I'm not sure anyone can really rationally explain their own attractions; we only justify.
And fromhps_sterling:
1. There can be only one! What is your favorite game?
Ah, such a question! How are we defining "game"? Videogame? Traditional game? Politics and seduction?
If we're going with overall game, I'd have to say at this point based on pure numbers alone, it's Rock Band. Lord knows I've spent more hours on that than anything else. But I consider videogame to be a different category of game, so if I had to choose something a little more Amish, it'd be Apples to Apples, with a good group of friends and our customized, hygrated deck of only the most interesting cards.
(Magic is a close second, and might be #1 if more people played it, but getting folks in for an all-out chaos game of six people is such a hassle that it affects my enjoyment.)
2. Do you like coffee?
I like one coffee: Dunkin' Donuts iced coffee, double milk, double liquid sugar. This is the only way I will drink coffee, and even then somehow the local Ohio branches screw this up two times out of five. It's like drink roulette. Very depressing.
3. What are your thoughts on trying new things that are outside of your comfort zone?
One of my infamous rules is that if I've never tried it before, I have to. This is not a bold claim, but rather an ingrained aspect of my personality that gets me into trouble. I have to try everything once. Newness is my fetish.
So if there's a boundary, I usually try to push it. My comfort zone is actually a little outside of my comfort zone, weirdly, because if I stay in my safe place then I start to feel like I'm in a rut and get panicky. So I try something new, and a little discomforting, and I feel better. It's odd. It's also led me to good places overall, because I tend to take large risks - which don't always pay off, but when they do I get something like the lovely experience of going to the Clarion workshop (six weeks off from work? Really?) or my lovely wife Gini. I'll take those.
If you got questions, ask.
Anyway, their questions:
xhollydayx:1. What is your next hair color, or are you going to eventually go back to au natural Ferrett?
I'm pretty much choosing my hair colors at random for now, because I am eventually going to go back to au natural Ferrett - which, at the rate my hair is receding, will be a smooth, fleshy pink. I figured I might as well start going wild with the colors before my hair disappeared on me for good. My daughters want bright red, but I'm pretty sure it'd make me look like an evil clown.
2. What do you miss most about having a pet/ferrets?
I'm all kinds of stupid exciteable and goony. Dogs and ferrets can be that way, too, so I'll just go romping with them and making silly noises and wrestling with them until we're both exhausted. Playing with them unfetters my silly side.
Alas, until they invent the poopless dog, I'm about done with having allergies all the time and cleaning up poop. I'm pretty sure I could invent a sort of poopless dog by sewing portions of them shut, but that seems like it would get very expensive after a while, and they really wouldn't be that fun to play with after the first couple of days. Also, I'd get all these nasty looks from the women at the pound. So that's totally not worth it.
3. Have you always been attracted to fuller figured women? Would you be interested in a very slender woman?
You know, I have. My first real attraction on record, a girl called Dana, was a little thick.
I'm always a little weirded by saying that I'm attracted to fuller figured women because, well, that sounds like I have some sort of fetish or something. I have a type (actually, Katie Featherston from Paranormal Activity is pretty much my ideal woman, and I'm going to hate it when she loses twenty pounds for Hollywood), but in real life I usually like women for their personalities. So I could be attracted to a skinny girl, if she was cool and funny and all that stuff.
(In fact, a friend had lost so much weight that she'd wondered if I'd still be attracted to her. The answer: Yeah, because as long as she's strong enough to talk and type on a keyboard, thus transmitting her brainmeat-candy from her to me, there's gonna be an attraction.)
But I dunno. In general, I tend to get along with thick women better, and I'm not sure why. Is it because they tend to be more comfortable in their bodies? More raucous? (I'm not fond of shy women who don't speak up.) Some other hidden signal I'm responding to? I don't want to generalize overmuch, since slotting people into one aspect obscures all the exceptions to the rules - but my attraction to thick women could also be explained by me being attracted to some aspect of a personality that also tends to lead to chubbiness, and I suspect it's more about personality for me.
Or I could be full of shit. I'm not sure anyone can really rationally explain their own attractions; we only justify.
And from
hps_sterling: 1. There can be only one! What is your favorite game?
Ah, such a question! How are we defining "game"? Videogame? Traditional game? Politics and seduction?
If we're going with overall game, I'd have to say at this point based on pure numbers alone, it's Rock Band. Lord knows I've spent more hours on that than anything else. But I consider videogame to be a different category of game, so if I had to choose something a little more Amish, it'd be Apples to Apples, with a good group of friends and our customized, hygrated deck of only the most interesting cards.
(Magic is a close second, and might be #1 if more people played it, but getting folks in for an all-out chaos game of six people is such a hassle that it affects my enjoyment.)
2. Do you like coffee?
I like one coffee: Dunkin' Donuts iced coffee, double milk, double liquid sugar. This is the only way I will drink coffee, and even then somehow the local Ohio branches screw this up two times out of five. It's like drink roulette. Very depressing.
3. What are your thoughts on trying new things that are outside of your comfort zone?
One of my infamous rules is that if I've never tried it before, I have to. This is not a bold claim, but rather an ingrained aspect of my personality that gets me into trouble. I have to try everything once. Newness is my fetish.
So if there's a boundary, I usually try to push it. My comfort zone is actually a little outside of my comfort zone, weirdly, because if I stay in my safe place then I start to feel like I'm in a rut and get panicky. So I try something new, and a little discomforting, and I feel better. It's odd. It's also led me to good places overall, because I tend to take large risks - which don't always pay off, but when they do I get something like the lovely experience of going to the Clarion workshop (six weeks off from work? Really?) or my lovely wife Gini. I'll take those.
If you got questions, ask.
There is a sudden change in scenery as we cross the railway. People crouch alongside the tracks waiting for the train, but we pile on over and in an instant are on a winding mountain road, stuck behind a tanker, in the foothills of the Himalayas!
The light is fading fast as we rise out of the smog and into the clouds, darting past the tanker on a blind corner with only seconds to spare.
The fixer, who was in the car behind us has fallen behind, but I have stopped looking for him.
I am looking at The Road. It just keeps going up. The trees grow up a cliff and the Road picks its way between them. The world is vertical here.
We pass through a small village guarded by a dragon statue. It is Oriental rather than Indian and it stares out, over a cliff, at the land that was recognisably India, on the other side of the railway tracks
The light is fading fast as we rise out of the smog and into the clouds, darting past the tanker on a blind corner with only seconds to spare.
The fixer, who was in the car behind us has fallen behind, but I have stopped looking for him.
I am looking at The Road. It just keeps going up. The trees grow up a cliff and the Road picks its way between them. The world is vertical here.
We pass through a small village guarded by a dragon statue. It is Oriental rather than Indian and it stares out, over a cliff, at the land that was recognisably India, on the other side of the railway tracks
The Road leads out of the desert. I have driven on it before; on other continents, in other lands but it is, nevertheless, the same Road.
The Road God is strong here, despite the presence of Hindu and Buddhism everyone on The Road prays to The Road God each time they sound their horn and accelerate into a too too solid gap.
We've been on The Road an hour and made less than 12 miles out of the 200 or so we need to cover. The light is fading and the shanty-stalls by the road side are starting to light their paraffin lamps.
We're just coming up to the 24 hour mark and all I want now is a shower and somewhere to clean my teeth.
We've still got a military checkpoint to clear and then a winding road out of Bengal and up into the mountains.
The Road is bad; not Africa bad, not yet, but the potholes are enough to stop me dropping off. The military presence is increasing with every minute. It looks like an army camp, but with random cows and women in saris riding side-saddle on motorbikes.
The road is starting to clear as we head into the trees. Our local man is smoking in the front - he's given up trying to make conversation - we're both too tired to be usefully lucid, and I'm starting to head towards that proper sleep deprived Half-World where I can see the tigers in the woods that are not there keep pace with the landrover as we overtake another army truck.
Signal dropping in and out now, so not sure when I will get to post this. Like in Africa I will have to save the update and post them when I can.
The Road God is strong here, despite the presence of Hindu and Buddhism everyone on The Road prays to The Road God each time they sound their horn and accelerate into a too too solid gap.
We've been on The Road an hour and made less than 12 miles out of the 200 or so we need to cover. The light is fading and the shanty-stalls by the road side are starting to light their paraffin lamps.
We're just coming up to the 24 hour mark and all I want now is a shower and somewhere to clean my teeth.
We've still got a military checkpoint to clear and then a winding road out of Bengal and up into the mountains.
The Road is bad; not Africa bad, not yet, but the potholes are enough to stop me dropping off. The military presence is increasing with every minute. It looks like an army camp, but with random cows and women in saris riding side-saddle on motorbikes.
The road is starting to clear as we head into the trees. Our local man is smoking in the front - he's given up trying to make conversation - we're both too tired to be usefully lucid, and I'm starting to head towards that proper sleep deprived Half-World where I can see the tigers in the woods that are not there keep pace with the landrover as we overtake another army truck.
Signal dropping in and out now, so not sure when I will get to post this. Like in Africa I will have to save the update and post them when I can.
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