Passive ..

Artist: A Perfect Circle
Album: EMOTIVe
Song: Passive

Lyrics:

Dead as dead can be, my doctor tells me
But I just can’t believe him, never the optimistic one
I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say, You disappoint me,
Maybe you’re better off this way

Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become…my perfect enemy…

Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say, You disappoint me,
Maybe you’re better off this way

Maybe you’re better off this way
Maybe you’re better off this way
Maybe you’re better off this way
You’re better of this…you’re better off this…
Maybe you’re better off!

Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say, You fucking disappoint me!
Maybe you’re better off this way

Go ahead and play dead
I know that you can hear this
Go ahead and play dead
Why can't you turn and face me?
Why can't you turn and face me?
Why can't you turn and face me?
Why can't you turn and face me?
You fucking disappoint me!

Passive-aggressive bullshit...

And All That Could've Been...

Everytime I listen to 'Pinion', it almost feels like a walk down memory lane. From the time I discovered 'The Downward Spiral' to the days I listened to this album for almost 7-8 hours. Nowadays its the EP, 'Broken' thats playing all the time in me headphones. NIN has been one of the most influential bands for me; compared to how much I used to like Marilyn Manson too in the 90's. I must add that 'Fragile' was what completely did it for me. From the lilting anguish of 'I'm looking forward to joining you, finally' to the melancholic serenity in 'La Mer', this album is truly a work of art. Somehow Trent Reznor seems to have perfected the art of aging music with time like a good shot of scotch.

Now, I'm eagerly awaiting the release of 'With Teeth', (completed on the 31st of December'04) which Reznor promises to be a lyrically driven composition. Tracks like 'Last', 'Gave Up' are what I play most of the time these days; and the occasional helping of songs from Fragile, especially the one I mentioned before. I picked up the double SACD and DVD edition of the Downward Spiral a few days back and it was a choice I had to make while thinking about reversing the decision in favor of the ultimate Half Life 2 bundle with the Counter Strike source code. But, I guess I made the right choice. I'm still waiting for the Closure DVD which ostensibly has run into rough weather with the legal eagles. It's going to be pushed until March or so, and it may be released with the next album. As a die hard NIN fan, I can only say that it's still a long journey and we have to go on...

The usual suspect returns in 2006!

Superman Returns (more news here)

Directed by: Brian Singer

Superman: Brandon Routh
Lois Lane: Kate Bosworth
Lex Luthor: Kevin Spacey
Jor El : Patrick Stewart

Singer's directing this one and Xmen 3 as well. The cast is awesome! Let's wait for more news on this movie.....

Batman Begins

(poster: www.batmanbegins.com)

Thanks to all the articles posted on IMDB as well as SuperheroHype, this movie promises to deliver! Christopher Nolan's (Memento) directing it and the cast is awesome. David Fincher refused to work on the project, while Wolfgang Petersen & Clint Eastwood were also considered. The movie seems to be a complete new look (no connection to the previous four helpings of Batman, courtesy Tim Burton & Joel Schumacher) at the life of Bruce Wayne & his search to avenge the brutal murder of his parents at the hands of Joe Chill (instead of Jack Napier/The Joker) in the 1989 version. A few things that've changed:

• Ra's Al-Ghul - A ninja cult leader, as opposed to the supreme being from the Lazarus pit?
• Commissioner Gordon - A younger, more fiercely developed character portrayed by Gary Oldman

"This Thing of Ours" - Prologue

In most of my free time, I usually pick a topic and read. Read as much as I can. This process began with conversations that I've had with my late uncle who would speak on topics like the Second World War, India's defence, the wars we've fought and Indian Classical music. My second uncle was an avid reader and he would always speaks to me about the timeline. The man he admires most is Field Marshal Erwin Rommel, the desert fox of the Afrika Corps. His campaigns against two of the most powerful armored division generals (Montgomery and Patton) during the War in Africa and the battle of Benghazi are commendable. At some point my interest in reading about the battle campaigns and the Third Reich went into full research mode and it rendered amazing results. Some of the books that I've picked up in retrospect of these moments are the most cherished!

I'm writing about this since, these days I've been reading a lot about La Cosa Nostra. Before this, I was indulging in reading up about the skidrow in Los Angeles and the situations these homeless people have to deal with. You can find more here.

The music of Tool

Schism

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers

Ze Warthog From Hell!!!!!

Okay. Now, I admit I can commit serious blunders at times, but sometimes I gotta say, I can be rather crusty. For instance, I took the liberty to rent Jeepers Creepers 2 from Netflix and I had a bloodbath on me hands. To begin, my roommate gave me a 22 minute talk on how nutty one can get from watching too much 'negative stuff'. Heh. I couldnt agree more. Did lose me beans for a couple of minutes after I watched this gorefest. This guy, or this thing wakes up every 23 years around the 23rd (depending on daylight savings time of course) and feasts on humans for 23 days. Incidentally, every 23rd year a basket ball team wins their 23rd game to become world champions in Idaho and a bus with 23 teenagers heads down Route 23 at 2300 hours to get to Pier 23 for a 23 hour celebration.

What follows next is the American Pie generation running around screaming for their lives, which incidentally includes brattish muscular topless sophomore guys and skimpily dressed beach bunny type beautiful blondes. Now, I know some of them are scared for their lives, but what about the nerds? Them translate into chowder soup for this guy too, but monster not look for nerds!?! Anyways, the next time, I'll know better!

The Boyle Heights Godfather with his croonies

Deuces! Fo-evah!

Radiosity solutions, Pt. Bhimsen Joshi, Triple Espresso & Rains in SoCal!

A very lethal and introspective combination. Still at work, waiting for a 3D render to complete. I have these moments of total 'nothing to do, so i scratch me chin' moments. And that's when my mind starts to race. Too many thoughts, homesickness, the future, career and a lot of worries. I guess God designed me with one thing in mind; an emotional flush tank with a forever broken washer! Or maybe just too many emotions fell through the cracks. I just dont get it. For all time to come I never will. Everytime I think of how things are not going my way, here's the news flash in electric blue neon lights 'Man proposes, God disposes!' I have to start afresh. I need to get organized. I'm just plain sick of it all. I wanna go home! WAAAAAAA!

The Chrysler 300 C

Now, thats an extremely good looking car! I found a really resourceful site here. This guy, SuperDave is an avid chrysler fan and he's maintained a nifty site thats loaded with info on his 300c. Boy, this car makes me drooooool!! I'm at work right now; had taken a little break to look at my favorite 4 wheeler...

Watched Reservoir Dogs Last Night... Again!

Mr.White to Mr.Blonde: You shoot me in your dreams, you better wake up and apologize.

Mr. Pink: You kill anybody?
Mr. White: A few cops.
Mr. Pink: No real people?
Mr. White: Just cops.

Mr. Pink: This is bad..
Mr. Pink: Is it bad?
Mr. White: As opposed to good?

Nice Guy Eddie: The chick got tired of him beatin' her so one night she walks in the guys bedroom and super glues his dick to his belly. Ambulance came and had to cut him loose.
Mr. Pink: That ain't all that bad.
Nice Guy Eddie: Oh yeah, how would you feel if every time you had to take a piss you had to do a hand stand?


More quotes and trivia here!

Just another deflated architect wonders.

It all began rather simply. Creative inspiration can arrive with rather heavy baggage in the most unusual instances paying no heed to the time or place. For me, it all happened while replying to an email and in a frantic attempt to complete a 3D model in Revit. It's ironic how prestigious our branch seems to sound. For starters, most architects bring back an image of a suave gentleman in a 3 piece suit carrying a brief case in one hand and a roll of sheets in the other, walking into an office with a smile akin to an AT&T customer service representative. Most representatives give the image of a beautiful woman cooing into your ears about how glad she is that you have subscribed to their company service while you frolic at the other end of the phone like a newborn lamb. But the harsh realities, when they dawn upon you are like a stack of 2 by 4's bopping you in the head while you are returning from a city plan check, where the plan checker seemingly dismembered Conan the Barbarian before listening to your design solutions.

Now, architecture is the noblest of professions I was told. It's so noble that without uttering haughty words of wisdom one can have the benefit of "my own, personal halo of Jehovah" just like opening a packet of peanuts. I don't mean to pry, but hey, I'm sure every time you said to somebody that you were an architect (soon after graduation days), you would simply fill your lungs with air like a puffer fish and utter those very words while levitating three inches above the ground. This would last a good two weeks while you deflate over job search strategies. Then its time for the job calls. There you go with confidence, your portfolio clutched hard to your chest and your hands waving like maestro playing his most cherished symphony. The interview lasts a good one-hour where in all the heavy weights in the company gang up on you and concoct questions out of thin air while your brain screams, "They didn't tell me that at school!" When you walk out of the office, there are two things you can feel. Feeling number one: Absolute confidence, like you have vanquished Genghis Khan's army with a pincushion, or feeling number two: absolute horror, realizing what the pin cushion feels like when it makes sudden contact with the soft contents of your behind.

Then begins the wait. You have been able to make friendly appearances, at some 30 odd interviews and your zest is running thin.