Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

Sunday, September 27, 2015

uprooted and sorted

No drumrolls, but this week has been more sorted. Too bad it ended up sorting me.

Sortedness
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Studies: I got my nose back into the books. For my 'crowd' its hard to start, so the messy, wet, sloppy experience of (yet another) start will soon be cruise sailing.

Orderliness: for all the data that I now own, it was begging for consolidation. I have found meself wasting so much time over 'that photo' that I sat and made a lotta buckets through the day. Sadly, it is kinda addicting to do that with one's own pics, and I might lapse into this addictive habit regularly until all that content is available for immediate consumption.
Physically running through folders is still quicker than on any software I've used. Tagging is amazing, but the first cleavage should be a file-to-copy-file effort. Now lemme look for that copy of Windows Commander. (Update: it is now called Total Commander, and still available for upto Win 7!)

Externality: Over the week, two tiny lives have given me the only reasons to step out. I've fed them on three consecutive days, including today. The local nexus of the cobbler, the tobacconist, the chaiwallah, and the cassette wallah, look over them with great care, and even in the middle of a bustling market with a lotta traffic most of the day, the pups are healthy, happy and feel secure. They are very playful, more so after a hearty lunch like today's.
I had to drag them out from under the parked cars by their tail, those sleepy heads. They were lazy to boot, but once they came out of their dream and realized they were in another one with a lotta food and a human, they were in high energies and played for a long while (or maybe the rice helped increase their sugar levels, which is what promoted activity).

Sub-new: Blackrat's new OnePlus 2, on which we had a sub-sub-new: 4k video shooting.
Our memories now exist in 4k. To consider how far we've come in a mere 15 years, in terms of resolution, from 172x something, which is approx 0.1k, to 4k; and our minute-long videos that barely exceeded 40MB on older digicams (cameras dedicated to recording stuff), to this 4k res on a phone, which generates a ~400MB file for the same.

Work: in doing new stuff, the old stuff didn't find time. Makes for too many post-its on my walls.

Unsortedness
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Work: Got fired, now feeling fried. Luck strikes early, or finally ends.
New lows for somebody who didn't imagine all such this strife.

Advice for losers
Another low?
Whattey blow!
Break the flow,
Take it slow.

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Look who came knocking

SHTF today. It could've been a Quentin Tarantino movie I was going through.

Here is as it goes in Pulp Fiction:
Jules[throws the small table in the room] What country are you from!?
Brett: Wha-what?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in "What"!?
Brett: What?
JulesEnglish, motherfucker! Do you speak it!?
Brett: Yes!!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes..!
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!!
Brett: Wha-what I—?
Jules[points gun directly in Brett's face] Say "what" again! SAY "what" again! I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker! Say "what" one more goddamn time!
Brett: He-he's black...
Jules: Go on!
Brett: ...He's bald!
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What? [Jules shoots Brett in the shoulder] AGHH!! Anh..!!
JulesDOES—HE—LOOK... LIKE—A BITCH!!?BrettNOHH!!Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't!
Jules: Yes, you did! YES, you DID, Brett! You tried to fuck him.
Brett: No..no....
Jules And Marsellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace. You read the Bible, Brett?
Brett[gasping for breath] Yes...!

It didn't go to those extremes for me. But, yes, I did have to sit on a chair in front of a bewildered boss and promise to cough up work soon. I would've started with work, if a flood of memes didn't come in my head as I biked out to office (after a long hiatus), which I continue to be blogging about right now.

It will be fitting to be ambling about in the Samuel L. Jackson tee for rest of the time till my work is finished. And to well verse Ezekiel 25:17. My part is easy, though, since I get no dialogs playing Brett, and will be the one sitting on the chair taking SMG fire, come work remains undone.




Also, I ran into a magnetically abject audio track by Meursault - "One Day This'll All Be Fields". My day had started on a crooning of
"And we will descend from the sky.""And we will bury you alive."
I thought it met an unanticipated closure today. Literally!


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Later on I got fed Rotis and Bhindi at the office, a fact which will make my boss come as a compassionate being, hence I will pray doesn't get out.
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I was thankful that things stayed in the QT zone. Tarantino still makes cool shit. They didn't descend into Bollywood-ean chaos, which I have always felt being on the cusp of these days. That could've happened had K, A, N, A, S, S would've converged upon me on the same day at the same time. What fireworks!
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Also makes me wonder of my source of next enervation. They haven't been what I thought they'd be. My lessons into chaos. Also, the world demands me to learn about a lot of insecurities, and I fail to.
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Also forgot paying some bills today.
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