On an early morning drive to the airport, roughly 36 kms of thinking time, I realized the following: 1. Robert Palmer is very repetitive. And annoying. Addicted to Love is getting deleted from the playlist. 2. Morons, the real ones, are very consistent. Moronic all the time. All days of the week. Never take a... Continue Reading →
When My Mom Learnt To Rock
My parents are fairly cool. I say fairly because given the fluidity of our lives during my childhood and adolescence they were usually ok with most of the things they came across when dealing with me.One of the biggest changes came when we relocated to US for a few years while I was still in... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 