The Past Year

Its been a year, almost, since my last post.
A lot of things have happened in between, and a lot of things haven't.

An attempt at a list, in no particular disorder.

Cats. One grey. Two black. Three crazy.
Dogs. Regained. Howling euphoria.
Job. One. Interesting. Pays ok.
Relationships. One. Twisted. Very.
People. New. Few. Interesting.
Friends. Left the town. Two. Missed.
Friends. Become closer. Most of them. Glad.
Friends. Drifted apart. A few. Ambiguous.
Friend. Cured. Thankful. Very.
Monsoon. One. Awesome. As always.
Lonavla. In the Rain. Almost Eden.
Treks. Marching across mountains.
Cycling. Crotchitis and Zoominglory.
Cycles. Taking apart, putting together. Sprocketacular.
Keys to the Kingdom. Lord Sunday awaited.
Watchmen. Unwatched, but read.
Driving. Necessary, fun, convenient. Not green. At all.
Marriages. Many. Quite a lot in fact. Not mine, thankfully.
BCL. Closed down. Sadness.
New experiences. Quite a lot. Good.
Travels. Few. But good.
Himalayas. None. Sad.
Terry Pratchett.
Triband.
Cellphone. Nokia. Prefer the SonyEricsson for usability.
Player. Creative. Zen.
Mediamonkey. DigiKam.
Linux. Frustrating, nice, interesting, headwallbanging.
Laptop batteries. Busted.
DVD Writer. Busted. Later replaced.
Procrastination. Always.
Tripod. Finally.
Panos. Too many.
Hugin. 1.0 Neat.
TED Talks. Whoasome.
Confessions. One. Big. Let's see.
Revelations. One. Big. Taking toll.
Books read. Several. Nice.
Wine. Some. Neat.
Eclipses. Solar. Lunar. Soular.
Confusion. Quite a bit. Lots of departments.
Cooking. Experiments reduce. But nice enough.
Kalaghoda, Asiatic, David Sasoon.
Bones, Grey's Anatomy, Merlin.
Death Note.
Samrat, Barbecue Nation, Relish.
Sealink. Driving on the Sealink.
Driving on the Expressway.
Food Bazaar, Sahakari Bhandar.
Brakes. Pedals. Derailleurs.
Panoramas. Bracketing. HDR.
Avatar, Sherlock Holmes, Dark Knight.
Demonoid.

So much for now. I can't think any further.
Cheers.

A year is past

Hark, tis I.
A year is past,
since I wrote some writing last.

Come again
I am to this,
for some more pontificatory bliss.

Let me see
this time how long
continue I my dance and song.

And so perhaps
more talk of things
and a luncheon with the pig with wings...