parotechnics

They said there was a storm coming. It looked that way. But the rain here isn't like a good tropical torrent. The wind gets very crazy and when you sit inside and it howls around the house, and the trees swing wildly, so you think they're going to fall on top of your roof. But I keep hearing stuff about the rain on the radio and not really seeing the rain. The rain always seems visible ipso facto here - like one of those little notes that's headed 'While you were Gone'

You could say that!

Living in a city is like taking an international flight, in which you have your own personal TV monitor - other people's windows. My interest isn't prurient. Something about the way a window frames a person creates automatic poraiture. In Bombay people maximise space and put things on their windows and it seems like an intimacy one can have, a tenderness one asks from the world, to reveal a bit of the self like that. My first film began with a sequence of chawl windows in central Bombay. While shooting a woman combing her hair, Manoj Nair, the cameraman, said "man, this is like Rear Window, except here the woman's husband will see us shoot and come and clobber me one." While he was saying this, the woman took the loose hair out of her comb, threw it onto the street and retreated into the unknowable dark of her one room house. If we wanted to know more, we would have had to wait till evening, when Bombay windows, tube-lit, reveal the second halves of days to the wo...

Oh, so drunk that am publicly declarin g it though shocked that i am typing it. I fear tomorrow's headached and who knows whae t else. dood night sqweet prince.

Oh? You mean you'd have been able to choose? Really? And do y ou also love one of your children more than the other? Well, poor you, I guess.

Some people (don't know how and don't know why, but there's no absence of malice in the world) have been accusing me of going all nature. Possibly these are the same persons who instigated the writing of this horoscope for me today: Wednesday, April 11 CAPRICORN (Dec 22 - Jan 20) Scientists fear a new 'flu' pandemic may soon be upon us. Many believe a strain of it has already arrived. This disease is called Affluenza. The virus is spreading round the world: its symptoms include spending beyond our means, over-indulgence and coveting material possessions over people. If you wish to ensure immunity against this ailment, Venus suggests you carry an antidote. Read this twice a day: Don't have everything you want; want everything you have. To which, I say, like all my ancestors before me - Pshaw! And take that! I'd like to clarify that I am still me. Just because I appreciated some waves and birds and stuff don't mean that in my life there is any absence of :...