<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788</id><updated>2012-01-06T07:09:59.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>diphThong</title><subtitle type='html'>south asian guttural  OK  please</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-116547248164327556</id><published>2006-12-07T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:22:28.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Au RevoirIt's good-bye Chicago! Tomorrow is my last exam (Operations -- God, I hope I pass) and only a few hours later I'm catching my flight out to India. The car's been shipped, as have most of my meager possessions.  What's left will fill two suitcases, or be discarded.Does it feel strange to be leaving? Not really. Personally, I can't wait to get out of here, and get on with life. Job, money,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/116547248164327556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=116547248164327556' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116547248164327556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116547248164327556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/12/au-revoir-its-good-bye-chicago.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-116486800083710361</id><published>2006-11-30T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:45:42.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New York state of mindThe 10 day vacation in Philly is  over. Finals are approaching. This week is the last of my classes at Chicago.  Yeah, it's exciting! I leave for India next Thursday, spend a month in India,  before heading off to Singapore. Might do a trip out to Angkor Wat. Samir's been  telling me to learn some Bahasa, for my trips into Malaysia and Indonesia (yes,  the trips are, as they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/116486800083710361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=116486800083710361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116486800083710361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116486800083710361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-york-state-of-mind-10-day-vacation_30.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-116235741411539627</id><published>2006-10-31T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:06:03.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yo ho ho and a bottle of rum</title><summary type='text'>Wharton's halloween party rocked. I went as a pirate, complete with clip-on ear-ring. Yeah, yeah, I know: scary.  Deepti went as a naughty schoolgirl, due in part to a malfunctioning sailor-girl outfit. Transit was jam-packed by the time we got there, which was around midnight. Since I wouldn't have recognized anybody anyway, I didn't try. Random he-devils (too many people dressed in drag for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/116235741411539627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=116235741411539627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116235741411539627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116235741411539627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/10/yo-ho-ho-and-bottle-of-rum.html' title='yo ho ho and a bottle of rum'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-116175429015806138</id><published>2006-10-25T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:38:35.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 degrees centigrade... in Singapore</title><summary type='text'>It's mid-term week at Chicago GSB, but I found myself selecting classes for Winter '07 at Nanyang Business School, Singapore.  So here's what I'm going to take:Business Process ManagementMultinational Financial ManagementSpecial Topics in Finance I: Issues in Corporate  GovernanceServices MarketingBusiness Environment in ChinaActually, I don't have much choice.  I have to  take 5 classes (IBEP </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/116175429015806138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=116175429015806138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116175429015806138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116175429015806138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/10/30-degrees-centigrade-in-singapore.html' title='30 degrees centigrade... in Singapore'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-116071684804850942</id><published>2006-10-13T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:35:42.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Uno</title><summary type='text'>In 2004, Business Week made a huge error.  They ranked us at #2.  It took them two years to correct that mistake.  http://www.businessweek.com/bschools/06/full_time.htmhttp://www.businessweek.com/pdfs/2006/0643_bschools.pdfhttp://www.businessweek.com/bschools/06/index.html?chan=top+news_top+news+index_top+story</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/116071684804850942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=116071684804850942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116071684804850942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116071684804850942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/10/numero-uno.html' title='Numero Uno'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-116037803848210717</id><published>2006-10-09T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:57:14.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt; eom &gt;It's not been a secret, but I'm fairly close to being done with the embeea. I've accepted the Salesforce.com offer, and am completely and totally psyched about it.  (Recruiting, no mas!)  In a few weeks I'm off to Singapore, for my last quarter.  Surrounded by all the exchange students at the I-house as I am, and hearing about their experiences, I can't wait to go abroad.  It's going to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/116037803848210717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=116037803848210717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116037803848210717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/116037803848210717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-seen-pictures.html' title='&lt;eom&gt;'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-115881048631927111</id><published>2006-09-20T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:19:00.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>second year, second wind</title><summary type='text'>It's good to be back.  Good to be meeting up with so many familiar faces and friends.  Classes start tomorrow,  but corporate presentations have already started for the second-years.  The first-years have their industry immersion stuff going on, and LEAD I guess is keeping them extra-busy with their brand-new class-participation requirement.Living at the I-house is cool, exactly the way I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/115881048631927111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=115881048631927111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/115881048631927111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/115881048631927111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-year-second-wind.html' title='second year, second wind'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-115622583786157637</id><published>2006-08-22T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:50:37.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>il nome della rosa</title><summary type='text'>The MBA-internship  season is coming to a close.  Most folks I know are finishing up this week  or the next.  On the other hand, I have a month to go before I fly back to  Chicago, but that's because I started late.   The internship at  Salesforce has been an awesome experience.  I really like the company, have  enjoyed working with the people there, have really liked the work I've been  doing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/115622583786157637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=115622583786157637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/115622583786157637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/115622583786157637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/08/il-nome-della-rosa.html' title='il nome della rosa'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-115276056184273287</id><published>2006-07-12T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:06:08.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>those lazy hazy crazy days</title><summary type='text'>On summer break from biz-school, my days have been neither lazy nor hazy, but crazy yes.  Moved out of Chicago, went to Mexico for 5 days, then to India for 3 weeks, and have just barely started my summer internship with Salesforce.com here in San Francisco, all within a month.  A friend from Wharton is already finishing up his internship (with the same company) at the end of the week.  And to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/115276056184273287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=115276056184273287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/115276056184273287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/115276056184273287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-lazy-hazy-crazy-days.html' title='those lazy hazy crazy days'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-114597176424650708</id><published>2006-04-25T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:29:24.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WhereaboutsIt has been brought to my attention that I never said nothing about my internship.  Oops.  Pretty clear where the priorities lie, right?  I am, of course, overjoyed to be going back to SF for the summer -- doing strategy for a high-tech company.  But, but.  We first go to Mexico (my 7th time there and 2nd time to the Yucatan and Deepti's 1st time south of the border) before we go to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/114597176424650708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=114597176424650708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114597176424650708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114597176424650708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/04/whereabouts-it-has-been-brought-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-114505096341626894</id><published>2006-04-14T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:53:17.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><summary type='text'>Wharton's Welcome  Weekend rocked.  They know how to throw a good party.  Really nice  bunch of people.  The highlights were (in no particular order) a sit-down  dinner at the Academy of Natural Sciences, "Wharton Live" -- a two-hour show, of  some of the most popular numbers from previous Wharton Follies, the pub-crawl,  and of course, the WHALASA (the LatinAm group at Wharton) party at  Transit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/114505096341626894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=114505096341626894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114505096341626894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114505096341626894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/04/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-114339788345565175</id><published>2006-03-26T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:31:24.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait-listed at...  UCLA?!</title><summary type='text'>Deepti got  wait-listed at her safety-school.  So much for  strategy.    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/114339788345565175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=114339788345565175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114339788345565175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114339788345565175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/03/wait-listed-at-ucla.html' title='Wait-listed at...  UCLA?!'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-114298109386285001</id><published>2006-03-21T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:44:53.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago GSB... and it's a hat trick</title><summary type='text'>Deepti got the call  from Chicago GSB today!  Yay!    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/114298109386285001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=114298109386285001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114298109386285001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114298109386285001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/03/chicago-gsb-and-its-hat-trick.html' title='Chicago GSB... and it&apos;s a hat trick'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-114262756122664180</id><published>2006-03-17T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:32:41.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Berkeley Too</title><summary type='text'>They're rolling-in  now...  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/114262756122664180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=114262756122664180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114262756122664180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114262756122664180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-berkeley-too.html' title='And Berkeley Too'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-114251956095719380</id><published>2006-03-16T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:32:41.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepti gets into B-school</title><summary type='text'>Hot off the  press!  Just found out that Deepti got into Wharton.  Still waiting to  hear back from other schools, of course.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/114251956095719380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=114251956095719380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114251956095719380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114251956095719380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/03/deepti-gets-into-b-school.html' title='Deepti gets into B-school'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-114106120045948856</id><published>2006-02-27T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:22:55.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blast from the pastAn uncle of mine just dug-up this photograph from the MIT archives.  It's circa 1936. The "girl" on the right is my maternal grandmother, to her left is her sister and the boys are their cousins.  The picture was taken at MIT where the boys were studying.  My grandmother and her sister were at Boston University, having just transferred from Mills College in Oakland.  I never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/114106120045948856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=114106120045948856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114106120045948856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/114106120045948856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/02/blast-from-past-uncle-of-mine-just-dug.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113789165302701371</id><published>2006-01-21T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:00:53.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what time is spring break?</title><summary type='text'>Many of my  Sales-and-Trading-type friends already have job-offers.  Hearty congrats  all around.  But I am so envious.  Oh, to be in their shoes!  To  put all my recruiting efforts behind me, and start planning Spring Break  2006!   Talking of which,  I'm completely cased-out;     I've done cases in  hall-ways,  I've done cases on  the phone,  I've done cases at  Regents  And at HPC  too.   I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113789165302701371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113789165302701371' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113789165302701371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113789165302701371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-time-is-spring-break.html' title='what time is spring break?'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113678724285402097</id><published>2006-01-09T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:14:05.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says Recruiting can be fun?</title><summary type='text'>Winter  quarter.  It's been t-shirt weather in Chicago -- in the mid 40s, that  is.  I'm loving it.   I'm taking four  classes (again.)     * Competitive  Strategy   *  Investments   * Strategic  Leadership in Uncertain Evironments   * Network  Structures of Effective Management   By Chicago  standards, these are fluff-classes.  I beg to differ.  The last one  does derive from sociology and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113678724285402097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113678724285402097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113678724285402097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113678724285402097'/><link 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I've been researching industries.  Apparently, the management consultants are going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113505448274921077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113505448274921077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113505448274921077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113505448274921077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-my-grades.html' title='got my grades!'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113462234950413183</id><published>2005-12-14T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:57:29.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's snowing... in ahmedabad?!</title><summary type='text'> Google's Sidebar is cool, but "cool" isn't always right...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113462234950413183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113462234950413183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113462234950413183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113462234950413183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-snowing-in-ahmedabad.html' title='it&apos;s snowing... in ahmedabad?!'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113392446758350898</id><published>2005-12-06T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:01:07.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like 0 degrees</title><summary type='text'>That's because the weather man says so.  It's  been cold, but I wouldn't know, because I've been studying!  Had a  couple of finals already.  They were okay.  If I do well on  them, I'll be real proud, because they were tough as hell!   Especially Accounting.  But that's to be expected at Chicago, I  suppose.    This time last year was much the same for me -- in terms of time  pressure --  I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113392446758350898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113392446758350898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113392446758350898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113392446758350898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/12/feels-like-0-degrees.html' title='feels like 0 degrees'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113323831910438213</id><published>2005-11-28T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:32:23.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>moment of truth</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe this quarter will be over by next Friday.  I have  to sit my ass down and do some serious studying, because otherwise I'll  be getting grades I really won't want to disclose.   (Aforementioned noble intentions of putting in some serious study-time  over Thanksgiving came to naught.)    Figured out classes for next quarter: Investments, Pricing Strategy and  Network Structures of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113323831910438213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113323831910438213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113323831910438213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113323831910438213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/11/moment-of-truth.html' title='moment of truth'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113227037053551541</id><published>2005-11-17T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:34:24.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>is an MBA right for you?</title><summary type='text'>Ask yourself that question.  Then don't believe your answer.      It's nearing the end of the quarter.  Finals are looming.  I  did okay on my mid-terms, but I really need to work hard on the finals  (especially for the classes which had an "optional" mid-term -- which  means that the mid-term score is discarded if you do better on the  final.)  All of this is, of course, Grade Non-Disclosure  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113227037053551541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113227037053551541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113227037053551541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113227037053551541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-mba-right-for-you.html' title='is an MBA right for you?'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113055136355714222</id><published>2005-10-28T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:04:27.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can someone please tivo the whole MBA thingy?</title><summary type='text'>Just so you could press the pause button every now and then.  BothDeepti and I have been saying that it's like we've put "life on hold"for the MBA.  I haven't watched any movies (indie, non-indie, Hindi),haven't even been to the art institute yet, haven't eaten a decent $7ethiopian meal in so long I've forgotten the taste of injera, haven'tread anything "real" in so long (GGM's autobiography is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113055136355714222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113055136355714222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113055136355714222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113055136355714222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-someone-please-tivo-whole-mba_28.html' title='can someone please tivo the whole MBA thingy?'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-113053443397745147</id><published>2005-10-28T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:20:34.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...mine's on the 45...</title><summary type='text'>Oh, what a week!  A case-competition, a case-presentation and twomid-terms!  At least I'm not in IB.  Because I haven't gone to anypresentations, so I sure hope the Consulting companies haven't beencoming to campus.  (Didn't even make it to any of thelunch-and-learns.)  Don't know how the IBers do it.  An IB friend toldme he had a breakfast appointment, followed by a lunch, followed bycocktails, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/113053443397745147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=113053443397745147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113053443397745147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/113053443397745147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/10/mines-on-45.html' title='...mine&apos;s on the 45...'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112966620359677306</id><published>2005-10-18T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:11:06.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Note-taking in MBA group meetingsIt's a photograph of a whiteboard.  Talk about lazy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112966620359677306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112966620359677306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112966620359677306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112966620359677306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-taking-in-mba-group-meetings-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112838698764564623</id><published>2005-10-03T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:54:49.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first week of classes</title><summary type='text'>First week of classes is behind us.  It was hectic.  It's not just thatclasses started, and pre-class assignments (readings, mostly) had to bedone, and study-groups were to be formed and homeworks were to beworked on .  No, additionally, we had LEAD and Career Services -- eacha 3-hour time-chunk, a Mocktail to attend (we got to practice networkingskills at mock corporate presentations complete </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112838698764564623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112838698764564623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112838698764564623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112838698764564623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-week-of-classes.html' title='first week of classes'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112779407146298823</id><published>2005-09-26T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:08:45.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's where I'd rather be.  Day hiking in the Pinnacles...  It's become real busy.  No time to blog!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112779407146298823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112779407146298823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112779407146298823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112779407146298823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/heres-where-id-rather-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112766821465681342</id><published>2005-09-25T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:10:14.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last one for the day.  Alcazar, Seville.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112766821465681342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112766821465681342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112766821465681342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112766821465681342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-one-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112766778319876288</id><published>2005-09-25T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:03:06.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generalife.  Oh, to travel...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112766778319876288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112766778319876288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112766778319876288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112766778319876288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/generalife.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112758641916692547</id><published>2005-09-24T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:26:59.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who's afraid of cold-calls?</title><summary type='text'>I admit it.  I'm petrified of cold-callING.  (Previous life, in a Strategy Consulting group, I did a bit of that, and didn't like it much.)  I think I'm pretty okay with BEING cold-called, though.   Classes started Thursday.  I had Regression followed by Micro on Friday.  I'd been startled to see the "Be prepared to be quizzed on basic statistics" warning in Bandi's coursepack.  To prepare for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112758641916692547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112758641916692547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112758641916692547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112758641916692547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/whos-afraid-of-cold-calls.html' title='who&apos;s afraid of cold-calls?'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112750392836443936</id><published>2005-09-23T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:39:30.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unblogged!</title><summary type='text'>At a go, I've discovered the identities of three of my heretoforeanonymous blogger classmates.  Le Voyageur,  Alator  and Poweryogi have allbeen unveiled.  Wakechick is known too (but only from her pictures.)To tell you the truth, I didn't do any "discovering" -- I just askedaround.A couple of classmates told me that they chanced upon my blog.  Sothat's cool.  Someone's reading all this sh*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112750392836443936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112750392836443936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112750392836443936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112750392836443936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/unblogged.html' title='unblogged!'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112735265332710064</id><published>2005-09-21T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:30:53.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do rankings matter?</title><summary type='text'>Yes they do!  But not the WSJ rankings.  We just fell out of the top-10in the latest WSJ rankings.  We're now 13th; we were 5th last year. What gives/gave?!  But seriously, the rankings look a little dubious. Here, take a look.  Here are WSJ's National Rankings (taken from WSJ'sonline edition):2005 2004Rank Rank University (Business School)1 3 Dartmouth College (Tuck)2 1 University of Michigan (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112735265332710064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112735265332710064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112735265332710064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112735265332710064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-rankings-matter.html' title='do rankings matter?'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112710823492570906</id><published>2005-09-19T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:37:14.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a schedule</title><summary type='text'>How could I forget?!  I have a schedule.  I got all the classes Iwanted.  That means I have no classes on Mondays, but an 8:30 AM classon Friday.  (Clarification: I didn't really WANT the 8:30 AM class.)Marketing with Dhar (it's pronounced Dhaaaaar, BTW) Wed eve.Micro with Stole on FridayAccounting with Srinivasan on TuesdayRegression with Bandi (cost me 2000 points) on ThursdayAnd of course, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112710823492570906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112710823492570906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112710823492570906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112710823492570906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-schedule.html' title='i have a schedule'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112710710397046591</id><published>2005-09-19T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:18:23.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so long and thanks for all the fish</title><summary type='text'>They made us wait in the rain to get into Spoon at TNDC.The semi-formal was awesome-.  The music sucked, but everything elsewas A+.  Actually, the food wasn't all that great either, now that Icome to think about it.  But they more than made up for it, withdessert and of course, they kept the wine and beer flowing.  Goodmingling, and let's just say, some dancing.  Oh, and the dolphins andthe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112710710397046591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112710710397046591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112710710397046591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112710710397046591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='so long and thanks for all the fish'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112679964301509782</id><published>2005-09-15T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:54:03.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidding for classes at Chicago GSB</title><summary type='text'>We've just finished the first round of bidding for classes.  Efficient markets notwithstanding, this was painful as all hell.  Here are the variables that went into the decision-making process:   1. Quality of professor 2. Price of professor+course 3. Work-load for the course 4. Maximize pre-reqs 5. Minimize bid/price (maximize accrual for future classes) 6. Determine bids/price required for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112679964301509782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112679964301509782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112679964301509782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112679964301509782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/bidding-for-classes-at-chicago-gsb.html' title='Bidding for classes at Chicago GSB'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112675604507021494</id><published>2005-09-14T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:47:25.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment @ the Field</title><summary type='text'>We visited the Field Museum of Natural History on Sunday.  Yay, forstudent-tickets.  Deepti and I got in for $12, total.  We spent a good4 hours there, but were only really impressed with the dinosaurexhibit, including, of course, "Sue, the world's largest, mostcomplete, and best preserved Tyrannosaurus rex."  We did like theirstuffed-animal zoo, but after a while we got really fatigued by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112675604507021494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112675604507021494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112675604507021494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112675604507021494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/disappointment-field.html' title='Disappointment @ the Field'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112636640988197255</id><published>2005-09-10T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:33:29.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy-ness</title><summary type='text'>Samir and Anshu came to visit last weekend, with Samir's cousin and herhusband from Indianapolis.  They took us on the Architecture boat-tourof Chicago -- which was really awesome of them.  The tour was reallygreat.  Chicago is such a pretty city!  (And I never knew it!)  We wentthrough the locks (which was interesting) and at the end of the tour,we went out for a spin on the lake at 40 miles/hr.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112636640988197255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112636640988197255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112636640988197255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112636640988197255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-ness.html' title='Busy-ness'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112593964729821645</id><published>2005-09-05T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:06:00.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sexism on DevonOne of the first tasks we'd set ourselves when we moved to Chicago, was to find ourselves an Indian-tiffin source. (Food delivered or to-go on a regular basis.) We'd been spoilt by a wonderful Gujarati lady in the bay-area, who had supplied home-cooked meals to my family for the past 4 years. We figured we'd have no trouble finding something similar in Chicago, with the large </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112593964729821645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112593964729821645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112593964729821645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112593964729821645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/sexism-on-devon-one-of-first-tasks-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112570222667366764</id><published>2005-09-02T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:06:21.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mediocre but arrogant</title><summary type='text'>I went to play Racquetball today. It felt so good to swipe my new student-id card and walk into the spanking-new Ratner Athletic center, after all those years of sneaking into Stanford's dilapidated Racquetball and Squash courts with a totally smudged-out id-card. I ama student again! Turned out that the rball courts weren't in Ratner though, so I walked a short distance down 55th to Henry Crown.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112570222667366764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112570222667366764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112570222667366764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112570222667366764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/mediocre-but-arrogant.html' title='mediocre but arrogant'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112568090556736783</id><published>2005-09-02T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T12:08:25.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watch for partner perspectives...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112568090556736783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112568090556736783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112568090556736783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112568090556736783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/watch-for-partner-perspectives.html' title=''/><author><name>Deepti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112560742771675040</id><published>2005-09-01T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:51:29.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cocktail parties and all that jazz</title><summary type='text'>The partying has begun in earnest.  Tuesday was Blues night at  Kingston Mines, one of Chicago'smost famous blues bar. (Turn on the volume on your computer, for some good streaming blues if you visit their website.) A HUGE bunch of GSBers showed up (75, in my estimation.) It was a fun group. We got there really early, so we had a chance to talk to everyone as they trickled in. The music (Dion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112560742771675040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112560742771675040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112560742771675040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112560742771675040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/09/cocktail-parties-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='cocktail parties and all that jazz'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112535705348779840</id><published>2005-08-29T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:54:50.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-school</title><summary type='text'>First day of pre-MBA classes.  I like it!  Even if it's accounting!For someone with NO prior experience in accounting, I didn't think itwas boring at all!  Looked at Hershey's annual report.  Basicfundamentals about assets, liability, shareholder equity, and debitsand credits and of course, balance sheets, and income statements andcash-flow statements et al.Great way of getting back into "school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112535705348779840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112535705348779840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112535705348779840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112535705348779840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/08/pre-school.html' title='pre-school'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112521061234243164</id><published>2005-08-28T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:55:25.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like raagas, morning and evening fruit</title><summary type='text'>I have been informed, in no uncertain terms, that bananas are decidedlymorning fruit.  Eating bananas in the evenings is like having milk andcereal for dinner.Cars, here in the midwest, aren't all that nice.Concrete roads sound different from asphalt roads.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112521061234243164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112521061234243164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112521061234243164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112521061234243164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/08/like-raagas-morning-and-evening-fruit.html' title='like raagas, morning and evening fruit'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112466095806089116</id><published>2005-08-21T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:49:18.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>of mujibur and sirajul</title><summary type='text'>Life is slow.  The afternoon heat is oppressive, and it seemsinconceivable that in a few short months, it'll be colder than allhell, the lake will be frozen over, and life as I know it will take ona strange new turn.  Not to mention that b-school will have started,500 type-A personalities will be rarin' to have a go at each other, thesuits will descend upon campus, recruiting parties will be in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112466095806089116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112466095806089116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112466095806089116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112466095806089116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-mujibur-and-sirajul.html' title='of mujibur and sirajul'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112460651086644930</id><published>2005-08-21T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:56:38.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chicago -- first impressions</title><summary type='text'>In a word -- hot as hell! We got char broiled today, at the Ohio Street Beach. The world was out, conservatively dressed we thought, in jeans and shorts instead of swim-suits-only had it been Cali or Miami with 90 degree heat and 70% humidity. The water was an awesome 75 degrees. Anyway, so the Thunderbirds airshow over Lake Michigan for which aforesaid world had gathered to see, was prematurely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112460651086644930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112460651086644930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112460651086644930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112460651086644930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/08/chicago-first-impressions.html' title='chicago -- first impressions'/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112226359364152952</id><published>2005-07-24T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T02:08:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ram Gopal Varma's SarkarAn independent review(This was first written as an email response to some friends.  Hence the abruptness.)I'm a HUGE RGV fan.  Satya had been my all timefavorite movie before I saw Sarkar.  Recently we saw his "D", and werereally disappointed.  But we followed that up by Sarkar, and werereally really blown away.  You can see a lot of Francis Ford Coppola inthe movie.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112226359364152952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112226359364152952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112226359364152952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112226359364152952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/07/ram-gopal-varmas-sarkar-independent.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-112052951422767595</id><published>2005-07-04T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T02:10:49.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mummy's birthday videoMummy's 64th birthday, Tahoe Keys, cake cutting!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/112052951422767595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=112052951422767595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112052951422767595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/112052951422767595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/07/mummys-birthday-video-mummys-64th.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-111760029081331936</id><published>2005-05-31T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:31:30.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"New Hostal", Las Ramblas, Barcelona </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/111760029081331936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=111760029081331936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/111760029081331936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/111760029081331936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-hostal-las-ramblas-barcelona.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-106499276467135272</id><published>2003-10-01T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T02:23:41.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On August 5, 2000, twenty letters were sent by Daniel O'Mara to the chief executive officers of twenty Fortune 500 companies. This is one; four more follow.  [Thanks to Tullia for typing these up, and for sharing them.  I had first blogged this here but have to re-blog because the link to the text of the letters is now defunct.] ------------------------------------------------------------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/106499276467135272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=106499276467135272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/106499276467135272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/106499276467135272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/10/on-august-5-2000-twenty-letters-were.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-106318163470296417</id><published>2003-09-10T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T03:13:54.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, just getting the word out that there's a new Yahoo Group called gls_1990_alumni for, well, GLS alumni, class of 1990.  That's Gujarat Law Society.  Ahmedabad.  Google, are you listening?  Oh yeah, MKSS.  Get yourself on the list.  Satish Acharya, Sushil Saraf, Nischal Nayak, Anal Patel, Mayur Patel and Mandar Parikh.  That makes 10% of XII A, 1990.  Ba.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/106318163470296417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=106318163470296417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/106318163470296417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/106318163470296417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/09/okay-just-getting-word-out-that-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-105782566915918589</id><published>2003-07-10T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T03:27:49.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right.  Long time, no posts, I know.  Thing is, nothing has been happening.  My thought processes have slowed down considerably, even if they (the thought processes) had never been anything to write home about.  It's been raining intermittently.  It (the rain) has been very welcome, except in the evenings, when it interrupts my basketball-playing."Jhankar Beats" was really good.Goddamn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/105782566915918589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=105782566915918589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/105782566915918589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/105782566915918589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/07/right.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-94848190</id><published>2003-05-24T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T23:00:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everest base-camp trekToday, I leave for Kathmandu, Nepal.  A friend of mine and I are going on a 14-day Everest base-camp trek.  I will NOT be blogging for the period (internet cafes, satellite- and radio- phones and audio blogging notwithstanding.)  Here's our itinerary:May 26		Arrive KathmanduMay 27		Fly Kathmandu - Lukla (2,880m); start trek to Chumoa (2743m)May 28		Chumoa - Namche (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/94848190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=94848190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/94848190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/94848190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/05/everest-base-camp-trek-today-i-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-94572765</id><published>2003-05-19T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T05:27:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>115 degrees, 2003, AhmedabadCrosswordsUnconnectedness means that I'm reading by the foot (if you don't get the reference, I wouldn't worry about it, and neither should you.)  I just finished Poisonwood Bible - by Barbara Kingsolver. Spectacular.  Bought a bunch of books from Crosswords, including a couple of collections of short-stories -- now that I am of the short-fiction bent of mind.  BTW, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/94572765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=94572765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/94572765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/94572765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/05/115-degrees-2003-ahmedabad-crosswords.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-94434944</id><published>2003-05-16T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T04:05:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like Salam Pax, I arise, again,In the tandoori oven that is IndiaTo cool, AC-cooled, morningsAnd s   l   o   w lines;To a new Quit India Movement.But indefatigable, I am, in my unconnectedness.I will write more, I promise.  Meanwhile, I'm convinced Baghdad has better internet connectivity than this.  BTW, a taxi-driver claimed that this year's "unusual" heat-wave (which it is not; just the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/94434944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=94434944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/94434944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/94434944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/05/like-salam-pax-i-arise-again-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-93203274</id><published>2003-04-24T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T17:20:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From a dog named Steven"On August 5, 2000, twenty letters were sent by Daniel O'Mara to the chief executive officers of twenty Fortune 500 companies."  The letters are written "from the point of view of a dog named Steven".  Some of the letters appeared in Timothy McSweeney's Quarterly Concern -- a 19th century-style literary journal, another brain child of Dave Eggers of "A Heartbreaking Work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/93203274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=93203274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/93203274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/93203274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/from-dog-named-steven-on-august-5-2000.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-93184912</id><published>2003-04-24T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T11:44:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MayaOne summer, when he was 10 years old, he'd fallen for a tomboy his own age, who would regularly chase him through the bushes, roll down the green hills with him, put bugs down his shorts, pin him to the ground, sit on top of him and spit in his face.  It was the closest he'd come to love, he often joked.   He told Maya that story on their first date.  He had bumped into her at a bike-ride, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/93184912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=93184912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/93184912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/93184912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/maya-one-summer-when-he-was-10-years.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-92942837</id><published>2003-04-20T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T16:38:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Golden Gate ParkI didn't know Golden Gate Park, SF was larger than Central Park, NY.  Well, it is.  3 miles x 0.5 miles vs. 2.5 miles x 0.5 miles.  What I still don't believe is that there are reputed to be 1 million trees in Golden Gate Park, vs. a mere 26,000 trees in Central Park.  [The Presidio has about 100,000 trees.  See tree-huggers vs. sand-huggers.]  So I did some math.  GG Park is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/92942837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=92942837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92942837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92942837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/golden-gate-park-i-didnt-know-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-92797624</id><published>2003-04-17T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T17:21:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Curry: a non sequitur (originally an email to a friend)Curry is a generic term.  "Curry Powder" is a mixture of spices that probably have a few spices in common with every other curry powder but the proportions of the ingredients may, and do, vary.  The best translation for Curry Powder that I can think of is: "masala mix".  A potpourri of masalas - spices.  Of course there are common </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/92797624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=92797624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92797624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92797624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/curry-non-sequitur-originally-email-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-92697361</id><published>2003-04-16T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T00:15:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So "transexual" is currently leading the hotly contested most frequently misspelled words online competition.  A few days ago, it was "doesnt".  My personal favorite -- "definately" -- is only a measly 6th.  The List.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/92697361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=92697361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92697361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92697361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/so-transexual-is-currently-leading.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-92636509</id><published>2003-04-15T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T04:10:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you would imagine, it's entirely reasonable to wonder what people are thinking about your blog.  So you expend great energy prettying up the site, because you couldn't think of anything quipy today, in the hopes that people will be fooled by your better-than-OxBlog design, and not notice the absence of any relevant content.  You try to come up with something timely -- like a list of movies to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/92636509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=92636509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92636509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92636509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/as-you-would-imagine-its-entirely.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-92568350</id><published>2003-04-14T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T01:55:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the coolest anti-war-group name we've seen so far has to be: Lesbians Against Boys Invading Anything (LABIA).  No, they don't have a web-site.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/92568350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=92568350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92568350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92568350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-think-coolest-anti-war-group-name.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-92521214</id><published>2003-04-13T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T02:50:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazon's answer to PayPal (kinda): Amazon Honor SystemNews article about the service.  I think it's cool.  It'll work.  But then, I was so sceptical of PayPal when it first came out, maybe I'm once bitten.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/92521214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=92521214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92521214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92521214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/amazons-answer-to-paypal-kinda-amazon.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-92388460</id><published>2003-04-10T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T19:38:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mandar's SF International Film Festival's Most Wanted124 movies.  Will you give your Netflix a rest?  Here's my selection of 10 movies (+ 1 bonus) to watch.You'll notice a definite bias towards Latin-American and Asian movies in my list.  It's true.A Peck on the Cheek and A Tale of a Naughty Girl.  I'll probably go see them, but including them on the list would be commiting "duh".  "Drowned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/92388460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=92388460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92388460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/92388460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/mandars-sf-international-film.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-91875743</id><published>2003-04-02T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T03:33:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsCathedralWritten in short, simple, staccato sentences, in the first person.  The language is collquial.  The narrator - Robert - is introduced to his wife's friend - a blind man who comes to stay for a night.  Robert is brutally honest about not knowning how to deal with a blind man.  There is some confusion about the blind man's race too, and that of his ex-wife.  Robert is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/91875743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=91875743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/91875743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/91875743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/04/impressions-cathedral-written-in-short.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90977717</id><published>2003-03-19T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T14:55:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Mercurial AffairChapter 1I mean, it could be some new-fangled, all-inclusive, post-modern, politically-correct bullshit, but come on, man, don't do this to me in the morning. I thought that's why they collected demographic data, so they could target information at you. So get my horoscope right, dammit. The man of my dreams will cross my path today - my left toe. I was full of no coffee, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90977717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90977717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90977717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90977717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/mercurial-affair-chapter-1-i-mean-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90942208</id><published>2003-03-18T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:02:39.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who is Ajay Naidu?Ajay Naidu is a US-based actor and motion poet. Notable recent movie roles include parts in K-PAX and The Guru. He has developed a style of movement that draws on South Indian martial arts, ‘pataphysics and break dancing. Ajay co-founded Bhomshankar and Futureproof, seminal collectives in the early US drum ‘n’ bass scene and his vocal talents grace Talvin Singh’s albums OK and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90942208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90942208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90942208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90942208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/who-is-ajay-naidu-ajay-naidu-is-us.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90941857</id><published>2003-03-18T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T14:06:31.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Mukul.  Biography.SudeepAudio.com : Mukul Patel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90941857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90941857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/more-mukul.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90941675</id><published>2003-03-18T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T14:07:48.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mukul: : : a m b i e n t t v . n e t : : :</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90941675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90941675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/mukul-m-b-i-e-n-t-t-v.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90941238</id><published>2003-03-18T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T13:46:54.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where The Hell Did My Job Go?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90941238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90941238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/where-hell-did-my-job-go.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90941175</id><published>2003-03-18T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T13:45:31.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROTTEN TOMATOES: Movie Reviews &amp; Previews</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90941175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90941175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90941175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/rotten-tomatoes-movie-reviews-previews.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90909122</id><published>2003-03-18T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T01:13:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robin William's InspirationsT.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas and E.E. Cummings.(In an interview on NPR.)On the topic of poets: http://www.poets.org is a great site that has nice little biographies of American poets and poetry excerpts and samples.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90909122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90909122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90909122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90909122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/robin-williams-inspirations-t.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90907110</id><published>2003-03-18T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T00:17:37.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cricket What-IfsSamir's blog is for you if you thought Srinath was a vegetarian.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90907110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90907110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90907110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90907110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/cricket-what-ifs-samirs-blog-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90907011</id><published>2003-03-18T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T00:15:19.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsJon - George SaundersWith a style that is instantly reminiscent of Anthony Burgess's "A Clockwork Orange", in "Jon", Saunders introduces us to an indeterminate future that is at once repugnant and fascinating.  Like laboratory mice, some of the more "fortunate" humans have chips ("gargadisks") embedded in their live flesh and live in sterilie (in more than one sense), protected and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90907011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90907011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90907011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90907011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/impressions-jon-george-saunders-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90906982</id><published>2003-03-18T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T00:14:37.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming to AmericaEduardo was 17, but people told him he looked 13 or 14.  It was true, when he first landed in Miami, the immigration official asked him who he was travelling with -- in Espanol.  He had responded in his perfect English that he was travelling on his own, that he was on his way to Austin, to start college.  Everyone said school for school and school for college, and that was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90906982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90906982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90906982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90906982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/coming-to-america-eduardo-was-17-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90823028</id><published>2003-03-16T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T00:42:43.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make UpSaturdays I visit my Dad.  He picks me up in the morning, and brings me back home in time for dinner.  I like Saturdays, because Dad is fun.  Julia says her Dad is no fun.  Julia's Mom and Dad live with her, and they fight all the time.  When they fight Julia comes over to my house and we talk about boys.  My Mom and Dad never fight.  I think they used to fight when I was little, but not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90823028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90823028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90823028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90823028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/make-up-saturdays-i-visit-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90797397</id><published>2003-03-16T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T01:43:16.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsPhrase Book - Rick MoodyWhat a wonderfully confusing, trippy, helpless, depressing story.  It's Lucy's story.  Or is it?  It's many of Lucy's stories.  It's what the narrator thinks are Lucy's stories.  It's what we think the narrator thinks are Lucy's stories.  It's what we think the narrator thinks are stories that Lucy thinks are her's.  You see, Lucy took 70 hits of acid in one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90797397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90797397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90797397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90797397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/impressions-phrase-book-rick-moody.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90796962</id><published>2003-03-16T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T01:28:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsAxolotl - Julio CortazarThis is a descriptive piece, where the author brings our attention to the voice of the narrator, and then swaps the characters and the voice simultaneously.  Curiously, I didn't know the gender of the narrator, until after the shift, when the fish starts refering to the original narrator with a masculine pronoun.  I believe there was nothing in the story </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90796962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90796962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90796962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90796962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/impressions-axolotl-julio-cortazar.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90782054</id><published>2003-03-15T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T19:42:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsThe Halfway DinerThis is a story about a group of women who make a weekly 12-hour journey by bus to visit their partners in prison.  This is a story about their lives, intertwined, through the forced togetherness of space and purpose.  This is a story about unlikely, tenuous friendships that cross social and racial boundries, and that would otherwise be entirely implausible outside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90782054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90782054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90782054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90782054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/impressions-halfway-diner-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90781437</id><published>2003-03-15T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T01:13:39.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsThe Blues Ain't No Mockingbird - Toni BambaraThis is a very intimate piece written from the point of view of a small child.  It is intimate, because it is told in the colloquial.  The setting is the south.  The county is making a documentary (a survey?) for the food-stamps program, and two men, dubbed "Camera" and "Smilin" by the children, are intruding at Granddaddy Cain's place, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90781437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90781437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90781437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90781437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/impressions-blues-aint-no-mockingbird.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90780259</id><published>2003-03-15T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T01:17:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsA Conversation With My Father - Grace Paley and Happy Endings - Margret AtwoodBoth pieces are an introspective, solipsistic look at writing, and to a certain extent, the process of writing.In the Paley piece, the author is asked by her old ailing father to write a "simple story", about "recognizable people".  In the first draft, she produces a mere paragraph about a mother who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90780259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90780259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90780259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90780259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/impressions-conversation-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90779512</id><published>2003-03-15T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T16:58:22.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImpressionsThe Druvy Girl - Sam LipsyteVery slick, very economical prose, with a lot of dialogue that sets a fast pace.  It's written from the point of view of a pre-pubescent boy whose father is suffering from cancer.  A lot of the humor in the piece is injected by the father's voice -- dry, cynical and fatalistic -- and by the boy's quietly observant, recalcitrant tone of one who's growing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90779512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90779512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90779512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90779512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/impressions-druvy-girl-sam-lipsyte.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90778544</id><published>2003-03-15T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T16:12:13.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Trip-hopMorcheeba, Massive Attack, Portishead.  Have a strange effect on me.  And I like it... :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90778544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90778544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90778544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90778544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/on-trip-hop-morcheeba-massive-attack.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-90260757</id><published>2003-03-06T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T14:50:26.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goran BregovicIs the bomb!  Wow!  Just got introduced to the soundtrack of Emir Kusturica's "Underground" (1995).  Blew me away.  This is the stuff.  It's a curious mixture of Jazz, Ska, Gypsy, Russian Cosack (if there's such a thing) and drum-n-bass?!!  It's very danceable.  For the first time, I feel like going to Europe!  To the underground clubs of Serbia...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/90260757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=90260757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90260757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/90260757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/03/goran-bregovic-is-bomb-wow-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-89766445</id><published>2003-02-26T03:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T12:00:03.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Pivotal DecisionIn retrospect, even in retrospect, you wouldn't call it a pivotal decision.  He'd just succumbed to his day-long craving for a little pau bhaji, and had decided to make the 20 minute detour to Honest Corner on his way home from work.  It was really in the direction away from home, and he knew Ammi would be worried, but he really had to go.  Plus, it'd been a few days since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/89766445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=89766445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89766445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89766445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/02/pivotal-decision-in-retrospect-even-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-89764252</id><published>2003-02-26T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T12:00:48.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas"Written in the second person.  The author is simply the narrator, not a character in the story.  The author addresses the reader as "you", for example, "...I fear that Omelas so far strikes some of you as goody-goody."  The effect is that of being transported into the midst of things in Omelas, having a tour guide take you around town, and then actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/89764252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=89764252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89764252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89764252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/02/on-ones-who-walk-away-from-omelas.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-89420928</id><published>2003-02-20T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T01:57:36.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an extended moment of insomnia...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/89420928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=89420928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89420928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89420928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/02/in-extended-moment-of-insomnia.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074788.post-89366791</id><published>2003-02-19T06:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T06:40:45.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rising Diphthong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/feeds/89366791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074788&amp;postID=89366791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89366791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074788/posts/default/89366791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diphthong.blogspot.com/2003/02/rising-diphthong.html' title=''/><author><name>mandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04802649498168652801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
