Saturday, November 12, 2005

An Ode to Google II

Another amazing and unthought-of-before thing that Google does is playing with its own logo. Here are some examples:

National Whacking Day

Some more:

And a few more:

And a LOTTT more:

According to this site they have so far come up with some 244 logos. Maybe more since i don't know when was the last time this site was updated. It lists all 244 of em. A must see! (too bad its in german though)

P.S: images brought to you by Google Images :D

An Ode to Google

If anyone deserves a solid thumping on the back, three cheers, 'good job old boy' and such its those people at Google who bring us loads of amazing stuff and that too for free. Thank you all you guys at Google :)

Must visit this link to see the entire range of tools and services Google provides:

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The Cruelty Exercise

I finished reading 'The Pilgrimage' by Paulo Coelho (the guy famous for 'The Alchemist') a few days ago. The story is about Paulo who's a follower of an ancient order known as the Tradition, and a pilgrim of San Tiago on an ancient road across Spain in search of his sword. He is guided on this journey by Petrus, another follower of the Tradition who during the course of the pilgrimage teaches Paulo some practices of the Tradition known as the RAM practices. Through these exercises Paulo learns the ancient wisdom of the tradition and the nature of truth through the simplicity of life.

One RAM practice that really catches your attention is 'the cruelty exercise'. Here it is:

"Every time a thought comes to mind that makes you feel bad about yourself - jealousy, self-pity, envy, hatred, and so on – do the following:

Dig the nail of your index finger into the cuticle of the thumb of the same hand until it becomes quite painful. Concentrate on the pain: it is a physical reflection of the suffering you are going through spiritually. Ease the pressure only when the cruel thought has gone.

Repeat this as many times as necessary until the thought has left you, even if this means digging your fingernail into your thumb over and over. Each time it will take longer for the cruel thought to return, and eventually it will disappear altogether, so long as you do not fail to perform the exercise every time it comes to mind."

The reason I’m mentioning it here is that we should try employing the cruelty exercise, not necessarily in this extreme but in some form that works, in our life. Feeling bad about ourselves won’t get us anywhere.

Here is what the book looks like:

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

About Wombats

A little about the australian critters that lent the name of their entire kind to my blabber book:

As wikipidea puts it:

"Wombats are Australian marsupials in appearance rather like a small, very short-legged and muscular bear approximately one meter in length, and with a mere nubbin of a tail. The name wombat comes from the Eora Aboriginal tribe who were the original inhabitants of the Sydney area. Wombats feed on grasses, sedges and roots, and dig extensive burrow systems with rodent-like front teeth and powerful claws. Although mainly crepuscular and nocturnal, wombats will also venture out to feed on cool or overcast days. They are not as easily seen as many animals, but leave ample evidence of their passage, treating fences as a minor inconvenience to be gone through or under and leaving distinctive cubic scats. Wombats are herbivores, their diet consisting mostly of grass."

oh well wombats are cuddly, fat, furry, bearlike, short, (probably a bit dim witted) australian nocturnal creatures ... thats about all i gleaned from the excerpt above and more. I think a few pictures would do nicely:

frolicking about in snow

meal time ... i guess?!

here's a personal favourite ... baby wombat

btw if you're still interested there's more information here:

Blabbering wombat

as a friend and fellow blogger says KISS (keep it simple stupid) but I can't help it and there you have it ... a blog which is called 'Diary of a Madman' and an address that goes:

so why a blabbering wombat ... its really simple actually... the darn thing wouldn't register with any other god-fearing name so i ended up with a wombat and that too a blabbering one. Thats about it for now.

Blog-on all you fellow blabbering wombats :)

rising from the dead

I tried killing it ... but it wouldn't die ... so the Diary of a Madman is back ... making an exact same start ... maybe this time the end will be different ...

footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage which we did not take
towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden

T.S. Eliot