Well, the ALCS playoffs have really cut into my Hindi movie viewing time (each game = 1 movie).
And now we’re on to the World Series! GO SOX!

The Police concert at Fenway Park last night completely rocked. We had great seats in the general vicinity where Manny spends his time during games. Since they aren’t making a new album, they just played their hits — and they have a lot of them! I had sort of forgotten how they ruled the airwaves 25-odd years ago.
Maybe they have reunited so that Sting can afford a new guitar:
Between my friend Raju’s visit, my friend Sarita’s wedding festivities, the new SRK biography, the new Harry Potter book, and various and sundry other activities (like my job), I have not had any time to watch any movies, or do anything anyone else would find even remotely interesting (although I will be near the front row for the Police reunion concert at Fenway Park tomorrow evening :-).
Busy, busy, busy.
In the meantime, here are some photos of the bride-to-be’s mehndi:
Instead of writing my self-appraisal for my mid-year performance assessment, I have spent my day talking about saris with the sariwalli and researching sperm bank donors for a friend of mine who wants to have a baby (she wants her friends to chime in on her favorites). Donating sperm involves a lot of paperwork just like my mid-year. Pages and pages of it! I suppose if you are going to have a baby and half of its DNA will come from someone you’ve never met, you want that paperwork filled out. It was really fascinating reading, actually, because the donor had to list various qualities of all of his nearest relatives including grandparents, uncles, aunts, from both sides of the family. I liked the ones who took the time to fill in the “Special skills or characteristics” section for each relative, and seemed to know and understand each person’s special quirks. I’d pick one of them if I were doing it. Of course, if I had to fill that section out I couldn’t, since I grew up far far away from my extended family and didn’t know any of them very well.
Irony!
Back to the hamster wheel. I wonder if procrastination can be “spun” into a leadership quality.
My friend Sheila cut my hair today. I have been hating my last haircut since I got it; she offered to fix it, and she did. My sister also cuts hair. I cannot imagine cutting anyone’s hair. Well one time I did cut my friend Alex’s hair, but we were both a little tipsy and he hadn’t combed his hair in over 2 years, plus he was a swimmer. So there was no real risk of doing any harm to his appearance. (As a return favor, he pierced a second hole in one of my ears during a power outage, but that’s another story for another day.)
There’s something about 3 dimensional space that I just can’t navigate through. Two-dimensional space is the easiest thing in the world…drawing has always just been really easy for me. But I failed miserably at sculpture and jewelry-making both.
I guess I will just stick with what I can do. I’ve got Sheila and my sister for everything else.
“Memory is a crazy lady who collects colored rags and throws away food.”
–Anonymous
Went to the Red Sox game last night. Sat in the owner’s box right next to the dugout, apparently a very dangerous place to be. My niece sat next to 2004 World Series demi-god Curt Schilling for a good part of the evening (I reminded her that he is a Bush supporter lest it go to her head). Daisuke Matsuzaka pitched 8 innings, giving up no runs and only 4 hits and striking out 9 to earn part of his $103 million salary.
It was a truly All-American way to kick off the July 4th holiday. I think my pictures will speak louder than anything I can say.
Yes, Manny is my favorite. Just look at those puppy-dog eyes.