Shammi Kapoor from some '60s flick.
'I Wanna Hold Your Hand' is butchered
99.999% !!
Must read the hilarious responses by the
YouTube viewers.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Indian Siblings on American Idol
They are talented but a bit young and need to find
their niche........
who died and made me a judge ??!!
their niche........
who died and made me a judge ??!!
JAN 28: ACTION HEROES BANGALORE
Virtual Poona Blogger is pleased to support
the work of The Blank Noise Project including
the upcoming Jan 28th call for Action Heroes
as outlined by Jasmeen Patheja :
Here's another one! One more action,
one more time!
"Who we are, where we go, what we wear, how
we sit, stand, talk, walk in our very own cities.
Sometimes we just love to walk, stand around,
hang around, without looking 'available.' "
Blank Noise Bangalore calls for Action Heroes
to intervene on the streets of Bangalore. An action
hero's reaction is not an emotional
outburst, but in fact a strategy/a plan/a choreography.
An Action Hero knows how to judge a situation.
An Action Hero chooses to confront or not to
confront, but at no point ignores/ avoids the
problem. Are you one?
Would you like to be an ACTION HERO?
Blank Noise Project Bangalore calls for women/
girls/ ladies/ of all ages, languages, colour, and
shape to be participate in a street intervention on
Sunday January 28th.
Venue: Brigade Road. By participating you will
be celebrated as a BNP Action Hero.
We guarantee that this action won't ask you to be
acrobatic, but to be yourself, and experience the
site you act upon transform. Be the stimuli, be an
action hero.
Confirm /ask us questions at 98868 40612.
This street intervention will be approximately
1.5 hours ( 5 - 6 30 pm)
The group meets at sharp 4 pm at 'ganja park'
off brigade road on rest house road. PLEASE TRY
AND MAKE IT ON TIME/ EVENT DETAILS AND
THE POA WILL BE DISCUSSED. it is futile to repeat
it over and over again for those who dont make
it on time.
To sign up mail us at blurtblanknoise@gmail.com,
subject titled ACTION HERO, BANGALORE.
Any one can volunteer to work behind the scenes/
run around and get this going! Last week was
handled by Yamini Deen, Soumya Shekhar and
also Sanjana.
Looking forward to plenty of action! Let's get this going!
Thankyou!
The Blank Noise Team
( further details will be given to those who sign up).
--
BLANK NOISE PROJECT
Ph:+ 91 98734 85284 (In Delhi)
+ 91 98868 40612 (Bangalore)
www.blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com
Monday, January 22, 2007
Big Brother UK update
I must admit I haven't watched an entire episode
of Big Brother UK. Caught a few spots via YouTube.
I have never viewed Shilpa Shetty's Bollywood
work but I am aware of her support for PETA.
**The eviction of former dental nurse Jade Goody,
a contestant on Celebrity Big Brother
is seen as a victory of good over bad, and takes
the sting out of the international furor over the
accusations of racism and bullying by Goody
and other contestants.
The hit series dominated headlines in Britain and
India this week after Ms. Shetty was called
"the Indian" and "Poppadom" .
Show Quote: "She should fuck off home."
**Link to Reuters news article via Yahoo
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Software Humour
An ambitious Software Engineer finally decided
to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean
cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life.
At least for a while.
A hurricane came up unexpectedly. The ship went
down and was lost instantly. The man found himself
swept up on the shores of an island with no other people,
no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts.
Used to four-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do.
So, for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut
juice, longed for his old life, and fixed his gaze on the sea,
hoping to spot a rescue ship.
One day, as he was lying on the beach, he spotted
movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a rowboat,
and in it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
She rowed up to him. In disbelief, he asked her,
"Where did you come from, and how did you get here?"
"I rowed from the other side of the island," she said.
"I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," the Software Engineer said, "I didn't know
anyone else had survived. How many of you are there?
You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you."
"It's only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up,
nothing did."
He was confused, "Then how did you get the rowboat?"
"Oh, simple," replied the woman. "I made it out of raw
material that I found on the island. The oars were whittled
from gum-tree branches, I wove the bottom from palm
branches, and the sides and stern came from a eucalyptus
tree."
"But, but, that's impossible, "stuttered the man. "You had no
tools or hardware - how did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," the woman said. "On the south
side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of exposed
alluvial rock. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature,
it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that to make tools,
and used the tools to make the hardware. But enough of that...
where do you live?"
Sheepishly, the man confessed that he had been sleeping on
the beach the whole time.
"Well, let's row over to my place then," she said.
After a few minutes of rowing, she docked the boat at a
small wharf. As the man looked onto shore, he nearly fell out
of the boat. Before him was a stone walk leading to an
exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the
woman tied up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp
rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
As they walked into the house, she said casually, "It's not
much, but I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like to
have a drink?"
"No, no, thank you," he said, still dazed. "I couldn't drink
another drop of coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have made a still,
how about a Pina Colada?"
Trying to hide his continued amazement, the Software Engineer
accepted, and they sat down on her couch to talk.
After they had exchanged their stories, the woman announced,
"I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you
like to have a shower and a shave? There is a razor upstairs in
the bathroom cabinet."
No longer questioning anything, the man went into the bathroom.
There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle.
Two shells honed to a hollow-ground edge were fastened
to its tip, inside a swivel mechanism.
"This woman is absolutely amazing," he mused. "What next?"
When he returned, the woman greeted him. She beckoned for
him to sit down next to her.
"Tell me," she began suggestively, slithering closer to him,
brushing her leg against his, "We've both been out here for a very
long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you
really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing
to do for all of these months."
She stared into his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing -
this was like all of his dreams coming true in one day...
"You mean..." he replied, "I can check my e-mail from here?"
( Thanks, Manny ! )
to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean
cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life.
At least for a while.
A hurricane came up unexpectedly. The ship went
down and was lost instantly. The man found himself
swept up on the shores of an island with no other people,
no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts.
Used to four-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do.
So, for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut
juice, longed for his old life, and fixed his gaze on the sea,
hoping to spot a rescue ship.
One day, as he was lying on the beach, he spotted
movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a rowboat,
and in it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
She rowed up to him. In disbelief, he asked her,
"Where did you come from, and how did you get here?"
"I rowed from the other side of the island," she said.
"I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," the Software Engineer said, "I didn't know
anyone else had survived. How many of you are there?
You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you."
"It's only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up,
nothing did."
He was confused, "Then how did you get the rowboat?"
"Oh, simple," replied the woman. "I made it out of raw
material that I found on the island. The oars were whittled
from gum-tree branches, I wove the bottom from palm
branches, and the sides and stern came from a eucalyptus
tree."
"But, but, that's impossible, "stuttered the man. "You had no
tools or hardware - how did you manage?"
"Oh, that was no problem," the woman said. "On the south
side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of exposed
alluvial rock. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature,
it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that to make tools,
and used the tools to make the hardware. But enough of that...
where do you live?"
Sheepishly, the man confessed that he had been sleeping on
the beach the whole time.
"Well, let's row over to my place then," she said.
After a few minutes of rowing, she docked the boat at a
small wharf. As the man looked onto shore, he nearly fell out
of the boat. Before him was a stone walk leading to an
exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the
woman tied up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp
rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck.
As they walked into the house, she said casually, "It's not
much, but I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like to
have a drink?"
"No, no, thank you," he said, still dazed. "I couldn't drink
another drop of coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have made a still,
how about a Pina Colada?"
Trying to hide his continued amazement, the Software Engineer
accepted, and they sat down on her couch to talk.
After they had exchanged their stories, the woman announced,
"I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you
like to have a shower and a shave? There is a razor upstairs in
the bathroom cabinet."
No longer questioning anything, the man went into the bathroom.
There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle.
Two shells honed to a hollow-ground edge were fastened
to its tip, inside a swivel mechanism.
"This woman is absolutely amazing," he mused. "What next?"
When he returned, the woman greeted him. She beckoned for
him to sit down next to her.
"Tell me," she began suggestively, slithering closer to him,
brushing her leg against his, "We've both been out here for a very
long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you
really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing
to do for all of these months."
She stared into his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing -
this was like all of his dreams coming true in one day...
"You mean..." he replied, "I can check my e-mail from here?"
( Thanks, Manny ! )
Friday, January 19, 2007
What is MUSICOVERY ?
MUSICOVERY is :
A streaming music jukebox you can listen towhile you do other stuff on or around your PC
Based upon YOUR current mood:calm, energetic,
dark or positive. Click on a mood type, listen to that type
Visually trance-like, Flash-based animations of swirling
circles and colors
A jukebox that generates music by decade: '50s, '60s, '70s
through the current period
18 genres of 'hit' or 'non-hit' music : Jazz, Blues, Vocal Pop,
Funk, Disco, Reggae, etc. all available with one mouse-click
FREE !! Also upgradeable (in Euros) for better sound quality.**
L I N K
** I think it sounds fine just the way it is. If I had any more thumbs,
they'd be up too !
Mumbai's Swing Era
Bombay & The Swinging Sixties
STANLEY PINTO, old Bombay boy and night
club pianist, describes the rocking times that
the city was witness to in the 1960s.
As told to Mumbai's Upper Crust magazine
http://www.uppercrustindia.com/10crust/ten/mumbai6.htm
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Hollaback India
SUNDAY ACTION HEROES
click to enlarge and read message.
Pic courtesy of the Blank Noise Project
Originally uploaded by FredMikeRudy.
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