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This is weird. We haven't been able to read anything on Blogspot or Typepad on the internet connection in our apartment for a couple of days, although we could post just fine. We thought it was just a strange and irritating glitch. But apparently it's because Indian ISPs have been instructed by the government to Block Blogs. You know, to fight terror! Um, okay.

Help, help, we're being repressed!

(If you're in India and having this problem, go here.)

Update: It was just a misunderstanding, says the Indian consulate in NY! ISPs were told to block Some blogs, and instead blocked All blogs. To be fixed soon, they say. So dumb, the entire thing.

Last night was Tobi's last in Bangalore. He's off to Delhi to stand outside the Pakistani embassy for four days in the rain*. A bunch of us went out to Opus to bid him farewell. Tobi is a lot of fun; I will miss him.



When we left Opus, we went back to the office and set up some drums on the roof. Then we jammed.



After jamming a while, we started playing with the kickboxing equipment. I put on some boxing gloves and hit this punching bag about as hard as I could.



Turns out the punching bag is filled with sand and has been sitting on the roof for months. So it's filled with wet sand. Which might as well be concrete. My hand hurt.

It hurt really bad actually. But I could move my fingers and everything, so I figured I was OK. But when I went to work this morning and tried to type, I couldn't really do anything without wanting to cry. Prasad recommended a doctor.



Who recommended an X-ray.



It seems I may have a hairline fracture near my wrist. She prescribed an Ace bandage and some Extra Strength Tylenol. The total cost for my visit, X-ray, bandage and all, was Rs 620 (about US $14).



Now I'm all better. Except I can't use my damn hand.

* By choice. He wants to travel through Pakistan**.

** Also by choice.

The land of stone carvers and goats and white people. Photo set here.

[UPDATE] I was hoping to see temples under the sea, but according to the student-just-practicing-English-who-wasn't-a-guide-and-wasn't-selling-anything, they are only visible in May, when I guess the sea level subsides somewhat. There are even more temples which only became visible after the 2004 tsunami.

Hilleary says all I ever do on the blog is bitch and Tobi says I have ruled out every possible mode of transportation, so let me take a moment to talk happy about transport...

Air Deccan sucks, but both Jet Airways and Indian Airlines were quite pleasant. Indian Airlines actually served a meal on our one hour flight: the cart rolled down the aisle soon after we levelled off and they picked up the trays just before we descended for our landing. And the meal was pretty good too.

The online reservation system for Indian trains sucks and the arrival/departure information in the stations is usually lacking, but the trains themselves are not too bad, especially if you skip the riot scene in steerage and go for an A/C car. The 2nd class sleeper cars are surprisingly acceptable, though by no means luxurious.

As long as you can communicate where you want to go and keep an eye out for any idiosyncratic route changes, autorickshaws are a servicable means of transport. (Even if they screw you, it's usually cheaper than the NYC subway.)

I have nothing nice to say about the buses.

The cancelled our first outgoing flight, then they rescheduled our make-up flight. So we set out about eight hours later than we had planned. Then they delayed our return flight. Twice. By a total of about six and a half hours*.

In fairness, in every case we were informed of the change before we had left for the airport** (by SMS, to boot). And the flights themselves were not as unpleasant as I had been led to expect. I saw no rats on board, for example. And I did not have to throw any elbows to secure an unreserved seat.

Still, I shan't be flying them again.

* Here's customer service for you: our flight was delayed so much that it took off after the next Air Deccan flight to Bangalore. Which we were not informed existed, much less offered a seat on.

** If H and I had spend 8 hours in the Bangalore airport, at least one of us would be dead. For sure.

Healthful and helpful signs
Originally uploaded by PinkHamsters.

Prasad: "They're not eating garbage. They're eating food that people have thrown away."

Jerry Seinfeld: "Adjacent to refuse is refuse."

Mysore Palace at Night
Originally uploaded by C+H.

Photo set here.

Why is Snoopy brown?



Note: Snoopy is not brown on Sunday. The great and good Indian people know that Snoopy is not brown.

Equally perplexing, if less dramatic: why is Calvin yellow?



Why lay down a light yellow background on an otherwise monochrome strip? (Dennis gets the same treatment. The Wizard of Id does not.)

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Are a pain in the butt. They have a dizzying array of classes (pictures here). To book in advance you have to figure out how to use a terrible website (IE only; best used in conjunction with this other, slightly less terrible website). Trains are sold out weeks in advance. When you try to book in advance, your browser crashes!

The only thing worse? Indian buses! Because, really, who needs destinations, routes, timetables, or booking information? Real men just go to the bus station and hope for the best!

You should never buy a guidebook that doesn't provide place names in the local script. Both the Lonely Planet and the Rough Guide books on India get this wrong*. While it is true that you can generally make yourself understood in English**, it is nice to be able to find your own way some of the time (and it is sometimes necessary to spot-check an auto driver's route planning). An English-language map does not help if most of the street signs, bus stops, and train timetables are in Kannada script.

I don't remember having as much of a problem with this in other non-Roman-script countries I've been to, although that's probably because I didn't know where I was supposed to be half the time anyway. We had a difficult time in Japan, but Japan is notoriously tricky to navigate (kanji would have helped, though). I remember having some trouble in Russia, which I guess I dealt with by being very conservative about cabs, buses, and trains. When you're staying someplace for several months, it is pretty depressing to feel like any given cab ride could end in Tamil Nadu.

* As does the Time Out Tokyo guide. Lonely Planet Japan gets this partly right, so it's not uniform across their titles.
** Oddly, this is least true inside Bangalore, which is fairly cosmopolitan, but has a rather small tourist trade and a rather large pro-Kannada chip on its shoulder.

Remember the elevator console Chris was so impressed by?



With a sense of perspective, it's interesting to even non-computer geeks.



(Sadly, I do not see much of the World's Largest Calculator. Because after having worked in this apartment for a week or so I feel that I have a good estimate of the probability of the power going out at any given moment, and feel that the elevator is not the safest bet, unless you want to spend some quality time with the calculator.)

I'm adding Matthew Yglesias' blog to my Blogroll as of today---despite his rank over-exposure as a blogger at Josh Marshall's site, The American Prospect, and his own personal site, as well as having the dubious honor of being in Andrew Sullivan's eponymous awards pantheon---and despite his frequent mis-spellings, his blind spot for homonyms, and his, you know, verbal tics---and despite his being only 25 and having been a prominent liberal pundit before he even graduated college, which puts me in a murder-suicide frame of mind---because the man is always right about everything.

Other recent additions: the brother-in-law; the pseudonymous friend with a great idea and no business plan.

A cross-browser HTML rendering bug has caused the bodies of my posts to disappear in IE for the past I-don't-know-how-many days. My bad. I only ever use Firefox unless I need to access the MS payroll site or something.

For those who care, the problem was I introduced some HTML comments to the blog template, using "--!>" as a terminator. This works in Firefox, but not in IE. The result is the entire post becomes a comment and doesn't display in the browser window. (It's still there if you View Source, of course.)

Comment poll: who visited the site and didn't see anything? Who visited the site and didn't see anything and didn't bother to email me about it? Or are all my hordes of readers non-IE? (If so, you should really consider some of Microsoft's fine products.)

Had a Fourth of July party last night, attended by a majority of the American ex-pats in the office. In the run-up, I think I convinced my Indian co-workers I'm a John Bircher, which is pretty funny considering how much time I've spent thinking about what country I will move to in 2008* if George Allen becomes president**.

We did all the things Americans like to do: drinking beer, eating hot dogs (thanks Jonathan!), talking about television, confusing the German, and teasing the Canadians. In a show of progressive internationalism, we sat through 119 scoreless minutes of soccer*** with only moderate whining. (Granted, that last minute was pretty damn exciting. And I jumped out of my chair as the only other foreign country I've been in for more than 2 weeks earned its spot in the finals.)

God Bless America. Especially the Supreme Court. Happy belated Fourth!

* Not that I didn't spend plenty of time on similar themes in 2004/2005, but other factors intervened. I might actually be finished with my degree by 2008, knock on wood.

** I pose George Allen as a most-likely/least-acceptable exemplar---he is a deeply odd and odious character. Bill Frist and Sam Brownback would be similarly unacceptable. I'd probably stick around to see how John McCain turns out...

*** For a while, I tried to be "culturally sensitive" and call it football, but you know what? "Soccer" is semantically unambiguous. You know what I'm talking about. Get over it.

Joel Spolky cites Nick Gravgaard's inane proposal* on tabs vs. spaces. Gee, Joel, where'd you get that idea?

But here at the Procrastiblog, we're used to getting sniped by high-profile bloggers without credit. We've got our eye on you, Joel. Shape up.

* Nick says "elastic tabstops" that "expand or shrink to fit their contents" would have "a nice side effect---proportional fonts can now be used." Here I thought the entire programming universe would soon be using Consolas.

Apparently, the Internet is "not a truck. It's a series of tubes." Also, apparently, Senator Ted Stevens (R-AL) is a gibbering moron. If you've got two and a half minutes to spare, listen to the audio. It is appalling, even if you don't understand the technical issues and even if you agree with his underlying point---a person has to work very hard to make this little sense.

Ha!
Originally uploaded by C+H.

Kochi: not my thing. Reminded me a lot of Charleston, SC, in a weird way: both are old shipping centers with nothing much going on that attract tourists and antiquers. The synagogue was pretty nice (the city has a historic Jewish community---Jew Town (no kidding)---that now consists of 14 people from 3 families).

Something which turned out to be really worthwhile that you would think was a suckers' game is the "you buy we cook" fish stands down by the waterfront. Maybe we got ripped off in relative terms (we paid around Rs 600 for a 3 crabs and 2 lobsters, and another Rs 150 to get them cooked), but the food was really yummy. A tip: curry crab should be cracked away from the diner and should not be eaten in a rush.

P.S. Lots of goats and cats, not so many cows and dogs. Why is that?

P.P.S. Deb asked pretty much every local he met for the first two days where he could get some crab and the answer was invariably "no chance" since it was out of season. Every fish guy on the waterfront was selling crab, and most of it was alive (and therefore fresh). WTF?!

P.P.P.S. We showed up on the one day of every month when alchohol is not permitted to be sold anywhere in the city. We happened across a place that was selling beer out of a hole in the wall---seriously---but we didn't have the good sense to purchase it or the guts to photograph the hole.