Monday, November 17, 2008

Sigur Rós

No form of music till now, with the possible exception of the electronic melancholies of Ulrich Schnauss, captures that pure essence of music for me, that prompts indescribable feelings of bittersweet memories to float vividly in front of my eyes, that sets my heart, my lungs and every part of my body thumping with excitement and anticipation, that combines rhythm and progression into a distinctive form of artistic expression, and that is able to lull me simultaneously into the darkest of corridors and the brightest of gardens.

Watching Sigur Rós perform on stage was undeniably one of the greatest moments of my life. The audience at United Palace Theater, New York, was mostly comprised of people my age, and suffice it to say, at the end of two hours, we were drained of every possible emotion known to man. Testament to the fact that music is universal, I'm pretty sure very few people in the audience actually understand the lyrics of Sigur Rós, partly because the songs are sung in a mixture of icelandic and "hopelandic". But matter it does not, since we all connected and related to the music in ways far more ethereal than just its vocal interpretation.

Beautiful and breathtaking in scale and form, Hoppipola is that one song I screamed at that night. Riding back in the New York subway amidst hundreds of faces, a sight I found to be relatively uncommon even in that densely populated city, I was ecstatic that night. I had finally experienced true beauty.

Monday, November 03, 2008

My new macbook

I finally got my own macbook! It arrived today morning, but as I was not at home, the Fedex delivery agent had left a notice pasted onto the front door. I couldn't wait until tomorrow, when he would return, so I took a bus to the nearest Fedex location (a 20 minute drive), but in the rush, forgot to check for a return bus. So here I am, sitting in an office operated by one of the bus companies, still an hour to go, waiting for the next bus home. Thankfully, they've Wifi here, and it took me just about 20 minutes to unbox my new laptop and let 'er rip.
  The initial cold touch of aluminum felt good, and the laptop feels ridiculously light yet somehow sturdy. I'm grappling with the new trackpad and the absence of the familiar Home and End keys. Other than that, I'm pleasantly surprised with the screen; the glossy finish is not as bad as I'd thought it would be, though a test under normal sunlight would probably fail miserably.
  I'm now waiting for my new copy of Photoshop CS4 to arrive in the mail in a couple of days. After that, it's installing Windows XP and try on some real gaming. Yaay.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

The Wink

It is refreshing to watch a tongue-in-cheek ad, expertly made, from the presumptive democratic nominee; and especially one so close to the election. I am partial towards advertisements with no speech - the visual medium is far more convincing than the auditory one in conveying a message, a thought, an idea or simply a suggestion.
And it should be clear that I favour the senator from Illinois. Now there is nothing left to do, but hope.