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Sujith Abraham
Fierce, inquisitive and nihilistic.
Fierce, inquisitive and nihilistic.

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This is what I do now. After the demise of Google Reader, none of the alternatives have good search functionality. Just roll your own Google Custom Search Engine. Anyone who uses RSS feeds should have one, it is so easy and useful.

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Sujith Abraham commented on a post on Blogger.
I agree with you. Each language has its own dividends and disasters.

I listen to songs in four languages— Hindustani (Hindi/Urdu), Malayalam, Tamil and English. I am proficient in two (Malayalam and English), has limited vocabulary in Hindi and knows only Tamil words common in Malayalam (both from same language family). Each language has its own feel and identity. It is not good or bad. Certain ideas can be more pleasingly expressed in one, while in another it appears kludgy. This variety is, however, missing for monolingual people as you said.

Tangential: read William Zinsser's Writing English as a Second Language in The American Scholar -

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35 iconic photographs recreated in this amazing video commemorating 100 years of Leica. It is a boastful and conceited when #Leica says: “We didn’t invent photography, but we invented photography.”

I didn't know most of these photographs, but you can look up the names of all of them here  -


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This is laziness of epic proportions.
 Original Reddit thread :
How Lazy Are You?

I came across a Reddit thread today on procrastination where I picked up this story and it has left me in awe. This right here is the definition of lazy.

I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It's painful to watch.

But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.

And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he's changed our course just enough to re-position the sun off of his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.

He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel.

By /u/TupperWolf on reddit at
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