This evening was dedicated to Ramkumar Chattopadhyay. He was one of the premier exponents of a semi classical Bengali song style called “Tappa”. An example of his song:
“Ei prithhibita panthho nibas
Thhakey na keu chiradin hetha
Korey jay aanagona”
“This world – it is a but a short stop
Like a railway station
Nobody stays here forever
They just keep coming and going”
This is pretty smooth with bourbon, triple sec, bitters and granulated sugar. Lemon peel for garnish…
Seemed like as good an excuse as any to go put in an 11 mile run. Today was a little faster. Took the same time as last week’s 10 mile run.
Apparently, Xerox is going to be split into two different companies. (See http://www.wsj.com/articles/xerox-plans-to-split-in-two-1454015527 ).
Methinks they will just carve out one company.
The other one will be a copy. 🙂
Fresh oranges, brandy and Cointreau.
Perfect running weather in the hills. Took me about an hour and fifty minutes..
Apparently, Donald Trump said today that he can shoot somebody in the middle of the street and he would still win the elections. (See http://www.cnn.com/2016/01/23/politics/donald-trump-shoot-somebody-support/index.html).
I am in. Shall we start with Sarah Palin?
Anybody who has been hit by the cold water of the shower in spite of seemingly having tested it will attest to this…
“I test my bath before I sit,
And I’m always moved to wonderment
That what chills the finger not a bit
Is so frigid upon the fundament”
I can assert, with some level of shivering, that on a cold evening with completely wet dirt roads, each and every muddy puddle is concealed by the sleet accumulating in your glasses. I do harbor some doubts since I have a nagging suspicion that towards the end, I missed stepping into one 🙂 Aargh!! My carefully cultivated sartorial sense was unceremoniously compromised as I trudged back home in my blue running jacket and what to any eyes with unsleeted glasses would appear as dirty brown shoes.