Much like the impotent exodus I wrote about in 2005, the amount of Indian migration in and out of this office results in the donut area being over run with the boiled bespangled sweets. I have said on countless occasions I’m not one to criticize the culture and cuisine of others, save for when it is egregiously thrown in my face. Now that I have eaten my obligatory (mind you very tasty) sweets, I am sick and tired of:

– flour boiled in butter and cane sugar
– chickpea flour boiled in butter and cane sugar
– graham flour boiled in butter and cane sugar
– ground nut four boiled in butter and cane sugar

– any of the aforementioned “sweets” made with milk solids partially replacing the flour
– any of the aforementioned “sweets” made with coconut oil instead of butter
– any of the aforementioned “sweets” decorated in silver leaf
– any of the aforementioned “sweets” decorated in gold leaf

– loose desserts served with a common plastic spoon to which people are invited to scoop with then empty high above one’s mouth to give the air of hygiene

how I found the time to blog is beyond me. taking no coffee, i’ve been running on stress and worry for the past few days. as I write this, my phone is ringing and knowing that it’s another hopping mad customer trying to finish all of their projects by the end of the year.

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though this chaos is self-induced, I still want to just hide under the covers with only my blaming finger pointing at the people who aren’t making my problems go away. cigarettes and water are the only things that keep my heart from stopping, i don’t recall nor think of eating. so, gentle reader if you happen to own some quiet farmland and are in need of a loving, subservient, coconut-scented houseboy and are willing to put up with one week of adjusting from the cut-throat business world… please contact me

According to a press release, LG Electronics of Korea – makers of a vast array of consumer electronics and Prada – the luxury goods label, announced a partnership to produce a mobile phone.  The success of the LG “Chocolate” may have prompted the stylish Italian driven Dutch owned company to delve into the mobile phone market.  [Link]

Like the LG Chocolate, this style phone will have to be produced in a few flavors:

CDMA for NAFTA other countries like South Korea (LG’s Homeland), India, Taiwan, and New Zealand.  (i.e vx8500 or the LG Chocolate for Verizon Wireless)

GSM for the rest of the world, and like may other LG phones in the past.  One GSM handset for Euro Asia/Pac tri-band and another for NAFTA tri-band.

UMTS/WCDMA for the one market that would go ape-shit over a Prada phone is the Japanese market.  For those luxury-mongers in Japan a limited edition Japan only Prada-keitai would garner top yen for fashionistas.  LGE would stand to gain marketshare since the major foreign cell phone makers in Japan right now are Samsung (S Korea) and Nokia (Finland).

I for one am not impressed by this move.  The fact that Prada went with a Korean company instead of the obvious European choices confuses me, but I am tickled just thinking about what they should call the new phone.

Korea – land of kimchi, salt and chili cured vegetables and seafood
Prada – Milan based company.  Milan known for the sweet Christmas cake panettone.

The LG Kimchi Panettone and the LG Chocolate, what flavor are you?

I have only a few more hours to myself. I’m staring out the window at tree limbs slightly swaying to the quiet whistle of the wind. The babbling of the fish tank inside the apartment and my breathing is the only constant sound I hear.

I made coffee, smoked a few cigarettes. I made a hearty breakfast out of what was left in the refrigerator all without consulting anyone or considering their tastes or preferences. I’m strangely amused by the sound of my spoon hitting the plate as I eat.

The relative silence of everything is cleansing my brain and I enjoy it like a good soak in the tub. I know that in a few hours the world will begin again, chatting at me, wanting information, trying to enjoy my company. I want this stillness to last. I don’t want this sunlight pouring into my eyes to end. It’s nice to be alone