Today in photos
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christopher575I really wanted to get out of the apartment today but discovered that it's barely worth it. The driver picked me up at 3pm, and I was home in under three hours. During this time, I hit two malls and had dinner at Ruby Tuesday, which seems to be one of the main places that white people in India flock to. A quick hint for you, should you come here: if a place advertises simple American food, you can take it to mean that they think Americans are tired of anything with spice or any sort of flavor, and are coming there to have the blandest thing imaginable.
This is an air shaft that runs between our apartment and the one next door. It allows the bathroom that doesn't have the outside wall to still have a window.misterdoug would say that it's haunted, and that those specks are ghosts. I say this building is probably less than six years old, and that the air is dusty.
My driver has mad skillz. He can park in the tiniest space and only needs a micron of wiggle room. He can also swerve into the gnarliest of traffic without batting an eyelash. I bought him a huge bottle of beer today.
Convergys is a big name in the call center industry. This is one building that bears their name. There's another a few blocks away from the office (but on the other side of a freeway) that is huge and really neat looking.
This is the ceiling of the Sahara Mall and is probably the most interesting thing about the whole place. I take that back. There are several clubs on the top floor and they were all open at 4pm, lights out, music blaring. I went to a bar next to one of them and had a weak, expensive screwdriver. It was like a Noc Noc screwdriver, only backward. Glass nearly full of orange juice, carefully measured shot of vodka. With tax and tip it came to 360 rupees, which is $9.
This shirt reminded me of a post-it I altered once, so I had to get a photo. Maybe I should have gotten this shirt forluliepants . The problem with the mall was that every time I went into a shop, I ended up with a sales dude all over my shit. I just wanted to look around and didn't need a personal assistant, ya know?
The gentle swastika was around long before Hitler was, and it's a real shame that people can't see it for anything other than a Nazi symbol. I find the shape to be very aesthetically pleasing, but as a white dude with a shaved head, a decoration that requires a lot of explanation is the last thing I need.
Thinking ofcecilgene .
Peter Buck of REM is not allowed anywhere near this display.
In the US it's called cotton candy. In Australia, they call it fairy floss. I wonder if it would give me that glucose rush that Input-C would, if I could find any.
Another view of the mall I went to last Sunday. The reason the center of the street is walled off is because they're adding Metro tracks. (yayayyaaayyyy light rail) I thought it was impossible to cross, but when we left, I found a police crosswalk.
I was going to say, doy, don't they know China White is a heroin analog? But a search reveals that tons of bars and lounges around the world share the name, and they don't even seem to be related. I don't think that was the name of this place, though, because I didn't see a separate entrance, and it looked like that sign was in MOJO.
So, only couples can go into Mojo? Aren't like 95% of people who go to clubs looking to hook up? This business plan is flawed.
Here's a view of the ENORMOUS apartment complex next to the malls. Early in the day I wished our apartment was there, but after a bland sandwich (blandwich? new word!) at Ruby Tuesday with two bottles of Corona which cost over $7 each, I really don't care that I'm a little further away in an area that's a bit quieter.
I got this picture of Brittany Murphy right as a security guard told me that there were no photos allowed in the mall. This was almost like the exact opposite of a moment of zen I had when I took out the camera to get the China White picture and a dude walked up to me to hand me a flyer for digital camera accessories. His timing was eerie.
I decided to quit fooling around and asked to go to the liquor store. This one had picnic tables outside and a sign reading "GOV'T APPROVED DRINKING AREA" on the wall. Yup, you can buy booze and sit outside and drink it. I wish I got a picture of the sign. Each of those bottles of Smirnoff was just 300 rupees, which is less than the weak screwdriver I got before. I'm currently drinking a proper screwdriver with orange juice that was in the fridge, but I also picked up this Minute Maid Pulpy Orange drink, which I've seen the commercial for about 47 times even though I've watched about an hour of TV. There are also billboards for it everywhere. And by "proper screwdriver" I mean the kind that makes you gag a bit the first couple of gulps. The smaller bottle looks like a Coca-Cola knockoff, and I'm very excited to try it.
I told the driver I won't need him tomorrow. The prices at the malls for booze (the one thing I really want there) are too high to justify putting on shoes to go there.
This is an air shaft that runs between our apartment and the one next door. It allows the bathroom that doesn't have the outside wall to still have a window.
misterdoug would say that it's haunted, and that those specks are ghosts. I say this building is probably less than six years old, and that the air is dusty. My driver has mad skillz. He can park in the tiniest space and only needs a micron of wiggle room. He can also swerve into the gnarliest of traffic without batting an eyelash. I bought him a huge bottle of beer today.
Convergys is a big name in the call center industry. This is one building that bears their name. There's another a few blocks away from the office (but on the other side of a freeway) that is huge and really neat looking.
This is the ceiling of the Sahara Mall and is probably the most interesting thing about the whole place. I take that back. There are several clubs on the top floor and they were all open at 4pm, lights out, music blaring. I went to a bar next to one of them and had a weak, expensive screwdriver. It was like a Noc Noc screwdriver, only backward. Glass nearly full of orange juice, carefully measured shot of vodka. With tax and tip it came to 360 rupees, which is $9.
This shirt reminded me of a post-it I altered once, so I had to get a photo. Maybe I should have gotten this shirt for
luliepants . The problem with the mall was that every time I went into a shop, I ended up with a sales dude all over my shit. I just wanted to look around and didn't need a personal assistant, ya know? The gentle swastika was around long before Hitler was, and it's a real shame that people can't see it for anything other than a Nazi symbol. I find the shape to be very aesthetically pleasing, but as a white dude with a shaved head, a decoration that requires a lot of explanation is the last thing I need.
Thinking of
cecilgene . Peter Buck of REM is not allowed anywhere near this display.
In the US it's called cotton candy. In Australia, they call it fairy floss. I wonder if it would give me that glucose rush that Input-C would, if I could find any.
Another view of the mall I went to last Sunday. The reason the center of the street is walled off is because they're adding Metro tracks. (yayayyaaayyyy light rail) I thought it was impossible to cross, but when we left, I found a police crosswalk.
I was going to say, doy, don't they know China White is a heroin analog? But a search reveals that tons of bars and lounges around the world share the name, and they don't even seem to be related. I don't think that was the name of this place, though, because I didn't see a separate entrance, and it looked like that sign was in MOJO.
So, only couples can go into Mojo? Aren't like 95% of people who go to clubs looking to hook up? This business plan is flawed.
Here's a view of the ENORMOUS apartment complex next to the malls. Early in the day I wished our apartment was there, but after a bland sandwich (blandwich? new word!) at Ruby Tuesday with two bottles of Corona which cost over $7 each, I really don't care that I'm a little further away in an area that's a bit quieter.
I got this picture of Brittany Murphy right as a security guard told me that there were no photos allowed in the mall. This was almost like the exact opposite of a moment of zen I had when I took out the camera to get the China White picture and a dude walked up to me to hand me a flyer for digital camera accessories. His timing was eerie.
I decided to quit fooling around and asked to go to the liquor store. This one had picnic tables outside and a sign reading "GOV'T APPROVED DRINKING AREA" on the wall. Yup, you can buy booze and sit outside and drink it. I wish I got a picture of the sign. Each of those bottles of Smirnoff was just 300 rupees, which is less than the weak screwdriver I got before. I'm currently drinking a proper screwdriver with orange juice that was in the fridge, but I also picked up this Minute Maid Pulpy Orange drink, which I've seen the commercial for about 47 times even though I've watched about an hour of TV. There are also billboards for it everywhere. And by "proper screwdriver" I mean the kind that makes you gag a bit the first couple of gulps. The smaller bottle looks like a Coca-Cola knockoff, and I'm very excited to try it.
I told the driver I won't need him tomorrow. The prices at the malls for booze (the one thing I really want there) are too high to justify putting on shoes to go there.
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