<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682</id><updated>2010-04-29T22:14:33.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arjun, Eve, Tricia &amp; Anupam @ carrotcurries.com</title><subtitle type='html'>Looking for porn and tips on how to improve your sex life? Not here buddy! The other 98% of the interwebs is devoted to that. Here are the things Arjun, Eve, Tricia &amp;amp; Anupam have been up to.

Some funny, some strange and a bit tasteless. Loads of random rambling and rants.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/blog.html'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-8186483623392069182</id><published>2010-04-06T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:14:33.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek humor'/><title type='text'>Why do computer engineers think Christmas and Halloween are the same?</title><content type='html'>Because DEC 25 is the same as OCT 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-8186483623392069182?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/8186483623392069182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=8186483623392069182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/8186483623392069182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/8186483623392069182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2010/04/why-do-computer-engineers-think.html' title='Why do computer engineers think Christmas and Halloween are the same?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03553603087298554245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11453092664965003189'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-4617630008665524893</id><published>2010-03-20T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:17:27.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great song on a bad album</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/chumbawamba2010_1-754455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/chumbawamba2010_1-753252.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Over time I've listened to most genres of music. Although I primarily stick to 3-4 genres, I'll listen to most. Recently, I've started listening to streaming music. Last week this one station had a spectacular playlist and I was glued to my chair, working and humming along. Being as obsessive-compulsive as I am, I usually look up the artist &amp;amp; album. On this day most of these were from albums I currently own or had owned at some point. And most of these albums were just putrid. 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font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;St. Anger/ Metallica /St. Anger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Earth intruders/ Bjork /Volta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Violet/ Hole /Live through this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tripping on a hole in a paper heart/ STP /Thank you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Human touch/ Springsteen /Human touch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Boys of summer/ Don Henley /Building the perfect beast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whip it/ Devo /Freedom on choice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gas panic/Oasis/Standing on the shoulders of giants&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm nothing/ Violent femmes /New Times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cult of personality/ Living color /Vivid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Take it back/ Pink Floyd /Division bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Soon, my favorite albums of all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-4617630008665524893?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/4617630008665524893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=4617630008665524893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4617630008665524893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4617630008665524893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2010/04/great-song-on-bad-album.html' title='A great song on a bad album'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-6255045518960302336</id><published>2010-02-09T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:23:05.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, the comedy is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was very sad a year back because I thought comedy was going to die. In particular political comedy. But-- Oh no! The comedy is back thanks to the morons at Fox News, Sarah Palin and the other ignoramuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The staggering amount of ignorance and idiocy these worthless humans exude is awes inspiring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm really excited about this year and the fact that Palin is going to be getting a LOT of face time on Fox. Sarah, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wasilla,_Alaska" title="Wasilla, Alaska"&gt;Wasilla, Alaska&lt;/a&gt; misses their village idiot. Because of you and the dumb as rat turd Fox crew, I have a new trick. When I need to drive long distances and the rest of the family is getting sleepy, I play your podcasts. The anger, aggravation and frustration of listening to your idiotic ranting keeps me going like caffeine can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My latest bit of amusement comes from the fact that Palin wants Emanuel to be fired because he said "f'ing retarded". She used the power of social media and the fact that her son has Down's Syndrome to score quick political points. But a couple of days later, the crusty Limbaugh used retarded multiple times in a statement. And she said--- wait for it--- "They are kooks, so I agree with Rush Limbaugh". Palin claiming Limbaugh was merely "using satire."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Logical consistency is just not possible for you is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You, Palin are nothing but a vile, pitiful, lying, manipulating, dumb religious zealot who parades her son in front of rubbish media companies because any means justifies the end, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-6255045518960302336?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/6255045518960302336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=6255045518960302336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/6255045518960302336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/6255045518960302336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2010/02/oh-yes-comedy-is-back.html' title='Oh yes, the comedy is back'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-8865489321905311817</id><published>2010-01-15T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:49:26.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/DSC_4033-719332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/DSC_4033-718829.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of the Facebook surveys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry vodka ginger ale sucked out by a red vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your profile picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Haight Ashbury Street Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you play Guitar Hero?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name someone who made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;11:15pm waiting for Anupam to get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Zurich probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;Not this year yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;I believe it, but my ex-es don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper?&lt;br /&gt;Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;The night Anita and I went out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who took your profile picture?&lt;br /&gt;Anupam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Was yesterday better than today?&lt;br /&gt;No, today is Friday, are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;Heck yeah, easily. We have a DVR ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you upset about anything?&lt;br /&gt;No, at this moment, give me a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;Umm... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Night out or night in?&lt;br /&gt;Night in. Super Mario Bros baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What item could you not go without during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Good food. Orgasmically good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What does the last text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;From Josh: Telling me that he's coming to see us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do you feel about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Content, thanks for asking. Nothing diamond earrings won't fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Hate, no. Really really don't like some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If we were to look in your Facebook inbox, what would we find?&lt;br /&gt;Plans for a trip to Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?&lt;br /&gt;I have two kids what do you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;br /&gt;Anita has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;The wheels on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Anita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Wanna have grandkids by the time you're 50?&lt;br /&gt;60 is a better number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Go to a meeting in Los Altos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;Way too much. Stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I'm easily amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How many hours a day do you spend on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Not much. Damn kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you could be anyone else for a day, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Rania Al Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Facebook or Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Chicken or Beef?&lt;br /&gt;Goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Mac or PC?&lt;br /&gt;Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever punched anyone in the face?&lt;br /&gt;I slapped my baby brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been punched in the face?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-8865489321905311817?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/8865489321905311817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=8865489321905311817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/8865489321905311817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/8865489321905311817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2010/01/33-questions.html' title='40 Questions'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03553603087298554245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11453092664965003189'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-1193159649542823059</id><published>2009-12-29T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:40:54.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ukiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas and us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This was the second year that Christmas was an abandoned plan. Last year mom was supposed to leave from Portland, fly into Sacramento, pick Grandma up and then both were fly to Los Angeles. But due to snow, mom was stuck in Portland and Grandma in Ukiah. So, we drove the 530 miles from LA to Ukiah. On Christmas Eve. Arjun was uncomfortable, Eve got seriously car sick about half way through and the gas station attendant refused to give us keys to the restroom. She was shivering and whimpering while we undressed her in the freezing cold, cleaned her, the car seat and her up. Everybody was miserable. We got to Grandma's at 4am and we exhausted all of Christmas day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This year due to our home being closed off to us, we decided to celebrate Christmas at Grandma's. Tricia, her mom and the kids left at about 11am for Grandma's but I stayed back to work for the day and then pick Aunt Kathy up at about 8pm and head up to Ukiah, which is almost 3 hours, but I can usually shave 20-30 minutes off. We get there at 10:30pm and were exhausted and just crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Poor Grandma wasn't quite prepared for us, so we had to pick up a prepackaged Christmas dinner from Whole Foods, very very good, but wasn't home made. T'giving and X'mas are mostly memorable because all of are in the kitchen working our magic. This time we reheated. So, OK, I embellished a little bit. Tricia did make a Cranberry sauce from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Overall we had fun, but next time, I'll have a story to tell that's not pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-1193159649542823059?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/1193159649542823059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=1193159649542823059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/1193159649542823059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/1193159649542823059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/12/christmas-and-us.html' title='Christmas and us'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-3030386577537680024</id><published>2009-12-23T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:00:23.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/natural_parenting-723380.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/natural_parenting-723380.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com"&gt;xkcd.com&lt;/a&gt;: A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-3030386577537680024?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://xkcd.com/674/' title='Natural Parenting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/3030386577537680024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=3030386577537680024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3030386577537680024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3030386577537680024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/12/natural-parenting.html' title='Natural Parenting'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03553603087298554245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11453092664965003189'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-6910393311164468520</id><published>2009-11-25T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:09:35.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math is hard Fox News</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Fox News discussed the relative support for Palin, Huckabee and Romney for the 2012 elections. And they came up with this gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/FoxNews-791420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/FoxNews-791417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Faux News!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-6910393311164468520?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/6910393311164468520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=6910393311164468520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/6910393311164468520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/6910393311164468520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/11/math-is-hard-fox-news.html' title='Math is hard Fox News'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-6370074229191269778</id><published>2009-11-18T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:15:24.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The car that almost made me believe in God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/dodge-viper-srt10-12803-731814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/dodge-viper-srt10-12803-731629.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The Dodge Viper RT/10 GTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This nutso car is a V10, 8L, 415hp unstable, horrible brakes, badly designed with passenger safety an after thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I drove this car for the first time in 1999, when I was looking at replacing my ride and was contemplating between a bunch of nutty cars. I walked into a Dodge dealership on Tualatin Valley Highway, close to my place in Hillsboro, Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why Dodge? Well, I wanted something with a bit more performance than the Toyota Camry/Honda Accord that my colleagues were driving; my dishwasher has more style. Plus, I didn't give a damn about resale value. So, back to the the dealership. I drove in, in my hideous Nissan Maxima, hoping to leave it there and never look back. I wanted to trade predictability for unbridled power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I talk to the schmucky sales dude there and he walked me around, showing me everything they had that was a V8 and above. Most were uninteresting on a good day. I was almost ready to head over to the CPJ (Chrysler-Plymouth-Jeep) across the street when he said that he had a Viper that only had 5k miles and was about a year old. I was very interested, but tried to look as bored as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He showed me a 1998 Dodge Viper RT/10 GTS. It was much more than I intended to spend. But I want to driver her. I could almost taste the adrenalin. The GTS is a coupe with slightly bubbled roof sections to imply that one would wear helmets. The reference to racing was almost too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He asked if I want to take her for a spin, boy, did I! So they checked my credit, driving record etc. Then he pulled the car out and we did the usual drive up TV Highway towards a solitary stretch heading away from Hillsboro. We ended up on some rural-ish highway. He pulls over and asks me to take over. I step in, and immediately realize that this car was not built for 5'6" South Asian men. I sat way too low... way too low and the seat didn't really adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I strap in and gently put her in first and touch the pedal. That is when I realize that the pedal had two positions: on and off. You either got all 415hp or not. I spun my wheels like a madman and quickly worked my way to fourth. This car was insanely fast with horrible brakes, my crappy Maxima could stop faster than this thing. Suddenly I began to respect Nissan, for not wanting to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I knew I hadn't even started pushing the envelope with this car. There was much more... much much more. History lesson, this car has been pitted against super cars multiple times and has always left the others in the dust but was mocked for it's braking. I would think that would a fundamental part of the design, but what do I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The chassis on this car was shaking. I felt like things were going to fall apart soon and wished I'd brought my helmet with me. My teeth were rattling, vision blurry. That is when the coke head car salesman said "C'mon pantywaist, you can do better than that". When the gauntlet hit my face, I lead footed it. The car turned into a badly designed airplane. I think I may have peed myself and the car dude soiled his pants as we were fast approaching a turn. I started pumping the brakes because there was no freakin' ABS. I really really did not want to be remembered by a ribbon around a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Our blessed lady of oversteer smiled upon us and we got back to the dealership soon thereafter. In silence. With the smell of defecation hanging heavy between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I drove home in my Maxima. I was going to live another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/1995_Nissan_Maxima_QX_01-718190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/1995_Nissan_Maxima_QX_01-718182.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-6370074229191269778?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dodge_Viper' title='The car that almost made me believe in God'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/6370074229191269778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=6370074229191269778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/6370074229191269778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/6370074229191269778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/11/car-that-almost-made-me-believe-in-god.html' title='The car that almost made me believe in God'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-626291084659309724</id><published>2009-11-08T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:12:45.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbath's War Pigs and Ozzy's War Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today as I was working in the backyard, weeding, I had the music cranked up... way higher than I should. I was outside most of the day, so I went through a lot of music, which included "Paranoid" a Black Sabbath album that I rocked out to while pulling weeds and of course sang along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interestingly, the next album that played was Ozzy Osbourne's "The Ozzman Cometh", which has War Pigs on it too. Considering weeding is such a mindless task, I was paying attention to the song and realized that the lyrics in Ozzy's version are quite different from the original Sabbath version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is the Black Sabbath version, which is essentially an anti-war anthem penned by Tony Iommi, Ozzy Osbourne, Bill Ward, and Geezer Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/black-sabbath-paranoid-798268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/black-sabbath-paranoid-798263.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Generals gathered in their masses,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; just like witches at black masses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Evil minds that plot destruction,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; sorcerers of death's construction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; In the fields the bodies burning,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; as the war machine keeps turning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Death and hatred to mankind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; poisoning their brainwashed minds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Oh lord, yeah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Politicians hide themselves away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; They only started the war.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Why should they go out to fight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; They leave that role to the poor, yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Time will tell on their power minds,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; making war just for fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Treating people just like pawns in chess,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; wait till their judgement day comes, yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Now in darkness world stops turning,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; ashes where the bodies burning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; No more War Pigs have the power,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Hand of God has struck the hour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Day of judgement, God is calling,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; on their knees the war pigs crawling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Begging mercies for their sins,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Oh lord, yeah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, Ozzy's version, was the original that the band penned and discarded has nothing to do with the Sabbath version's theme, but retains the rhythm and beat, plus he adds a healthy dose of unnecessary satanic crap. It's a lot less sophisticated than the "original".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Ozzy-798982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Ozzy-798705.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Witches gather at black masses&lt;br /&gt;Bodies burning in red ashes&lt;br /&gt;On the hill the church in ruin.&lt;br /&gt;Is the scene of evil doings&lt;br /&gt;It's a place for all black sinners&lt;br /&gt;Watch them eating dead rats' inners.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the same, whereever you may go&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry banners which denounce the lord&lt;br /&gt;See me rocking in my grave&lt;br /&gt;See them anoint my head with dead rat's blood&lt;br /&gt;See them stick the stake through me&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold me back cause I just gotta go&lt;br /&gt;(Sat'n/They) got a hold of my soul now&lt;br /&gt;Lords got my brain instinct with blood obscene&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes I'm there enough&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the scene a priest appears&lt;br /&gt;Sinners falling at his knees&lt;br /&gt;Satan sends out funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;Casts the priest into the fire&lt;br /&gt;It's the place for all bad sinners.&lt;br /&gt;Watch them eating dead rats' inners&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the same, whereever you may go&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-626291084659309724?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_Pigs' title='Sabbath&apos;s War Pigs and Ozzy&apos;s War Pigs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/626291084659309724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=626291084659309724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/626291084659309724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/626291084659309724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/11/sabbaths-war-pigs-and-ozzys-war-pigs.html' title='Sabbath&apos;s War Pigs and Ozzy&apos;s War Pigs'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-3197652314310467027</id><published>2009-10-23T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:34:16.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows 7 Whopper</title><content type='html'>Once again, the Japanese have proved that Japan is the coolest and oddest countries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burger King in Japan has a Windows 7 Whopper, with 7 meat patties, for ¥777 ($8.5), for 7 days. Check out this ridiculous meat tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Windows7Whopper-774571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Windows7Whopper-774571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it comes with Steve Balmer action figure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-3197652314310467027?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/3197652314310467027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=3197652314310467027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3197652314310467027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3197652314310467027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/10/windows-whopper.html' title='Windows 7 Whopper'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-7129226801657322228</id><published>2009-09-24T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:29:20.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badass Khalsa</title><content type='html'>If you're not down with the religion of Sikhism, a quick background: these guys are given a sword right after birth and are obligated to carry them all the time. The Khalsas are a hardcore warrior sect of the Sikhs. For a while they even wanted to carve their own country out of India, but that is a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of a badass Khalsa on his Suzuki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Khalsa-795718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Khalsa-795711.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sanity questionable? Yes.&amp;nbsp; Ridiculously hardcore? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-7129226801657322228?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sikh' title='Badass Khalsa'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/7129226801657322228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=7129226801657322228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/7129226801657322228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/7129226801657322228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/09/badass-khalsa.html' title='Badass Khalsa'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-6043357745259061526</id><published>2009-09-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:33:18.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indians'/><title type='text'>Grenadier Yogender Singh Yadav, Ghatak Commando, PVC</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned a few days back, most people don't know that India has had a turbulent history with invaders coming from across the world. These have been coming for silk, spices, religion and a plethora of reasons. So we've seen the Mongols, Mughals, Afghans, English, French, Portuguese and more recently Chinese, Pakistanis, Bangladeshis and even Sri Lankans wage wars, invasions and terrorist attacks. Though India hasn't really attacked any nation ever... well, unless you count Goa, Pondicherry and Daman/Diu, where the Portuguese and French had small colonies, which were liberated in the 60's, she certainly has been at the recieving end often. For this reason the Indian defense forces are always involved in border "skirmishes". This is the story of the Kargil War, fought over the line of control in Kashmir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/kargil15-706017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/kargil15-706012.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's go to 1999. India and Pakistan were already getting all pissy with each other. Pakistan crossed the line, literally, by entering the Kargil district in the Indian state of Jammu &amp;amp; Kashmir. This act escalated things and both countries were at war for about 3 months between May-July 1999. One of the things India needed to do to regain advantage was to recapture strategic peaks like Tiger Hill on the NH 1A (National highway 1A) route. This sounds easy, but let me explain Tiger Hill to the uninitiated. This "hill" is 18,000 feet high, that is about 5,500 meters. Denali is about 20,000 feet high, which is the tallest mountain in North America. So, obviously the Indians have a sense of humor, Tiger "Hill" my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on 4rd July 1999, Grenadier Yogender Singh Yadav a Ghatak Commando was tasked to scale a "hill" and win a war. Now, Ghatak translates to "lethal" in Hindi. So, obviously, some serious badassery is involved to get on this unit. Their role is to act as shock troops and conduct assaults against enemy positions, usually without support from the rest of the battalion. These crazies carry the INSAS assault rifles and stainless steel nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/SSG30-723671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/SSG30-723668.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ghatak Commandos are also paratroopers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's call him Yogi bear cause he just sounds snuggly like a cuddly bunny. Yogi bear, is a commando in the 18th Grenadiers, a unit which has the distinction of the highest number of "Param Vir Chakras", the highest medal of gallantry, among all Indian Army's Infantry Regiments. Screw it, I'm going to call him Grenadier Yadav, he deserves that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grenadier Yadav, offered to lead the assault up the 17,000 odd feet to the first bunker. His job was to not only take over the bunkers filled with Pakistani soldiers armed to the teeth, but also to set up the ropes to ensure the rest of his platoon could follow him up. Yup, piece of cake says he, as he prepares to climb in the -30 degrees Celsius, about -22 degrees Fahrenheit. So, yeah it was nippy outside, and yes there was a whipping wind. Lastly this was at 11pm. Sounds like a fun day hike to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was working his way up with his platoon commander and a squad of other commandos following him as he'd fix the ropes on the cliff face. They were most of the way up and hear the unmistakable sounds of an RPG. Yup, the Pakistani soldiers were shelling them with a few rocket-propelled grenades and followed that up with heavy machine guns. The Pakistanis were bang on. His entire squad including his commander lost their lives. Grenadier Yadav was shot several times in his shoulder and his groin. Ordinary men would have given up at that point, but not our vsevolod here. He just gets really really upset and pretty much scales the rest of the "hill" like Spiderman. He gets to the top of the cliff, flips his rifle on full auto and charges the bunker, screaming bloody murder, rifle blazing while lobbing grenades. The Pakistanis to thier credit are trying really hard to stop him with more RPG and other heavy artillery fire. Grenadier Yadav, silences all of them, then rather than rest on his laurels, he pulls out his ice axe and charges bunker #2 of 3. He takes over bunker #2 with some serious hand to hand combat. None of that pansy Karate Kid nonsense, ice axes and lethal blows to the larynx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of his platoon joined him, after scaling the ropes he had set up and suggested that he be taken to safety considering the gushing blood from his groin. He looks at them like they're off their rocker and charges at full tilt towards bunker #3. His platoon follows him and in minutes Tiger Hill was back in the control of the Indian Army. This was a divisive victory and turned the war in India's favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/YogendraSinghYadav-780220.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/tigerhill-750955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/tigerhill-750935.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Indian flag on Tiger Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President of India awarded the "Param Vir Chakra" to Grenadier Yadav posthumously for his show of gallantry and selflessness on Tiger Hill. But here is the problem. He um, wasn't dead. They just assumed that after being shot several times and breaking multiple bones in the hand to hand combat, nobody would survive. Nope, not this guy... he was at the military hospital in New Delhi recovering. Getting ready for another tour of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/YogendraSinghYadav-780220.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/YogendraSinghYadav-780076.gif" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Grenadier Yogender Singh Yadav in the center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-1592499102807084845?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/1592499102807084845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=1592499102807084845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/1592499102807084845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/1592499102807084845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/09/vsevolod-indians.html' title='Vsevolod Indians'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-3250628315052948182</id><published>2009-09-05T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:33:37.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>If I could, where would I be right now?</title><content type='html'>Tricia and I have been traveling less than we used to. Combined we've lived in 4 countries and have visited 20. Since we've had Eve and Arjun, we've hit our dry spell. We did go to Australia with Eve and to India with both the kids. But, I'll be the first to admit that the India trip was probably a mistake. Arjun was 6 months old and needed 3 naps a day. You live, you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list of 10 places we want to go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Mohenjo daro &amp; Harappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; In the Punjab/Sindh area of Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/mohenjo-daro-pakistan-sw-774675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/mohenjo-daro-pakistan-sw-774668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; Shall I start with my Paki jokes? These megacities were the birthplace of the Indus River Civilization, which created the culture of the Indian subcontinent. We've been to Lothal, which was interesting, but the money sites are all in Pakistan. As an Indian I can now get a visa for Pakistan to finally visit my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; Though, my perception is that I could get a tourist visa easily, this may not be entirely true. I'm sure there will be flaming hoops I'll have to jump through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Meghalaya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; A small state in north western India. The state's name literally translates to "Abode in the clouds". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/shillong-733016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/shillong-733011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; This state has the some of the most spectacular old growth rain forests in the Indian subcontinent. Shillong, the capital city is supposedly one of the prettiest state capitals in India and is the gateway to Bangladesh. This trip could turn out to be a twofer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; Not too many airlines fly to Shillong from Bombay. Plus the state is relatively poor and the infrastructure is mostly non existent making travel to places like the Garo Hills challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Tibet/Bhutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; Both countries are nestled between India and China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/tibet2-748867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/tibet2-748862.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibet above and Bhutan below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/bhutan-722208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/bhutan-722148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; The stark beauty of these arid countries. The dying culture. The dramatic colors. The architecture. I could go on, but I romanticize both these countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; Bhutan is easy-ish to get to. There are flight both from New Delhi and Calcutta. Tibet on the other hand is difficult to get to because of the Chinese. There are ridiculous visa restrictions in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; South eastern Europe or Western Asia, depending on which province you're currently standing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Capadocia-776025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Capadocia-775990.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; Firstly, we have many god friends from here and have heard interesting stories. But, that by itself does not sell it. The Anatolian peninsula is one of the oldest inhabited regions in the world. I'm especially interested in heading to Neolithic settlements like Çatalhöyük &amp; Çayönü. I'm also interested in heading to Troy and of course Byzantium/Constantinople/Istanbul for all the history lessons. And one more word: Capadocia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; It won't be. We'll have to pick up some Turkish like "Götüne koyarim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; Like Turkey, Egypt too is transcontinental. She sits between Africa and Asia. The Suez Canal sits between the two parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/FeluccaCruise-749176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/FeluccaCruise-749153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; First the blatantly obvious: The Great Pyramid of Khufu. The Pyramid of Kafhre. The smaller Pyramid of Menkaura. The other places we're interested in are Sinai, towns in the Upper Egypt area and a Felucca cruise on the Nile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; No reason. I imagine the culture is very similar to South Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Kingdom of Cambodia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; To the east of Thailand, next to Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Angkor-Wat-sunset-714784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Angkor-Wat-sunset-714778.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; Angkor, the world's largest pre-industrial civilization, and Angkor Wat the temple at it's epicenter. Koh Thonsáy, an island with beautiful white sand beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; Land mines. None of the areas we're interested in have them any more, but there are other areas that still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; The largest country in north-west South America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/mao_manaus_amazon_village_b-798039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/mao_manaus_amazon_village_b-798029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; So many reasons, Manaus, São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Recife, Porto Alegre and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; This country is huge and whitting the list down would make us miserable. And yes, we'd like to visit Florianópolis and Belém too. To many choices, aaaaarrrgh.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Iceland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; An island country located in the North Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/iceland-countryside-756755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/iceland-countryside-756331.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; The terrain in Iceland is so rugged due to centuries of volcanic activity; this is where the US tested their lunar landing module that eventually drove on the moon. Glaciers, mountains, volcanoes, dramatic lava fields, countless waterfalls and naturally heated hot tubs, perfect for sitting in to watch the northern lights. Sounds awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; Björk and Sigur Rós. But seriously, it's bloody expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Kenya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; In Eastern Africa, next to Somalia and Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/photo-kenya-kikuyu-d-045.3-728035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/photo-kenya-kikuyu-d-045.3-728024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; Safaris through the 19 national parks and game preserves, the mosques at Mombasa, the Great Rift Valley; the coffee plantations at Thika, view Mt. Kilimanjaro and its spectacular beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; There has been a substantial amount of tribal violence since 2008's elections, though things are quiet now, should be avoided while traveling with kids in the near future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is that?&lt;/span&gt; In South America, situated on the western side, next to Brazil and Columbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/09_Machu_Picchu-773297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/09_Machu_Picchu-773289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do we want to go here?&lt;/span&gt; Machu Picchu, the lost city floating in a kingdom of clouds, high in the Andes Mountains of Peru, a mysterious settlement that the Incas built, occupied, and deserted, all in less than a century. With 84 of the earth's 104 known life zones, Peru is rich in wildlife diversity. The Amazon basin is home to pink dolphins, jaguars, giant river otters, primates and more. Peruvian music, food and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why this trip would be difficult?&lt;/span&gt; No reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I cheated, the list above are places we'd like to today but are slightly out of reach, so places I did not mention because I know I will make it before I get to the list above: Switzerland (Tricia's first love), Mexico (Teotihuacán), China (Forbidden City, Xi'an)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others up for consideration: Jordan, Israel, Iran, Sri Lanka, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Lithuania, Netherlands, Scotland, Zimbabwe, French Polynesia, Venezuela, Côte d'Ivoire, Haiti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-3250628315052948182?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/3250628315052948182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=3250628315052948182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3250628315052948182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3250628315052948182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/09/if-i-could-where-would-i-be-right-now.html' title='If I could, where would I be right now?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03553603087298554245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11453092664965003189'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-973191414237140022</id><published>2009-09-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:33:06.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><title type='text'>Ranting About Healthcare Reform</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of posts on social media about health care reform.  Most seem to be in favor of some sort of reform, as am I.  Others posted inflammatory messages that I just truly don't fathom.  In my economics class I learned that capitalism is fueled by self interest and indeed it is.  But is that really a good thing in the long run? Is a system that focuses on the individual ultimately what is going to keep the world turning for another 1000 years?  I don't think so, because everyone wants to drive their minivan or SUV just because they have visitors once a year and *might* need the extra space.  I don't think so, because no one wants to be inconvenienced by having to sort out their recycling from the garbage.  So many people want smaller government, but if everyone is out there only looking out for their own self interest what is to stop them from taking advantage of the little guy?  Aren't we all little guys as individuals and supposedly only two paychecks away from loosing our homes? Is that always really always a result of bad choice?  Refusing to implement public services means yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you would change your mind if it meant *your* business had to go under, your child couldn't get a seat in the local public magnet school, or because you chose to be a teacher (yes, teachers do work for practically free - so why wouldn't doctors?  - And to be honest, I don't think they would ever have to, even with a public health care system) and you can't afford to live in the neighborhood that will give your child the best education - as good as what you are giving other people's kids.  Don't we all want firemen to rush to our homes to put out a fire?  What about keeping police officers around to nab murderers and rapists and kidnappers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hear people floating the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;socialism&lt;/span&gt; around.  What is so effing wrong with socialism?  They spit it out like its a bad word, like...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;communism&lt;/span&gt;, or something.  Or do they perhaps confuse it with the word communism?  They aren't the same things, you know. Socialist economies are essentially still capitalistic, they just pay a higher percent of taxes in order to gain more governmental services.  That is a far cry from a communist government telling you who's going to be a doctor, what to watch on TV, who's going to grow veggies or wheat, who's going to become an educator or an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are basic things that people need to survive and shouldn't we as a community do our best to ensure people can reach their highest potential.  Doesn't it make sense to invest in our human capital today for a better future tomorrow? Isn't that why we have public schools? Eliminating the need to worry about basic things such as health care, will help do that. I don't think it's too much to expect that things such as health care, education, infrastructure such as our streets and highways, modes of transportation such as public transportation, and the many other things our tax dollars pay for are run by the government.  That's part of what they are there for - to provide those services, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me over and over again how people can't see beyond themselves.  We do live in a capitalistic world that is self centered.  Those are the values that we were raised with.  Get out of your homes people!  Leave your comfort zone.  Travel the world and see how other systems work before deciding they will fail.  I mean it's pretty obvious where our priorities are if we can even consider a ignorant floozy like Palin, who thinks she has international experience because Alaska is next door to Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted today that they are tired of reading all the posts that are fear mongering.  She was right, no one should be subjected to the fear mongering that the Republican party has caused at all those town hall meetings, specifically with respect to death panels, which has since been proven not to even be in the proposal! Focus on the facts.  The fear mongering is just a sign of their own fear of change and that *gasp* they might be forced to actually do something worth while and beneficial to others over themselves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted that the cash-for-clunkers was an abysmal failure. I don't know where she gets her news, but the cash for clunkers was so HUGELY successful that they extended the deadline and budget allotted to it.  Just because the website was clogged from volume of users isn't an indication of the success of the program. Even private firms have trouble with expansion of hardware and servers when their businesses are more successful than expected. In everything we do, there is always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same poster said that no one has died from not having health care.  Again, I don't know where she got her statistics from but people unable to afford health care and then who get cancer and can’t afford treatment (I mean let's face it, who can afford the treatment with the prices where they are at)are forced to allow their cancer to progress until it is terminal (where perhaps it could have been treatable).  Because they can't get treatment, they don't do anything until they land up in the emergency room (where we all pay for them anyways with our tax dollars. Damn that socialism!). These are the people who die from lack of health care. (Oh, and if it were a doctor failing to diagnose properly, or a family choosing for religious reasons not to medically treat their child, they are sued for malpractice or neglect!  Is not allowing people in need, and also wanting to get treatment, but are unable to get it because of rising costs or a lack of health care just a neglect of the government or society)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this current financial crisis, the number one cause of home foreclosure was not due to bad consumer choices, but because people couldn’t make their payments because they fell sick. The propaganda fed to the public about UK and Canadian health care systems are out and out myths.  Please call any of our Canadian neighbors and ask what they think...  Have you traveled to Canada, or France, or Sweden to find out for yourself, or do you just simply believe what is fed to you on Fox News?  Remember, people are only after their own self-interest.  Why would they tell you what you should hear instead of what will benefit them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I moved back to the country a few years back after traveling the world. This time he was a legal immigrant and I was pregnant. He was refused health care coverage because he hadn't been in the country long enough (before getting his green card, my mom had to sign an affidavit saying that she would be financially responsible for him if he couldn't support himself for the next 10 years. She had to do this just so he could get his green card.  That means that his not having health insurance would have ultimately affected my mom had he had a tragedy) and because I (his wife) was a preexisting condition.  I was a pre-existing condition - repeated for those of you who didn't get it the first time.  Not his health or anything to do with him.  Me, as a pregnant woman married to him. What did we do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, I feel immensely fortunate to be living in a country where such a debate is possible. Where, I hope, a huge change is about to take place.  A country of which I am proud (almost) for the first time in my life for having elected Obama.  To have witnessed a campaign that inspired me to get involved (or at least have an opinion).  Don't let me down now, Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, health care reform is about the bigger picture.  It's about serving the greater interest over the individual.  And although Obama has thus far refused to play this card, this is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;moral issue&lt;/span&gt;. And, we should not tolerate anyone not being able to receive health care.  It's for our future as a whole.  So that we can be healthy and strong enough to fight off all those dangerous (and dare I say imaginary) terrorists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-973191414237140022?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/973191414237140022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=973191414237140022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/973191414237140022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/973191414237140022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/09/ranting-about-healthcare-reform.html' title='Ranting About Healthcare Reform'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03553603087298554245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11453092664965003189'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-8823652014435979885</id><published>2009-08-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:47:12.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anupam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Iron man lives again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;esterday we headed over to the San Mateo County Fair and as always we had some compilation of classic rock playing in the car. We were quietly singing along as the intro of Black Sabbath's Iron Man started playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Has he lost his mind?&lt;br /&gt;Can he see or is he blind?&lt;br /&gt;Can he walk at all,&lt;br /&gt;Or if he moves will he fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eve asked Anupam, "Baba, is this Ozzy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anupam is convinced that his job here is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Black_Sabbath-Reunion-Frontal-795470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Black_Sabbath-Reunion-Frontal-795465.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-8823652014435979885?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.spike.com/video/black-sabbath-iron/2734875' title='Iron man lives again!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/8823652014435979885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=8823652014435979885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/8823652014435979885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/8823652014435979885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/08/iron-man-lives-again.html' title='Iron man lives again!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03553603087298554245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11453092664965003189'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-3812776542727942039</id><published>2009-08-10T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:35:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deposit checks using your iPhone</title><content type='html'>For a while I've been wondering about the plight of checks. With online banking, EFT, electronic bill pay etc, it seems silly to waste paper writing out checks. Plus there is the expected latency. Sure there are some business that still write out checks, but that number is dwindling fast. In fact when I'd moved to the US over 10 years back, I used to see people pay using a check at the grocery store. I don't see that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ready about USAA (yes, you read that right) using an iPhone app to take pictures of the check and transmit it to them. “We’re essentially taking an image of the check, and once you hit the send button, that image is going into our deposit-taking system as any other check would,” said Wayne Peacock, a USAA executive vice president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, USAA is not in the top 20 banks in the country, but they are a Fortune 500 financial services company that serves serving or retired US military families. They were formed in 1922 by some army offices to self insure each other. They called the company "Unites States Army Automobiles Association" and later changed to "Unites States Automobiles Association" as other branches of the military were included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/check_600-759232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/check_600-759230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not have to mail the check to the bank ever. The deposit is handled electronically, and the bank suggests voiding the check and filing or discarding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this feature isn't just out of the blue. A few years back they had introduced the concept of customers scanning checks for depositing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other banks will probably follow this story and offer something similar soon. Hopefully they remember there are iPhone-phobes out there, like ummm... Blackberry weenies like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random trivia: They have one branch and are the 3rd biggest single occupancy building in the country, after the Sears Tower and the Pentagon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-3812776542727942039?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/10/technology/10check.html?_r=1' title='Deposit checks using your iPhone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/3812776542727942039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=3812776542727942039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3812776542727942039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/3812776542727942039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/08/deposit-checks-using-your-iphone.html' title='Deposit checks using your iPhone'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-7178423494412952388</id><published>2009-08-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:26:09.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Costs of childbirth at the Santa Monica Hospital in 1952</title><content type='html'>This was the year my mom was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/SantaMonicaHospital-717053.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 545px; height: 806px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/SantaMonicaHospital-717053.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that the prices are published. All this was before stupid lawsuits, ridiculously overpriced lobbyists and Siamese twin pharmaceutical companies. Sure, infant mortality has gone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Eve and Arjun at home in a tub. Arjun though had to be taken to the hospital due to some &lt;a href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/2008/06/arjun-was-born.html"&gt;complications&lt;/a&gt;. So, lets see, born at home, we drove him ourselves to the hospital and checked him into the NICU. He was there for just over 2 days. Our insurance was billed for over $7000. Let me reiterate, he was in the NICU for just over 2 days and we were billed for over SEVEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An average normal birth is billed at close to $10,000. Add complications and the bill doubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care that the leading cause of personal bankruptcy filings is medical expenses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care that the number of uninsured Americans increases by over 10,000 people every day, which does not include the under-insured? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there are over 150 million un/under insured in this country today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about Autumn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? &lt;a href="http://www.maisiecrow.com/index.html"&gt;Read her story&lt;/a&gt; (Love me). Do you think she can afford health care? She's just 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about all those people who aren't as well off as you. It's not your problem. But do listen to the wing nuts at companies who dictate your premiums and what they'll cover or umm... not. These bureaucrats push the right wingers to oppose any competition the government may pose in health care. They throw words like socialism around, yeah, that is a synonym for communism. Numb nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think this is about somebody else? Think about your family, extended family, friends... are they all really covered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read your insurance policy to understand inclusions and exclusions. Do not become a victim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please... please understand the issue of &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/issues/health_care/"&gt;health care reform&lt;/a&gt; before making a stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
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http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-644161031862653932?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/644161031862653932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=644161031862653932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/644161031862653932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/644161031862653932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/07/moronic-ea-marketing.html' title='EA Marketing = Fail'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-7101340603811116118</id><published>2009-07-20T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:26:51.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotation'/><title type='text'>My favorite quotation of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If anyone tells you he is never afraid, he is a liar or he is a Gurkha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw, MC (On the Indian Army's Gurkha Regiment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Indian_Army_Gurkha_rifles-723774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/Indian_Army_Gurkha_rifles-723478.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-7101340603811116118?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/7101340603811116118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=7101340603811116118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/7101340603811116118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/7101340603811116118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/07/my-favorite-quotation-of-all-time.html' title='My favorite quotation of all time'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-2542595918867707038</id><published>2009-07-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:13:26.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arjun'/><title type='text'>Naked kids at home</title><content type='html'>Today I read an article in the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/16/garden/16nudity.html?_r=1"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt; about children wanting to be naked. One particular section in the article made me think about what my reaction would have been to this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Upon picking up her son, Hayden, from his friend’s house in Burlingame, Calif., last year, Rachael Dominguez, an optician, said she was stunned when the friend’s mom told her that Hayden, who turns 6 next month, was not welcome back because he had undressed and urinated in the yard. “She said, ‘I just think it’s a bad example for my children and I think he shouldn’t come over and do that anymore,’ ” said Ms. Dominguez, 42.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are two parts to the situation above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Being naked&lt;br /&gt;b) Urinating in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets deal with the second one first. For a child who is almost 6, urinating in someone else's backyard, certainly not acceptable. Ms. Dominguez needs to make sure that Hayden is made to understand that some he is (probably) allowed to do at home is not acceptable at other places. A non controversial example is that Hayden (or my kids) should not open someone else's fridge and help themselves to stuff without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the nudity. Well, the lady in Burlingame (very close to where I live actually) is overreacting. No kid would be scarred for life by seeing a naked body. If something in not acceptable in your home, make the rules very clear. If broken, let the child's mom know what is acceptable and figure out what needs to happen. Freaking out never helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now my thought about kids wanting to be naked and what people think. First there are two situations here. One is at home and the other is in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a private situation, my kids can be naked for as long as they want, as long as that does not come in the way of any scheduling like heading off to school, the park... or just heading out. After a bath both the kids have "nangu time", translates to naked time. They run around, squealing, chasing each other and just having a good time. When I turn on the sprinklers in the backyard, Eve strips down before running around naked on the grass. Arjun can't be trusted to be naked for too long cause he pees/poops on the floor (twice so far) and stands there, points and it and says "Ooooh!". But he gets supervised naked time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next situation is with people at home. Well, it depends on the people, if it's relatives, it's all good. With other people, we haven't been in a situation too often. Eve used to bathe with her friend Eliana and then they would be naked, but that was a couple of years back. I don't think Eliana's parents thought anything about naked babies playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last situation is being in public. This one's tricky and has plenty of facets. One is the beach. I'm all for kids being naked in safe places. If someone else takes offense it is their puritanical obsession with sexuality and thereby child abuse. Anytime there is a discussion of children being nude in public, there is always a religious wing-nut who has something demented to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't understand why people think that naked kids are more susceptible to sexual abuse. If that was true, we'd see the majority of sexual abuse incidents should be of the kids who were naked, and I'm pretty sure that is incorrect. Clothes don't magically stop child abuse. It's similar to what some idiots say about women who were dressed skimpily and was sexually assaulted... "She was just asking for it". The clothes have NOTHING to do with this kind of abuse, it the deviant who's responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am appalled that some would impose their own (skewed, misplaced) sexuality on pure beings. I want my children to be comfortable with their bodies. Let them run free and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/1952_Big_Smile-795576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/1952_Big_Smile-795569.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
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Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-4229688166140669522?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Sf_yWEyGS8' title='India&apos;s got talent: Super Mario'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/4229688166140669522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=4229688166140669522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4229688166140669522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4229688166140669522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/07/indias-got-talent-super-mario.html' title='India&apos;s got talent: Super Mario'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-4738767619568897373</id><published>2009-07-05T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:42:27.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Eve *really* loves coffee</title><content type='html'>Eve loves the smell of coffee. Whenever I make some, she runs over to sniff it. Sometimes she takes a bean to carry in her purse to smell during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't met her, this is Eve. She's 3.5 years old. Quite the rapscallion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/DSC_3427-764448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/DSC_3427-764442.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the evening I was making dinner for everybody and as I was assembling the burgers, I heard Eve scream out and then whimper. I asked her what happened and she said that she was sniffing the coffee bean and sucked it up into her nostril. We could not see it lodged in there, so we tried to have her blow it out. No luck. Tricia called emergency care to figure out what we needed to do. While I went inside to get dressed and head off to the hospital with Tricia, I heard a loud cheer from Tricia and her mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out to see a mucous-ey coffee bean sitting on the floor. Everybody looked really relieved and Arjun stopped looking so concerned. We asked her if she understood what had happened. She said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was sniffing the yummy coffee bean and it went up my nose all the way to my head. Then I sneezed it out.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned. From now, she can only play with/sniff onions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-4738767619568897373?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/4738767619568897373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=4738767619568897373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4738767619568897373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4738767619568897373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/07/eve-really-loves-coffee.html' title='Eve *really* loves coffee'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-4734565173715674866</id><published>2009-06-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:25:13.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Inept TV fathers</title><content type='html'>Continuing my theme about fathers. Last Sunday was fathers day which we celebrated by going camping and eating a lot of meat. We even threw in a few short hikes at Standish-Hickey State Park. On one hike Eve saw a river, stripped naked and jumped right in. Arjun managed to fill the hood of his sweatshirt with pebbles and dirt. A nice weekend away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point to this rant is the portrayal of fathers on TV. Inept, bumbling, buffoons who are obsessed with sports and hod rods. So I have to admit that I enjoy sports and cars, but that is not the be-all and end-all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tim Taylor (Tool Time)&lt;br /&gt;- Al Bundy (Married With Children)&lt;br /&gt;- Arthur Spooner (King of Queens)&lt;br /&gt;- Ray Barone (Everybody Loves Raymond)&lt;br /&gt;- Peter Griffin (Family Guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... just make me want to punch the writers in mouth. Most of these dads can't change a diaper without injuring themselves. In fact the stereotype has been extended to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get hit with a soccer ball in the groin&lt;br /&gt;- Prat falling on everything&lt;br /&gt;- Always in over his head with being a father + husband at the same time&lt;br /&gt;- Get nervous and bumble around women perceived to be hotter than his wife&lt;br /&gt;- Generally pushovers&lt;br /&gt;- Wears sports jerseys ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;- Make a mess in the kitchen while reheating a pizza in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;- Drink excessive amounts of beer&lt;br /&gt;- Basically incapable of handling anything without adult supervision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with the powers that be and the writers in TV land? Can they never have a normal dad who loves his wife and kids? Well, I'm that normal guy. I used to be the guy who put his career and ambition ahead of everything. Now, I have a one year old and a three year old depending on Tricia and me to expose and polish all the facets of their personality. Can I do it? Well, I try my level best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the inept dad already. It's not funny anymore. All it implies is that the woman's job is to run the house and manage the kids, whereas the father provides slapstick comic relief. Sexist and not even original anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
http://carrotcurries.com/blog.html&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965682-4734565173715674866?l=www.carrotcurries.com%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/4734565173715674866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965682&amp;postID=4734565173715674866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4734565173715674866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965682/posts/default/4734565173715674866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carrotcurries.com/2009/06/inept-tv-fathers.html' title='Inept TV fathers'/><author><name>carrotcurries.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04885221704907299451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07932014709804949732'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965682.post-5332708895257752244</id><published>2009-06-19T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:25:20.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32nd Haight-Ashbury Street Fair</title><content type='html'>Last week we went to the Haight-Ashbury Street Fair. Usually we head off for date nights, but in this time we decided to head off by 2pm to the city. We've kind of turned into losers where we get tired and want to pass out by 11pm. I fight to stay awake to watch Stewart/Colbert. But enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen showed up at about 2pm and we headed off almost immediately. In 25 minutes we were in the city and parked right off of Castro &amp; 15th, which gave us a bit of a walk to Haight, but it was a really nice day to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street had the usual buzzing tourists, students and wanna-be hippies, besides the residents who watched the pandemonium unfold from the safety and comfort of their balconies. We had a nice time walking around, looking at little craft shops, watching and smiling at the people toking on their pipes. The cops kept a watchful eye on the whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even the ubiquitous "Show us your tits" sign on a window with a bunch of drunk 20 somethings armed with camera phones. And they also added the afterthought sign that read "Don't worry we're gay". No takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia as a part of our move towards eating sustainable meat, avoided the mystery meat there and got a Pad Thai with tofu. She added a ton of chili sauce raising quite a few eyebrows. She's a lychee, white on the outside, but brown inside. And yes, she found sugarcane juice and drank a cup of that too. My favorite part of that, was that she handed the cup back to them and asked them to pull out all the ice and add more juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exhibits started closing down, we headed to Burlingame, where everything was closed. So we headed off to San Mateo for a drink at O'Neils and burgers at Jeffrey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day out. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia getting hungry. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0003-740462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0003-740046.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eats her pad thai with a heaping of chili sauce. And loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0004-768159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0004-767618.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about half way down the fair. Look at the number of people. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0005-702518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0005-702049.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grab a cuppa coffee at a small coffee house. Tricia checks out a green coupon book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0006-746016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.carrotcurries.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0006-745470.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tricia and Anupam
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