tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330836172024-03-08T07:11:36.602-08:00Yashrg and FlickrA blog for archiving my flickr photos because flickr photostream doesnt keep track of photos older than 200Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-30429482569039847752010-03-27T23:03:00.001-07:002010-03-27T23:03:42.888-07:00Human company is overrated.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/4463388958/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4463388958_3565e3b163_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/4463388958/">So very disappointed in Koss</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div>I am currently in a music exile. Earphone detox if you will. Have been for almost a month now. I know for sure my mommy and my naniji are two people on this earth who would be extremely happy to hear this. But this 'no headphones phase' is not attributed to the realization that listening to my ipod 24x7 is bad for me.<br /><br />If anything, the noises around me are what really bug my brains out. I sit alone and hear the whirring of the computers, the air conditioning and plumbing, the cars, trucks and buses. The banging of doors the clanging of pots and pans and silverware. The rattling windows of the bus, the honking of horns, screeching tires.<br /><br />The worst is the absolute nonsense that comes out of the mouths of the so called intelligent beings I am surrounded by. No matter how hard I concentrate, I can hear at least 5 students saying like any given second and a total of 300 'like's every minute. They talk high and mighty of their opinionated selves and despise their 'differently' opinionated peers.<br /><br />Can't say that it is fun observing all that. I don't care to participate in all this and you can't make me. I like my isolation.I like my music.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-21314700440005921402010-02-07T16:01:00.001-08:002010-02-07T16:01:48.719-08:00Sweeny Todd<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/4331221996/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4331221996_fb234b8251_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/4331221996/">A(sweeny tod)drian</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div>I took this creepy picture of my friend Adrian getting ready to "chop it off" in a men's bathroom at Montgomery hall at SCAD-Savannah.<br /><br />He took it all off and left me with about half a centimeter of hair on my scalp. Why the sudden decision to get rid of it all? Well, issues like dandruff and thinning did cause me to start hating my hair but there was a little bit more motivation from Adrian.<br /><br />He is a grad student majoring in sustainability. The project he is working on involves using hair to make a felt like fabric. He showed me a 2x2 sample of what it looks like. It was almost like a carpet. Adrian explained to me the procedure as well. The collected hair first gets cleaned to remove it of all oil. It is then passed through a machine which presses and compresses the whole thing together into a sheet. This is close to the finished product. But the next step involves spikey needles puncturing through the sheet to interweave the hair and lock it down tighter. All the strands sticking out are trimmed away and a very smooth fabric is obtained.<br /><br />Now I admit like most of you, I was thinking of this in terms of fashion or clothing. But Adrian tells me that hair is very good at absorbing oil. And this can be very helpful in cleaning oil spills in oceans etc. There are other organizations in this field as well. I am surprised I didn't know about this before. Not just that, he told me, there is a bacteria that eats away at the hair mats after they have been used. And thus this is a completely eco-friendly, biodegradable method to clean up oil spills.<br /><br />So there, I donated my hair for a cause. Besides, he said thin hair is the best for making hair fabric or hair mats.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-29741259592511998802009-11-14T05:28:00.001-08:002009-11-14T05:28:18.590-08:00I want to go get a motorcycle license.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3195320016/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3195320016_4a099b30be_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3195320016/">Does the big bike scare you, Abhinav?</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div>I just woke up from two really amazing dreams! First, I landed in India. I think I go with my parents to my hometown, Akola. Then we depart for Seoni, my mom's hometown. <br /><br />We interrupt this blog post for the following message:<br /><br />My nanaji and the entire family lives there in a tall multi-storey building in the middle of the market. There is an electronics shop on the ground floor and residence up above. I have spent many summer days playing board games, video games,watching tv etc. with my cousins inside that house. Heck, we even played cricket in there. As I grew up, we also watched porn, I got caught naked doing um... But I still associate it with my childhood. Thus, I think it was very fitting that I dream about going to seoni on the night of Children's day. In India, the birth of Jawahar Lal Nehru, 14th Nov is celebrated as children's day because he liked children a lot! So, happy children's day everybody.<br /><br />Back to our scheduled programming...<br /><br />So, I meet and greet all the family members who are only too excited to see me after such a long time. They would much rather I stay at home and not lift a finger but I end up going shopping with them for groceries. Seoni is a small town. The last time I was there, they still didn't have anything like a superstore. The सबजी बजार or food market was just hawkers lined up along the sides of a street selling their wares. There was hardly ever any room to walk comfortably through there.<br /><br />And instead of all that, I find myself in this superstore browsing through all the fruits and vegetables! It is an absolutely unbelievable sight to see. I am calmly walking with most of my family. I wonder why someone didn't stay back home. But I talk to them of how amazing this is. The prices, the variety, the quality! When I tell them I don't get some of these vegetables there, they are only too proud. But I tell them that there are certain vegetables they have there that we don't.<br /><br />Anyways, I am sure they made all that awesome food for me and fed me and i probably put on some meat on my bones but I don't remember dreaming that part. There was a sudden jump or blank out and then this.<br /><br />I wake up disoriented in the middle of somewhere rocky, and dusty. Everything is ochre like dried rock and sand under the hot sun. I realize I am in/on a contraption that is a motor vehicle but I have a hard time understanding how to operate it. After some effort, I barely get it rolling, but it is not under my control yet. I try changing the gears. Press the lever on the left and tap the foot pedal... but it won't budge... I put a little more strength into it and with a little struggle, it works! Suddenly I see someone else coming towards me on what I clearly recognize as a motorcycle. I guess that's when I realize that I am riding a motorcycle too. I now have control over this beast of a motorcycle and can comfortably maneuver it. <br /><br />That last one really reminded me of the Royal enfield 500 cc bullet machismo that I used to ride around. However, this was just a bit more surreal. And also, this has given me inspiration to go and get a motorcycle license. I will go to the savannah department of motor vehicles and get my driver's license.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-56377054762772149162009-11-01T15:35:00.001-08:002009-11-01T15:35:16.070-08:00Moo Business Cards/Mini cards Sample<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3978393402/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3978393402_8f56141acf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3978393402/"></a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div>I recently ordered a free sample of Moo business cards from my images. And as good as most of them turned out, I had issues with two of my images. Like serious beef! For now, I will be talking about this image here.<br /><br />As you can notice, the image has some subtle detail in the darker areas, and the shadow of the back of my head is distinguishable from the darkness of the wall. However, the images that Moo printed were too dark. (In both cases—the other photo was of me in front of a white background.)<br /><br />Looking at those images made me go "wow! are my images really that dark?" Even in lightroom, I can see that there is considerable detail in those grey areas. But the prints are just flat black. I am no professional, and so have no idea where the error lies. But for a simple consumer, this may be quite a turn off.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-53026093269263713512009-10-24T20:29:00.001-07:002009-10-24T20:35:50.707-07:00The best Okra you will ever eat: Here’s how to cook it<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3380482424/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3604/3380482424_d6040298f5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3380482424/">Okra</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div> Growing up, the only vegetable I would eat was okra. A very common perennial plant growing in the tropics, there was never any shortage of okra in the market. Okra pods resemble hot chilli peppers in shape. They are elongated, starting broad on the stem side, and tapering at the end. They have a soft textured skin and are slimy inside. The slime, also called mucilage, deters most people from even trying to cook okra let alone eat it. But all the credit for me loving okra so much, goes to my mom’s recipe.<br /><br /> Many have even tried, and failed at cooking okra like my mom does. They cannot be blamed though, because such a complicated preparation cannot be perfected in one try. Luckily for me, years of observing her cook okra at least 5 times a week has made me an expert in the field. The process of cooking okra involves selecting the right produce, choosing the right spices, and using the correct technique.<br /> <br />When purchasing this vegetable, depending on the region, okra may be called by a different name. In Hindi, my native language, okra goes by ‘bhindi’. Other languages in southern Asia, use a variant of ‘bhindi’. In English speaking countries outside USA or North America, it is known as ‘lady’s finger’. In parts of US it is also known as ‘Gumbo’; a corruption of the word quingombo. The name okra originated from West Africa. It was during the slave trafficking days that okra first reached the new world.<br /><br />Getting okra or ‘lady’s finger’ in frozen packs should be avoided. The plant grows easily in difficult conditions and resists most pests and diseases. So, a backyard vegetable garden serves as the perfect source for okra. Alternatively buy it fresh, preferably from a lot where it is possible to select the okra pods individually. Look for slim and long okra, not the short and fat ones. An easy way to judge fresh okra from the lot: try to snap the thin end between the index finger and the thumb. It should snap and break off; not feel mushy and bend. I was the only one in the house who could eat okra 5 times a week, so my mom never had to worry about the quantity. But because okra shrinks when fried, I would advise to buy a little more than the estimated quantity.<br /> Besides the purchasing process, the spice selection carries much importance. However, with eating out and microwave food becoming the norm, one would be lucky to find even salt in the kitchen. My mom has a round stainless steel container which is like a treasure chest of spices; but here, only 5 spices are needed. The recipe calls for cumin and mustard seeds, chilli powder, coriander powder, turmeric powder and salt. Cumin, natively from the Middle East to East India, can be used powdered or as whole seeds. Cumin seeds have some essential oil content which gives them a warm earthy smell. Cumin seeds are brown in color and oblong in shape. Kind of like fennel or caraway seeds. Mustard seeds, the black or brown kind, do not have any aroma but have a distinct flavor.<br /> <br />Chilli powder is a hot red powder made from cayenne pepper or other kinds of dried hot peppers. Depending on the kind of pepper used to make it, chilli powder varies in hotness. Like all hot peppers, chilli powder also contains a strong irritant called capsaicin. Capsaicin causes burning and irritation when it comes in contact with skin. So better use a spoon to add the chilli powder. Coriander powder: another spice that comes from a plant’s seeds. The powder gives the food a pleasant aroma and texture. The turmeric powder as the name suggests comes from the root of the turmeric plant—a close relative of ginger. Turmeric powder adds a slightly bitter and hot flavor to the food.<br /> <br />Once the okra and the other ingredients have been selected, the preparation may begin. The okra needs to be cut in thin long slices; not in round cross sections that look like flowers. Either of the following two techniques could be used. Hold the okra in one hand and with a paring knife, slit the okra in half, then quarters and so on until you get slices which are only about a half centimeter thick. Slices should be about two inches long. This method works best for people comfortable with cutting the vegetables in their hands. Those scared of holding their thumb against the knife blade can use this other method that involves a chopping board and a santoku knife. I prefer santoku over a chef’s knife because the straight blade of the santoku does not require much wrist motion when chopping vegetables. With a slicing motion, split the okra in long halves on a chopping board. Then with a chopping motion, cut the halves into thin long slices. Rinse and repeat. Both these methods do take quite a while so be patient; It will be worth it.<br /> <br />Just like the one night, I insisted that mom cook okra for me and my cousin. Being exhausted, she refused; yelling at us about how long it takes just to cut the okra! Young, stupid and persistent as I was, I decided me and my cousin were going to cut the okra for her. After we were done, she took over to cook that okra.<br /> <br />So, let us get on with the cooking. For frying the okra, an Asian style round bottom ‘wok’ works best. In a pinch, a pot will also work. Oil splatters much too easily from a shallow pan. Pour generous quantity of peanut oil, or vegetable oil in the wok. Then add the cumin and mustard seeds. The other spices however, are held off until the end. Turn the flame on high. Once the seeds start splattering, gently slide the okra slices in to the wok. The water of the okra will make the oil splatter like fireworks. Keep hands away to avoid the hot oil. Once the crackling subsides, check the oil level. Add more if it seems inadequate. Do not put in any spices yet or they will just burn in the heat and leave a bad taste. Keep stirring the okra. Fry them till they turn dark and crisp. The closer they get to being done, the more vigorously they should be stirred. Be attentive, because it does not take the thin okra slices very long to go from crisp to burnt.<br /> <br />Once crisp, take the wok off the heat. Scoop the okra out of the oil with a perforated spatula, and put them in a bowl where all the spices will be mixed. Toss the okra so the spices coat the okra evenly, and serve while they are still hot. Preparing this okra dish early and reheating it in the microwave takes away from the experience. The okra will be the most crisp when hot. Many people who had never tried this preparation before, say it tastes like chips. Maybe so, but to me, this, served with hot mom-made rotis topped with butter makes a hearty, satisfying meal.Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-70895328647092484652009-05-18T20:51:00.001-07:002009-05-18T20:51:46.123-07:00Using this for a day made me realize how much I love my Nokia E60<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3544186283/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3544186283_6692f25456_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3544186283/">Using this for a day made me realize how much I love my Nokia E60</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div>I constantly run out of charge on my old nokia E60 phone. In the winter, I used to think maybe it has something to do with the cold weather. But now that we are in warmer days of mid may, I realized it might not be that. So anyways, I decided to put my sim card in Doni's phone and use it for a day while I leave my phone charging at home.<br /><br />And what an experience it was. The speaker in the nokia N80 is really small, so the voice from the other side is hard to hear in noisy environments. I had to rely on the loudspeaker mode at the go train station.<br /><br />Also, the keypad on the phone is much more crammed than on my nokia E60. So typing/dialing is not as easy as it could have been. I also dislike the 5 way joypad vs the joystick on my E60. And the N80 battery too didn't perform considerably better than the one on my trusty nokia E class phone.<br /><br />In july, It's going to be exactly 3 years since I bought the E60. I don't know what I will upgrade to. And that scares me because even though I might wish to use my old faithful for ever, we all know it's inching closer to it's death each day as I drop it, throw it, spin it, twirl it and put it through the world's most difficult stress test.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-18500003977616637572009-05-09T13:31:00.001-07:002009-05-09T13:31:16.635-07:00Closest thing to bhel I've made in a long time<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3508276699/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3508276699_ac266136c7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3508276699/">Closest thing to bhel I've made in a long time</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div>May 5th 2009:<br />I had a pack of sev left from when I last went shopping in the no-frills in missisauga. It absolutely sucks that the no-frills close to my house in Etobicoke doesn't stock a lot of things.<br /><br />Since I was hungry in the afternoon at a time that was beyond lunch time and not yet dinner time.. I decided to make some chatpata snack. And I realized I had onions that I hadn't used, some green and imli (tamarind)chutney that I got from the US. "Wow this would be fun!" I thought to myself.<br /><br />Doni happened to be in the kitchen and took the pack of haldirams bujia sev and tasted some. "What is this?" he goes. And then eats some more of it. "What are you making?" *Chomp!*<br /><br />Surprising how much he likes random indian food and snacks. Papad, he loves to eat. Khakhra-he pretty much finished my last pack all by himself. And now this. After I was done mixing all these ingredients, he loved it even more. Still he says, "it's more like 'aww what is this? it's so bad! Oh gimme more.. OM NOM NOM NOM eww so bad.. OM NOM NOM" <br /><br />haha. Now I want to make proper bhel with sprouts and everything. I can't wait to go to an indian grocery store again.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-43719450133967439762009-04-15T08:08:00.001-07:002009-05-12T13:46:32.272-07:00Why the Dell Adamo Rocks!<div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34255850@N04/3187485050/" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3187485050_d390c44d3d_m.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br />
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Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/34255850@N04/">Creative Labs Studio</a></span></div>I’ve been having this seemingly unending debate with a good friend of mine, Aayush, about the dell Adamo. He roots for the Macbook Air, (which is a good product in it’s own category) compares it to the Dell Adamo. I personally, LOVE the Dell Adamo and am on this futile mission to try and get Aayush to see how the Dell Adamo is superior to the Macbook Air in build quality, design, aesthetics and appeal.<br />
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Well, so far so good. But now the adjectives and expletives are going to be flying left and right. Let’s begin by purchasing both the machines. For Dell adamo, you go to the beautifully designed Adamobydell.com and you are greeted with Fashion models posing with the beautifully slim (not seemingly slim, ACTUALLY SLIM!) Adamo. The site exudes Haute couture on every pixel. And that’s exactly the kind of market Adamo is aiming for. Not the lowly geeks and professionals like myself. However, I do dream of one day owning these fashion labels, and the very chic Dell Adamo.<br />
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Now lets head over to apple.com where they have their big ad for the ipod shuffle and a bar along the bottom with stuff from their entire product line like the cheap(by price) Mac mini.. bla bla.. Head over to store.apple.com and you are greeted with a busy page with tons of stuff from apple and third party, ads/offers for financing, refurbished and clearance macs, previous generation iMac models etc. You could also go over to apple.com/mac and see just how ‘consumer’ this whole experience is. You’ll feel like what I would describe as “being on Mumbai’s fashion street with people trying to hawk their wares to you” Over at apple.com/macbook air things start to look a little more polished. they have some beautifully shot pictures of the machine which is partly, just thin aluminum.(I am referring to the tapering design. You can go look for yourself at the top picture on this iFixit page) And wait, it also offers you to take a look at the television ad. I can’t ever remember seeing a television ad from fendi or ferrari.<br />
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Let’s go through the base models, trying to match them as closely as we can.<br />
So, for $1,999 dell gives you in the Adamo:<br />
Intel® Core™ 2 Duo SU9300 (3MB cache/1.2GHz/800Mhz FSB), Onyx<br />
Genuine Windows Vista® Home Premium Service Pack 1 64 Bit<br />
13.4 inch 720p (HD) WLED Display (1366x768) with 1.3 MP web cam<br />
McAfee 9.0 30 day Anti-Virus protection<br />
2GB Dual Channel DDR3 SDRAM at 800MHz<br />
128GB Solid State Drive<br />
Intel® GS45 Integrated Graphics with 256MB Memory<br />
40 WHr Lithium Polymer Battery<br />
Battery life upto 4 hours 53 minutes<br />
High Definition Audio 2.0<br />
Integrated Gigabit (10/100/1000) Network Card<br />
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And oh yeah, the option of Onyx or Pearl Finish with matching accessories.<br />
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If we were to try to match that config from apple. We had to add the pricey SSD and also the ethernet port add-on.<br />
for $2,328.00 we get <br />
1066MHz frontside bus 6MB shared L2 cache<br />
2GB of 1066MHz DDR3 SDRAM<br />
NVIDIA GeForce 9400M with 256MB of shared DDR3 SDRAM<br />
13.3-inch (diagonal) LED-backlit glossy widescreen display 1280 by 800<br />
37-watt-hour lithium-polymer battery<br />
Up-to 4.5 hours<br />
128GB Solid State Drive<br />
Apple USB Ethernet Adapter<br />
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For people who want to run windows on it, they’d have to pay additional 239 for the windows vista home premium edition. Ringing up the total to $2,567 So Aayush’s argument of it being cheaper than the Adamo looses ground. But hey, you can cut back and get a regular 4300rpm hard drive, no ethernet adapter and then it becomes a cheaper consumer end machine. And it’s not wrong to cater to the consumer market, it’s just below what the Adamo stands for.<br />
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Both the machines have bluetooth, & wireless N but dell Adamo also has the option of mobile broadband built in which the macbook air doesn’t.<br />
I’m being very unfair here, to both the systems, as they both have their unique advantages. eSata port on the Dell Adamo, the multitouch trackpad on the Macbook air, <br />
the higher resolution screen and higher resolution(1.3mp) camera on the Dell Adamo, faster processor and Nvidia Graphics on the macbook air.<br />
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But there are certain comparisons that can’t be done by the numbers. Let’s see:<br />
The Packaging<br />
The Adamo box is oozing ‘luxury’! it comes encased in a transparent plastic stand as if it’s being displayed in a fancy boutique. And this time, you actually get to open and touch it! <br />
Macbook air just comes in a regular cardboard box. Nothing to talk about here.<br />
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The keyboard<br />
I read on PCWorld and iFixit that the adamo’s keyboard has 30% more surface area than the macbook air chicklet style keyboard. The scalloped keys on the dell adamo have little dips for your fingers to rest in.<br />
Macbook Air’s keyboard, well.. is ‘unique’ in it’s own little way. But I don’t like the flat keys with so much gap between them. I still love my previous generation Macbook Pro keyboard that has little dips too. So much more comfortable than the flat key style.<br />
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The big issue today that sparked the adamo discussion again was microsoft’s requirement of a sticker on every computer that sells with it’s operating system. Microsoft’s papers say that the serial number sticker should be accessible without any tools. And the Adamo designers tackled this very well by concealing this sticker under a latch that attaches magnetically. I bet Microsoft is looking pretty stupid now. Oh god I love the design people on Adamo’s team.<br />
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And I along with most other people in the arts and design field love the Adamo. It’s an expensive Luxury product, but not a ferrari. It’s not meant to be raced around the corners. It’s a bentley or a Rolls Royce that you park in your garage to let people know how much wealth you have. One day, when I’m that rich, I will own one of these Adamos, a Fendi suit, a bentley, Vertu phone, etc. And still have a mac pro for my graphics work, nike sneakers for the gym, levis jeans, smartphone, etc.Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-66557264796059782552009-04-04T22:58:00.001-07:002009-04-04T22:58:42.124-07:00Shining<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3198743861/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3198743861_ce5bbf517c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3198743861/">My skin condition</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">यश</a></span></div>I have a bunch of things going wrong with my hands. One of them is this 'ailment' or condition that I've had ever since I can remember. A particular time of the year, the skin on the inside of my hands, the palm and fingers; starts getting really dry. It will peel off completely, and I will get a new layer of skin. This can be compared to moulting in snakes.<br /><br />So, I was sitting around people I don't know.. probably on a public transit system. And it didn't seem very crowded, so it couldn't have been India. I really can't say for sure, the dream was very hazy. So, my hands, which are being weird as always, start glowing. <br /><br />I notice this and hold my hands up. I don't know if I am in pain, because I am just too fascinated and mesmerized by this. The hands now have started giving out beams of light from little openings. It's so bright that the surroundings look like they are totally dark. People around me are also fascinated by this.<br /><br />Suddenly, someone holds my right hand. Starts stroking it, caressing it ever so gently with her soft hands.. And suddenly, I realize it's Sujata. <br /><br />Very pleasant dream to wake up to. I just don't know what the glowing hands are supposed to signify.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-81729403684425435642009-03-17T16:48:00.000-07:002009-03-17T16:48:26.953-07:00The Death of Yash GuptaThe third post in the series of posts I wrote on 5th March<br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The time I was working on my portfolio was the only time I wasn’t thinking about dying. Because I really wanted to finish it, or just because I didn’t have enough time to think about anything else at all?</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Incident #1</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I handed in my portfolio on Tuesday. I was sleeping most of the day through Wednesday morning. Didn’t have anything to eat since 5 am on Tuesday morning to about 11 or 12 am Wednesday morning. I was in bed when the fire alarm in the building went off. I didn’t know if it was a drill or a real fire. I was on the 5th floor. Evacuating would have taken a fair bit of time. However, even though I was wide awake, nothing prompted me to get up and check it out. I didn’t even give it a second thought and turned a deaf ear to it. The fact that I am still alive means it was just a fire alarm </span><b><span style="font-size: medium;">test</span></b><span style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Incident#2</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was walking to the Skills Training Center down the street where I have my Wednesday night English class. I was going to give a test tonight. And I was walking confidently and fearlessly. I wasn’t afraid of the traffic. Even though I didn’t jump any stop signal, I had a close call when a car was swiftly turning into the driveway of McDonalds, but I wasn’t startled for a second even. I continued at my regular pace. Reckless woman driver, I thought. Continued walking when suddenly, I realized what I had just done.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 18px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But during the portfolio, I was very careful on the road and also very scared. I didn’t want to die without having finished the portfolio. I had an agenda. I was the man with a plan; albeit a very short term plan. </span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was so happy before I handed it in. <b>Now</b>, I don’t know what, where or when I am doing. I feel like I’ve already written my will and I am about ready to decease.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Disclaimer: All names, places and events (and disclaimers) mentioned in this post are false. Any resemblance to anyone anywhere is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction.</span></span></div>Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-53862652744616381382008-11-03T20:37:00.001-08:002008-11-03T20:37:06.356-08:00Mind map<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3001940994/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3201/3001940994_81d673c835_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/3001940994/">Mind map for painting</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a></span></div>We were told to do this painting for our class based on the words that signify someone important in your life.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-86165722041519486432008-09-14T18:57:00.000-07:002008-09-14T19:00:12.781-07:00My house and the photos I took there.<iframe src="http://loc.alize.us/embed/#/bbox:76.99210703372955,20.70976662855848,76.99768602848053,20.71298299751335/" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" frameborder="0" height="300" scrolling="no" width="425"></iframe>Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-2220892412581408172008-04-17T05:54:00.001-07:002008-04-17T05:54:32.494-07:00Wires to wirelessly network your home<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pixlux/2401306695/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/2401306695_923ed605eb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pixlux/2401306695/">DSC02139</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pixlux/">pixlux.de</a> </span></div>This is ridiculous. I don't know where this was taken. They obviously need to hire more people who know about networking and fire those electricians.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-59187716834749846112008-03-31T20:58:00.001-07:002008-03-31T20:58:10.746-07:00Nikon D40 from Henry's Outlet store toronto<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/2378089235/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/2378089235_135a848bc8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/2378089235/">nokiN</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a> </span></div>After my parents finally gave me permission to buy a new camera, I wasn't going to wait another second for my parents to change their mind. But as my luck would have it, Futureshop was out of stock on the camera! So I started looking elsewhere. I finally found this model on Henry's.com . It was listed for $349. (Body only). And Since I didn't find a column for the lenses, I decided I better just go to the store to choose and pick the lens to go with the body.<br /><br />Finding it wasn't a problem at all. I walked from the union station down Bay street, and then turned right when I reached queen street. Its located on 69 Queen street East. The store is huge. They have such a wide collection of stuff that I felt like a kid in a candy store. Binoculars, Old film cameras, Old Lenses, Digital cameras, (new)Lenses, even computers and ipod accessories. The store looked kinda busy at first, so I went around looking at the bargain bins. If I wanted to, I could pick out like little tidbits for almost everyone back home. <br /><br />The salesman assisting me was really nice and helpful. I think his name was paul. I asked about the nikon D40 and canon digital rebel XT and corresponding lenses. When they tell you the prices of the body and lens separately, it sounds low. But the costs add up. In my case, the nikon D40 and lens was gonna be 449. I ended up paying a little more for the lens as opposed to when the lens is bundled with the camera. But it was still cheaper. Mom is expecting me to buy a camera on $519 without taxes.<br /><br />With tax, my purchase went up to 560. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, that I also bought a memory card. 4 gigs. That's enough for over 500 Raw photographs from my 6 megapixel baby. After I had paid, I asked paul to show me how to put the lens on and basic functions. I was just itching to use my camera. He said the battery might not be charged, but it WAS. I also opened the SD card and shot some pictures in the store. But it was really misty outside, and might be drizzling. So I had it put back into the box.<br /><br />But I missed my Go train. So I went outside the station and since it wasn't raining, took some photos. Just getting to know the camera better. I was surprised at how much I had actually figured out. But I was nowhere near being able to shoot fast at full manual. And I didn't want to miss the next train. So I went back inside. In oakville, I went to mickey's place, but apparently noone was home. Well, I will just have to go to my place and have all the fun by myself! LOL.<br /><br />Thank you papa, mummy for letting me buy this.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-23171310521884151522008-03-30T13:17:00.001-07:002008-03-30T13:17:37.837-07:00Flickr Find: Jai Hind<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chits2008/2271452564/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2116/2271452564_d734742b14_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chits2008/2271452564/">jai hind</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chits2008/">SHREYA...lYf Iz rOcKiN!!!jZ nJoYiN eV</a> </span></div>This genius photograph was taken by Shreya. And I was really surprised to find that there was only one other comment on it. This picture deserves some awards.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-46737650515194947122008-03-17T19:00:00.001-07:002008-03-17T19:00:55.826-07:00Online Photo Sharing in Plain English<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/vPU4awtuTsk' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vPU4awtuTsk'/></object></p><p>OMG! These people make everything sound SO convincing! love it!</p></div>Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-9283128985081409232007-12-20T16:20:00.001-08:002007-12-20T16:20:04.265-08:00Flickr upload from lightroom!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/2125764172/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2125764172_01a9b333de_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/2125764172/">Looking up!</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a> </span></div>Today, I ran into a silly little problem while uploading images to flickr. I saw that the keywords that I had applied to my photo, showed up as one long keyword, enclosed in quotes. So I Ventured out to find lightroom groups on flickr and ask my question. I joined two groups, one called presetting lightroom, and second, just Adobe lightroom. I haven't gotten around to exploring presetting lightroom yet, but Adobe lightroom is a HUGE group! (I haven't figured out how to add links to the blog post from flickr or else I'd have linked the groups!)<br /><br />And in the discussion, 'flickr export from lightroom, I found out a great new way to upload my photos photos directly from Lightroom! Well, its a two step process, so involves going through flickr uploader too, but its faster than manually exporting your photos from lightroom and then uploading them to flickr. I previously used pictureSync, which I admit is not a very bad workflow either, but It only provides limited functionality in its free mode, and expects you to pay for the full version. <br /><br />The process involves installing flickr uploadr that you can download for free from the flickr website, and creating an alias. (or shortcut if you're on windows) Put the alias inside the home or user/library/application support/adobe/lightroom/export action/ folder ( for windows should be something similar...) then in lightroom, go to file>export or right click on a photo or selection of photos, and go to export>export... In the export dialog box, scroll down to post processing, and select flickr uploadr. and save this preset as flickr or flickr upload. Now whevever you use export>flickr, it will export the image, and start flickr uploadr!<br /><br />You now just need to select the preferred options inside flickr uploadr and away you go! I've noticed the tags transfer over properly, and the filename is what it will use as title. I heard on some of the discussions that in certain cases, it will look for title in the the itpc data. I don't always title all my photos in lightroom, so I can't say anything for sure. But this has really changed my flickr life, and I'm really happy!<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-45644502858557683222007-08-09T08:53:00.001-07:002007-08-09T08:53:38.474-07:00And they couldn't be saved...<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/592836213/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1136/592836213_39c110e507_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/592836213/">Are bhai rasta kyu rok ke rakha hai?</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a> </span></div>It was a really sad day for me and all my friends who knew him. Even though he wasn't exactly my type, I was fine with hanging with him for the time I was at sujta's place. A lot of times there would be music that not everybody liked, but he still kept quiet and played. There were times when he would start acting up when we forced him to run the intensive applications like photoshop instead of just working with paint. Sujata was the one that cared about him the most. <br /><br />Then one day, him and sujata were travelling together, and sujata got lost and acted careless for one moment and it was over. It was not intentional, I know. Just one of the many silly mistakes that we all make. Maybe not as much as sujata, but we do. (case in point, the time when sujata came to meet me in the intercontinental hotel mumbai) But anyways, back to the story, she was careless for a few moments(yes, again) and he was snatched. GONE! She tried looking for him but she couldn't find him. I know she mourned and grieved harder and longer than any of us. After all, he was like her....no, lets stop.<br /><br />And besides the financial reason, the bigger setback was because all the memories we had in him, all the photos all the videos all the art we did together, was gone. Just vanished in thin air. But, luckily, I still have these photos that sujata sent me. but the others couldn't be saved. I wish she had backed them up<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-5301839196621970542007-07-30T19:09:00.001-07:002007-07-30T19:09:36.978-07:00ROM is the place to be!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/iainb/563520165/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/563520165_7af96b0e2d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/iainb/563520165/">Crystal at dusk</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/iainb/">End User</a> </span></div>This is the first time I'm posting a picture taken by someone other than me on my blog. Just because I didn't have a camera when I went to the rom on saturday and sunday! Apart from being totally breathtaking, it also doesn't cost me anything to go there over and over again now because I've already gotten a student membership. So I'm hoping, some day when I get my own camera, I will come up with beautiful photographs like this one too.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-41302018744300810182007-06-23T10:48:00.001-07:002007-06-23T10:48:09.017-07:00Cute anshul<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/593051696/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1242/593051696_b7ffce5931_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/593051696/">Anshul</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a> </span></div>I wanted to announce that I recently closed down my yahoo photos account and migrated all my photos to flickr. And as I did that, I got a three months free pro account which I intend to fully utilize! I might even go ahead and purchase a year's pro membership!<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-45554276996724623772007-06-10T14:10:00.001-07:002007-06-10T14:10:56.486-07:00Found out a flickr secret<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/215726506/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/215726506_2ba016cf6a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/215726506/">what cartoons!</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a> </span></div>This is actually a kind of backdoor for the free users to be able to look at their full resolution images. I was looking through the old photographs of creative i college because I wanted pranav's picture for reference. I was trying to draw profile or 3 quarters views of him, and was not quite successful. So I clicked on one of the photos of the class decoration contest, which I remembered I had uploaded in full resolution! <br /><br />Earlier, when I was not using the all sizes greasemonkey script, I had tried going into the all sizes page for that photo, and I only saw the large size as the biggest. But lately, I've had the script installed on my browser, so today, I clicked on all sizes, and the all sizes+ options appeared, and I clicked on original, and view image. I was pleasantly surprised to see the whole 3024x2016 image load up! I went wow This is amazing! <br /><br />So for all u free users, if you don't have to upload a lot of images in a month, you can post your high res images on flickr, and always have access to them through this script!<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-92221705696314659282007-05-20T06:02:00.001-07:002007-05-20T06:02:17.752-07:00Disco Lights in Explore<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/136787043/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/49/136787043_7784ef0e6a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/136787043/">Disco Lights</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a>. </span></div>I am so happy, because its after a really long time that one of my photos has shown up in flickr's explore pages. It reached a high of 313. It only appeared after I deleted it from many group pools and brought down the number of groups to 10. And it wouldn't have been if it wasn't for greenmonster. so a big thanks goes out to her.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-34701828819336188252007-02-26T14:10:00.001-08:002007-02-26T14:10:51.862-08:00Arrow<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/193933253/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/75/193933253_51c51e7953_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/193933253/">Arrow</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a>. </span></div>One of the photos I'm chaging the upload date so that other better 200 photos stay in my photostream. the light arrow.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-90583932891392789512007-02-16T15:18:00.000-08:002007-02-16T15:19:15.761-08:00A cool photo browser<object width="500" height="580" align="middle"><param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=macro&names=macro&userName=yashrg&userId=14391210@N00&titles=on&source=keyword"></param><param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"></param><param name="scale" value="noscale"></param><param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"></param><embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=macro&names=macro&userName=yashrg&userId=14391210@N00&titles=on&source=keyword" loop="false" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="500" height="580" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />got this at pictobrowser. all my photos tagged with macro.Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33083617.post-20134424933140914712007-01-27T14:31:00.001-08:002007-01-27T14:31:14.601-08:00Pranav Daure<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/284465017/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/102/284465017_b348fcf109_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yashrg/284465017/">Pranav Daure</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/yashrg/">yashrg</a>. </span></div>He`s really starting to get on my nerves these days. He hasnt been communicating with me lately. I asked him to come online more than three times and he hasnt showed up once! I wish I could get there and give him one tight slap on the face. I have noone else whom I can share my feelings with here. It feels like I`m isolated or banished,shunned. I cant keep going like this anymore.<br clear="all" />Yashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265345609304608398noreply@blogger.com0