Last night at the Zakir Hussain-Rahul Sharma concert, spotted A, whose blog I read. I'd have gone up to her and started a conversation (i) if it weren't for my terminal shyness, and (ii) it embarrasses me that I know all these details about her life (her blog is mostly personal, but not nearly as personal as say, eM's) while she probably doesn't even know that I exist. Granted, she's only revealing superficial details- but I still find the situation uncomfortable. Does anyone else feel this way?

It's thanksgiving next week. D & I are going to NYC to visit Aditya, who is all set to regale us with his cooking- he's got an elaborate menu planned out. The boy is actually making turkey! He even asked me what vegetarian dish I wanted, and I said thayir saadam[1]. Heh.

I'm probably the only person in the USA who is completely unmoved by the impending arrival of Black Friday. Everyone around me seems to be feverishly searching for deals online. My Taiwanese roommates, Pei & Fei[2] are all geared up to buy clothes and (presumably) more beauty products. I wish you could see our bathroom. The number of masks, gels, sprays, mists, mousses, souffles, butters, creams (and some of them chocolate flavoured, even!) and god knows what else that the two have managed to accumulate boggles the mind. And already one showers crouching in a corner because of the presence of a huge shower caddy presence of an array of aforementioned unguents... I wonder if bookstores have Black Friday sales? I might consider camping outside one if they did.

Speaking of bookstores, I've been buying a lot of books lately. Picked up at Trident books, discounted from $35 to $10, a brand new hardcover copy of The Three Musketeers that I'd been coveting for months. And more books shall be bought at Strand next week. Fun.

[1] He once served thayir saadam to a bunch of unsuspecting Americans at a dinner party.
[2] Those are their names. Really.