Here’s 's entry about an initiative by two young men to publicize the merits of cycling, and the dangers of global warming:

When I am gone… Several people will gather. Lovely words will be said about me…I may not even recognize myself as this paragon of virtue. There will be a few genuine tears, I would like to think. But will all the mental words be as affectionate,as charitable, as full of praise? There may be a few less than loving thoughts..that’s only too likely. But the definite fact is that After the initial gathering and the talking and the discussing The waters will close over the fact of my departure And the world will get on, as if I never was. And what I was, will exist only in what I have created… Words,images,friendships,relationships… And soon, all of that will pass into oblivion, too. I know all this, and yet here I am, Making a noise as if this noise has any meaning!

I have, for a change, been watching TV (usually I tape a couple of programs like the Tonight Show or Thein KiNNam and watch it at some point, that’s all) and had tuned into NDTV…and I feel so bad…a teacher is accused of making a pornographic movie with her students; a child dies because the ambulance is stuck in a traffic jam on the way to hospital; a mob rampages because some youths were killed, and that results in yet another death; and so the gruesome news goes..

Here lies John Bunn; He was killed by a gun. His name was not Bunn, but Wood; But Wood would not rhyme with gun.. But Bunn would.

I should have known that I could not post a pic of a yacht, even in the background of a picture, without getting requests to post photos of it, too! I got one request over LJ and several over email..so for those who want to see the yacht, the “Taj Cinnamon Coast”, riding at anchor in all her beauty…here’s a pic of the hotel with the yacht, from a distance: