Google Minus

So for some reason anything I post appears on Buzz. I already have Google=Skynet issues and this particular bit of nifty-we-own-it-all-anyway code that makes whatever I write appear in bold all over the internet frightens me. I admit that's great advertising but this also censors what I write.
Which is good too... sometimes...
Anyway we decided to go off Google plus since there's just too much social networking going on and I'm beginning to feel that my entire social life is currently sitting on a rather precarious fence between real and virtual.
Again, I have to pose a counter-argument to my own rants with the old  - "some people are better off being virtually networked than in real life". And there are enough of them to make hiding behind millions of miles of fibre optic and copper cable and facebook a far better option than meeting over coffee.
But those concerns apart, this is largely a test post to make sure this blog is not broadcast across the fields of google and thus read advertently or otherwise.
More on the travails of the cooking bachelor and the undying nature of the world's most annoying coming up if this doesn't go viral.

Peace out

A Dramatic Turn of Events...

So, it turns out that the jump from resident to consultant is interesting to say the least. Most often the moneys don't increase much (most often, remember), but the perks are to die for. 

I've been a consultant for a couple of months now. A jump so to speak from mid level slave to mid level slave driver. The grass being greener, the hours being better and the power being colossal on the other side.

Bazinga!

Ok that was bad, he stopped writing even before I did. 

Practical jokes and with great power comes great etc etc apart, it's a world of difference between me, the reluctant student, to me the over-enthusiastic-I'm-so-fresh-from-exams-I-know-everything assistant professor. Mostly now I shake my head sadly at the lack of intention to learn in my students, both in the past (my current problem) and in the present (soon to be current problem)

Thankfully I don't let them too near my patients. Or patience. 

In other news, I've finally flown out of the nest and settled comfortably in a wilderness not so close yet not too far. That translates loosely to no nagging and the potential of a good meal once in a while. This living alone thing is nice too. My house, MY rules. My f***ing laundry and dust and damn it pave the parking area before it rains you wankers so I don't bring mud into my house. Like so. For you lazy I don't like clicking on links people, or oh no not again people, it points to this.

So it's a rather annoying thing to have always wanted to live like a slob without having the folks nagging about picking up behind oneself and making the bed and all that jazz and finding out, rather distressingly, that given a choice one would pick up behind oneself and make the bed and all that jazz.

The good part of course is the freedom to cook. Though we've been restricted, mostly self imposed, to processed meat, chicken and fish. Which have turned out satisfactory. I'm still alive, which is something. 

In a summary of facebook statuses since I wrote last, I came back from Singapore. Spent a rather cold, very drunk december in Jaipur for a conference with a terrible scientific session but incredible entertainment. Absolut flowing like water and belly dancers from Ukraine or Belarus or some such. 

Six months of the usual nonsense that happens in the loony bin. Moved out. Discovered Vietnamese Basa. Tossed an iphone for a good old nokia due to signal issues, stressed about iOS5 and found Infected Mushroom to be the ideal background for masochistic working out. 

And finally after mourning the departure of Mike Portnoy from Dream Theater, I got to listen to their new album and I find, albeit grudgingly, that I respect the new drummer's skills. Feel free to decide for yourselves here.

Life following the return

So day 2, which I promised to wax eloquent about a couple of months ago, was as good if not better than day 1 at Singapore. It culminated in the most exquisite black pepper crab. Facebook has some rather gruesome pictures of me battling the crab with utmost relish.
Anyway life's back to it's monotony of cracked heads and all that, barring of course the possession of Angry Birds for PC. (No I don't have an iphone or an android and the #$!@#$ Nokia 5800 doesn't have the game)
It saps productivity in the cackle of victorious birds and the occasional plaintive oink of the pigs that are decimated one by one.
Play it at your own risk. It's free on the android and obviously paid on the mac. But well worth it.
In other news I found a grill pan. Neat bit of kitchen appliance-ry that is. And on it's maiden voyage this is what it created.

That's chicken marinated in olive oil, lemon, paprika, mace and allspice with a tomato salsa and mashed potatoes.

Hungry kya?