Indian food (wine and Nan)

So I’m eating with a bunch of Columbia students in an indian restaurant on 6th st. I’m there with Tom and two of his friends from Rhode Island internship at a chemical plant (I think). One of them goes to columbia so we also have 3 more people from columbia.

6th street between 1st and 2nd ave in Manhattan has a lot of indian food restaurant. (The map doesn’t really show them.)

We picked the pace we were in because they offered us free wine and Nan, both of which we had to haggle for and we got charged 20 dollars for an extra bottle (which we weren’t about to pay for, 20 bucks for cheep wine is not cool, especially when it’s free cheep wine.).

For being bad with names I think I’m doing alright, I remember everyone’s but.. this kid one kid.. Hoy, Christine, Luna, Neil, Tom, Dan and I don’t know remember his name.

Some lady (who didn’t appreciate me asking how old she was) had a birthday. Loud indian party music and flashing lights with dancing and singing flooded the restaurant (unlike the cool air from the air conditioning they said they had). I took a movie. (loud)

A nice bunch, they all seemed like good people too. After a few of them split ways and we walked the village (twice over). Had a good time. I’ll elaborate more later. I don’t feel like writing now.

(oh more on, Ellie, Database work (oh man!), and how fucking hot it’s been, even in the rain.)

Chai means tea.

And this is apparently how you make it. Read the comments that go along with the instructions (forget the comments on the blog post), people get so passionate over their tea.

-Francis

PS I like my milk with tea personally, Earl Gray or some sort of English Breakfast… but probably not the stuff you’d get here, it was just black tea from a tin, pitty I can’t remember it’s name. Over in england they drink it like coffee.

PSS I can’t believe I still haven’t finished posting these pictures. I don’t think I even got to half of them. This set is the british Museum.

As seen on myspace

I was told to write something about “heros”. I thought about the sandwiches but I was just hungry at the time. I wrote this and then got some lunch. I don’t know if I’d call them all heros, but I’m happy they’re around, and I guess that’s enough.

[START WRITING]

This is a hard one, personally I know some people who to me are the most wonderful human beings I’ve ever met. Big influences in my life. You don’t know them.

Publicly I’ll list some names. These guys are on my fridge.

Shigeyuki Hori
He’s going to save the world. With out him there would be no Prius, the first successful hybrid car. He’s moved on to bigger and better cars, but he pioneered the technology that will let us get 40 miles to a gallon. My car gets 8-9 and it’s hardly a guzzler. You can drive 4 times as far or 4 times cheeper, and here in the city with his regenerative breaking you suffer little powerless when frequently stopping. Very little waste. A hundred years from now our children will be praising this guy.

Jeff Hawkings
He might have figured out how we think. I haven’t figured out how he thinks though, but I like his style.

Danger Mouse
A kid who remixed Jay Z’s Black album with the Beatles While album and came out with Grey gold, his Grey Album rocks my socks so to speak. And his influence on the Gorillaz new album “Demon days” and made it my favorite album released this year. He started mixing in his bedroom and now he’s in record studios and couldn’t be happier. It’s the way it should be.

More people.
There are people who I see every day that amaze me, these guys were featured in a wired issue a while back and I tore out their pages and put them on my fridge. I’d like to say I’ll write more about this but I probably won’t, just know heros aren’t limited to these type of people on this scale. People in general can be really amazing.

[END WRITING]

Just to note, Jay-Z is not my hero.

-Francis