Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot,— In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace,—lurking still, Find it somewhere, you must and will,— Above or below, or within or without,— And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum," or an "I tell yeou,") He would build one shay to beat the taown 'n' the keounty 'n' all the kentry raoun'; It should be so built that it could n' break daown; —"Fur," said the Deacon, "'t 's mighty plain Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain; 'n' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest."
Would you believe it if I said I bumped into this piece of Oliver Wendell Holmes in an engineering text book?
Yes, poems are back to confound me from other more irrepressibly reflective blogs onto my fuckin text books!
Lets just say The Deacon's Masterpiece or the Wonderful One-Hoss Shay didn't magically make 'design for reliability' a delightful concept to study at 1 a.m in the night.
Exam-time angst eh? You can say that again!
In other news, S was in town and was gracious enough to buy me a cake fudge AND theusualsuspects.dvd! Ofcourse there were such surreal conversations as:
Me: I don't like ice-creams so much. And don't even get me started on chocolates.
S: What
are you? Just what
are you??
Me: Why, I'm a homo-sapien ofcourse.
S: You're not even a human. Fuck its scientific name!
Ah, nice times.
Managed to squeeze in another smaal blaag meet in between all the exam tenshun. Highlighted primarily by unclever puns like "waat-eet-eez", "what titties!", "manuage a twa" and the like.
Happy new year all!
P.S: Would you say the change in template:
a. Seemed so routine that you rolled your eyes,
b. Made you let out a shriek and go, "Whaa..??",
