Sorry for the delay, folks. I’m sick as a dog. This week’s gorgeous creature is..
CRYSTAL RENN
Age: 23
Nationality: American
Profession: Model/Author
Special Tidbits: Rebounding from anorexia, Crystal Renn has proven herself more successful as a “plus size” (which equates to average-slim sized normal woman for those of you who don’t know) model, finding herself photographed, most impressively, alongside standard sized models without special notation or explanation. Her confidence is wonderful. Her curves are goddess-like. And her refusal to compromise her maintained recovery and abuse herself is admirable. She’s also divorced, which translates to available. Hmmm.
A delicious Friday treat for all of you intertubers out there: an introduction/reintroduction to a beautiful womanly looking woman*
This week, I give you:
NAMITHA KAPOOR
Age: 29
Nationality: Indian
Education: BA – English
Profession: Actor
Special Tidbits: This stunning creature can speak five languages, adores animals, and radiates confidence. The one-time swimming instructor is as resentful of early morning as I am, loves to read and devotes as much time to her friends and family as she can. A woman after my own heart. Check out her filmography at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Namitha#Filmography .
Have a lovely weekend, folks. Thanks for stopping by.
*Somewhat explanatory essay on the confusing state of female idolatry in contemporary society to come.
I’ve spent many a commute cursing at cyclists for cutting me off, and coveting the ease with which they bypass the gridlock. Ass-padded spandex shorts and streamlined helmets were a thing of ridicule. Why, really, I can’t say. I was unfair.
As things stand, I’ve decided to join their ranks. In an effort at living a little greener, and avoiding the bus, I picked up a fairly average road-bike at the local conglomerate chain.
Riding a bike, as it turns out, is fun! My commute yesterday was the first time in about a decade that I’d been on a bicycle that actually moves when it’s pedaled. I was off to a shaky start, but by the time my bum started to ache, I was managing to keep her straight and steady. It’s a remarkable thing, cycling. Why on earth I gave it up, I’ll never understand, though I expect it had something to do with “cool”. The helmet law was passed when I was about thirteen years old, so it was both mandatory and unusual to see people wearing them. I was not one, unfortunately, to pursue otherness. A few short years later I could drive, and bought my first car. I suppose that gives me more to make up for now.
It takes me about a half hour to get to work, which is actually shorter than when using public transit - when the walk to and fro, and the waiting is taken into account.
It’s also a fair dozen times more enjoyable. It brings back loads of pleasant associations on top of the independent fun of riding, and it’s a small step towards diminishing one’s ecological footprint.
Better than all of that, you get to play smug hippy. I highly recommend the experience. Although, if I may make one further suggestion, do what you can to avoid the ass-padded spandex shorts. There’s really no excuse.
I’m a restless and impulsive sort of writer. This often leads to personal frustration at a lack of direction or cohesion when it comes to projects like weblogs.
While I’ve been around for years, in one incarnation or another, my blogs have suffered greatly from instability, ranging from discarded travel journals to attempted in-depth devotion to one particular endeavour, to a broad confusing sort of stew containing everything remotely related to my personal life and struck interests. I’ve sustained nothing for more than a year or so – a year’s survival being a feat of magnificent irregularity for me. I’ve chucked in the towel repeatedly.
I can understand why this would make readers hesitant. It’s scary to invest in a new relationship, with the knowledge that your new partner has the tendency to run off or change drastically. I, myself, would be terrified of getting hurt. Of course, I’d be seduced anyhow, by the delicious promise of my own irresistable words. I sincerely hope you’ll be just so foolish.
If it’s any sort of comfort, I feel rather inspired by my new vision for this little nook of the interspace. I intend, I wish, for this to finally be the one to last – the happily ever after of e-author/e-reader romances, in the most polygamous of senses.
What this epic vision entails is more of me than many of my soulless attempts, and less of me than all of my dreary, personal, emo-teen channeling diaries. There will be anecdotes, certainly, but articles as well, pertaining to my areas of interest. There will be bitter sarcasm, for I wouldn’t be myself without it, but there will be newly characteristic optimism and gentleness. There will be inspiration. I suppose the simplest way to describe what I envision, is to explain how I came to my decision:
The world is in shitty condition. People are filled with hatred for themselves and others. The planet is being mutilated beyond recognition. Ignorance seems to expand in response to exploration that should incite enlightenment. We, as a people, are in desperate need of some heroics. A re-examination of beauty and of love and of life. A sound knock ’round the head to shake our priorities and perspectives straight. It is this I aim, in a frequently comic and not at all preachery way, to offer. Humbly.
Mostly I look forward to the knocking people ’round the head bit.
I’d love for you to stick around for the ride.
Sincerely, for the most part,
~ K
