Prad Nelluru

Smoke from trains of thought

July 2, 2014 at 6:15am
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Jay Tholen's Long Sappy Autobiography →

dropsytheclown:

I’ve always wanted to be a game developer. My time as a lad playing NES games sparked that passion in me, but Klik & Play, a drag-and-drop game making program solidified it. I joined the Klik community in ~1998, and started releasing my paltry little games into the wild. I’ve always been a…

Rock on Jay!

April 2, 2014 at 7:25pm
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Why I don't believe in robots →

mostlysignssomeportents:


My new Guardian column is “Why it is not possible to regulate robots,” which discusses where and how robots can be regulated, and whether there is any sensible ground for “robot law” as distinct from “computer law.”

One thing that is glaringly absent from both the Heinleinian and…

Circuits have no conscience.

March 26, 2014 at 8:40am
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sixpenceee:

Ceramic Ladies Gore by Jessica Harrison 

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March 7, 2014 at 12:14pm
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I’m not sure
when it began,

when I was seven
and my father found
a new family,
or last night
when I traced the
threads on my pillow
that expanded
with water from
my own
eyes

when I was thirteen
and discovered that
eating was a curse,
or yesterday when
my mother glanced
unapprovingly at the
size of my pants
in the dressing
room.

when I was fifteen
and my heart was
split by a girl who
lived two thousand
miles away in a city
that I never knew
was a city,
or today
when you
forgot me
and I pretended
that I was not
hurt;

I am not sure
if it began when I
was seven or thirteen
or fifteen or seventeen
or if it has yet to begin
and I have yet to feel the
worst pain my chest
is capable of feeling.

all I know is that
my heart continues
to break, so often
that I cannot figure out
if it continues to
shatter itself
or if simply
it has never
healed.

— Spokane by LeahJuliett (via be-free-barbie)

You can never put pieces together, can you?

March 5, 2014 at 3:42am
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I am awake

I am awake at 5:30 in the morning. I woke up late today, just 10 minutes before my 12:30 pm class. Sleep took me again at 7:00 pm and released me at midnight. I haven’t been able to have her take me back since. I’ve tried courting my other master, study, however reluctantly, but to little avail. Hunger has been knocking at my body for hours. I await 7 am, when I might get some delectable breakfast tacos. Or until sleep consumes me again.

3:35am
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I took a hiatus

But I surely will not apologize for it.

December 4, 2013 at 8:37pm
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wratshit:

Making Moonshine

Beautiful.

wratshit:

Making Moonshine

Beautiful.

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July 14, 2013 at 1:04pm
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Lootera – A Rare Treat

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It’s rare for me to watch a movie without knowing anything about it. I usually watch the trailer, at least. Not with Lootera – all I knew was that it was a Hindi movie and that the music was by Amit Trivedi, probably my favorite Indian music director.

Lootera is one of those movies that proves that the entire Hindi film industry isn’t wallowing in shit. Exquisitely put together - each frame is brushed together colorfully, the music heightening the emotions on screen – the film has the subtle intensity indicative of an auteur with a precise vision in mind. The events are gripping, unpredictable. The time period of the film, 1950s nascent post-independence India, adds to the flavor of the film – a little dark, a bit unstable, no certainty in sight. The filmmaker’s mastery of movement is delectable. But, the end could have been more subtle to match the rest of the movie.

In all, Lootera is a rare treat. 

July 12, 2013 at 8:35am
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The Motorcycle Diaries

I recently finished Ernesto Che Guevara’s diaries on his journey from Argentina up the continent. Composed when he was still a medical student - a few years older than me - the trip plants the seeds to his philosophy. Most of the book is an account of how Ernesto and his best friend Alberto got from one place to another, with vivifying portraits of the people of South America. But he writes with fiery conviction about the terrible condition of those he encounters - the brokenness of Indians in Peru, the deadly bargain of Chilean ore miners, the subhuman treatment of lepers.

I’m at a point in my life where I hold weak convictions, letting circumstance carry me along. Che’s account pushes me to consider what I’m doing with the time I have - I’m not assailing a continent on a motorcycle, I’m not about to revolutionize anything. I consider him one to follow, at least in carving a purpose in one’s life.

July 9, 2013 at 9:03am
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Downloaded

Yesterday was another of my take-four-hours-to-walk-home days. I got off the wrong stop, bought a tiny antique book, ran into a friend, had a delicious American dinner, and saw a documentary - Downloaded.

The film portrays the saga of Napster, the first successful peer-to-peer file-sharing program. Well-pieced together, the story of the founders, early employees, the entertainment executives, the musicians was told fairly, without the usual belligerent rhetoric of “us vs them” or dramatic pretentiousness of “the rise and fall of x.”
In the end, you could have some sympathy for everyone, a mark of a story with much gray to splash.
And the remarkable part was that I was the only one in the small theater at the Grand Illusion! The projectionist started it up just for me, though I came 10 minutes late. Mondays are slow, she said.