I had to buy a present for an upcoming wedding yesterday. I don’t particularly enjoy buying wedding presents for people, because they’re the least imaginative out there. Even when you get a little creative and thoughtful with them, your efforts go unnoticed in a sea of more obvious, less thoughtful presents.
I hate the word ‘crush‘. I can’t begin to describe how much I hate it. It’s so difficult to say. You push a ball of air into your throat, and before you can expel it, you have to join your dental set and add a -shh to it. Ugh.
The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets. – Will Rogers
The upcoming Goods and Services Tax (a.k.a. GST) in India has taken precedence over conversations about the weather, cricket and why Bahubali had to die in Bahubali 2. Some of this won’t be familiar to my worldwide readership (about which I will always brag), but taxation is a universal experience. And forgive my inability to resist any given opportunity to pun, but few things can be more taxing. Continue reading “Of Taxes”→
I didn’t feel for Warhol the way Robert did. His work reflected a culture I wanted to avoid. I hated the soup and felt little for the can. I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it. – Patti Smith, Just Kids
My brain’s been chewing on this for the last few days. Should an artist be a mirror, something even Shakespeare claimed to do, or a transformer? Should art itself stop at reflecting life, or attempt to change it?
Lee Strasberg could teach you how to be a tree, but he couldn’t teach you how to be a nigger. – Paul Beatty, The Sellout
If I had only one word to describe it, I would use the word “relentless”. If I had three more, I would say, “savage, utterly savage”. If I had the opportunity to check myself and be politically correct, I would say, “by savage, I do not mean to be Continue reading “Book Review: The Sellout by Paul Beatty”→
May is a special month for me – both my birth anniversary and my blog anniversary are this month, though about twenty days apart. And my attitude to either couldn’t be more different. Blog anniversary is to reflect – look back, plan ahead, acknowledge that for whatever reason, I keep writing these light, frivolous things and people keep coming back to read them. Birth anniversary is to hide under a chair. Continue reading “Of A Birthday”→
Once upon a time, I had a movie blog. I reviewed movies I had seen. I won’t link it here, because I don’t think you’d recognise it’s the same person. That reviewer was sharp. Brutal. Snarky. Fearless. Not the wishy washy, whiney, mopey, mellow creature you’ve grown to know and love over the past few years here on Of Opinions. Continue reading “Of Reviewing Things”→
The search is on for the next Doctor on the best TV show in television history, Doctor Who. (Seriously, if you’ve never seen it, make good of your Netflix subscription and watch it this weekend. Or now. You can thank me later.) Fans are already speculating about who’s going to be the next Doctor, with Richard Ayoade and Tilda Swinton Continue reading “Vote For The Thirteenth Doctor!”→
I know only about ten people will read this, but if you’re somebody who kicks the seat in front of you while watching a movie at a theatre, or a play, or a concert, or any social arrangement that requires being in rows of seats (like a wedding or a funeral), DO NOT KICK THE SEAT IN FRONT OF YOU. Don’t you ever get kicked at? Don’t you feel Continue reading “Of Entertainment and Etiquette”→