Looking at photos I scanned from 50 year-old film roll I found some of a pot plant blooming. It came back to me. We had a night-blooming cereus, also known as Princess of the Night and other names, at home which did nothing most of the time. But once on a rare occasion it would burst into bloom. I think in all my childhood years this only happened twice. This would be cause for wonder and picture taking. The blooms would last only one night. Here are the three photos I took, perhaps in 1973.
Last Friday I had breakfast at Komala Vilas, a southern Indian cusine eatery that gets high marks, which I had patronised on a previous stopover in Singapore. I had a couple of vadai, which are doughnuts made from legumes. Crisp on the outside, white and fluffy on the inside. I'm still dreaming of them. If one wants tasty nourishing vegetarian food, Indian recipies are a must.
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| Next week I have a surprise... |
Here's an old joke (obviously pre-Internet) my late brother, who was a lecturer, was fond of:
A lecturer comes in one day with a cassette player. "I have prerecorded lectures for you and the AV assistant will cue them up so for the rest of the semester I don't need to come to the lecture theatre." He presses play and leaves.
Next week, he's curious about how his students are adapting to the arrangement, so at 15 minutes past the hour he peeks into the theatre. There on the lectern is his player, and on the student benches are their cassette recorders, capturing his lecture.
