Showing posts from January, 2006

Woody Allen about luck

"People are afraid to acknowledge or to face what huge dependency they have on luck,". "There's a tendency to think we have great control over our lives or some control, but the truth of the matter is that we don't have the control that you think. You think you have control - you think if you get up in the morning, you exercise, you eat right and don't smoke, you will be healthy. But it doesn't work that way - you still get cancer and you still get hit by a bus. So much is luck. But if you face that, it's a very unpleasant feeling. You like to feel 'I have some control over events' ... You do have some control, but much less than you think, and that's why I wanted to make the movie."

Like most people on this planet

Everyone talks of the crash. There was no sudden crash. The shares went down, the analysts speculated, as they always do. Then, the shares went a bit up now just to keep the hope alive. Then more down, and down and down, a bit down, a bit up, and then collapsed and stayed there

I drive by horrible looking homes that cost un-reachable millions of dollars. VC’s, licking their wounds, sit on top of heaps of money fearful to make a move. There are no pensions waiting for us in California.

There are no other options. It's all we have left: our know-how to make software boom. They know how to make software everywhere is Internet. But one needs Sillicon Valley to make software boom.

My Daughter

Her poem is titled Who am I

Who Am I?

I am a writer with flowing ideas.
I am an actress who desires lines.
I am a girl with many questions.
I have no time- only a busy schedule.
I love to watch movies and want to make them.
I am constantly on the Internet.
I am a dreamer with a vast imagination.
I am a person with expressive opinions.
I am a bookworm who loves to read fiction.
I am someone who tries her best and nothing less.

“Do you like it?”, she asked
“I do.”
“Why all people hate us?”
“Hate us, our family?”
“No, they hate America. They hate our government , they hate us.”

I see Americans as winners of a lottery ticket. We came from Canada or Iran or Romania or wherever. Do the haters see we Americans, are nothing but one of them?

“We are not Americans dad. We are Canadians.”
“OK, Canadians. The same logic applies.”
“They seem to love Canadians. The same said a boy in my class about Mexico. They like Canada and Mexico.”

Someone once said that if America didn't exist, it should have been invented.


Incessant Barking

From New Yorker,