No Archimedes moment here. My thoughts are with my relatives who still reside in the Motherland.
My parents are from the city of Surat, state of Gujarat, country of India. Surat's in the news this week because of the few hundred thousand residents who had to evacuate due to monsoon flooding. Gujarat is one of three Indian states most affected by the floods, and the rainy season can be a bit nasty, but this time I think it really hit home. My parents worry about their families there; there's no communication and little information.
The news reports vary wildly on the levels of water and the number of people displaced, but they all share one fact: Surat has a big diamond polishing industry. That's it. It's like some tidbit from an old press release. See, the correspondents aren't at the scene, so they describe the loss in terms of industry revenue. Normally I'd look to blogs for insider accounts, but I have a feeling the local bloggers have no electricity.
Welcome to India, the world's largest democracy.
55 Fiction Friday awaits those large ice cubes designed to stop global warming.
Quincy's new shirt was an ugly gift from a cruel relative. He expected ribbing from his golf buddies. Instead, he got a job offer during an impromptu clubhouse lunch, and a date next weekend with a cute driving range instructor.
Fortune trumps fashion, Quincy realized. Now he had to develop a taste for bad taste.