Tim Sodhi

I was tempted, so tempted to throw what I believe in, what I have given just so much to build, and so much of my time and energy, I was tempted to throw all that away and embrace the dark side. I know not how I could have contemplated that,

In lieu of the practitioner meeting that was scheduled to take place yesterday, I have endeavored to create an online questionnaire, which the practitioners and non-expert authors can now go through and fill out. The input shall be instrumental to the incipient stages of the project work, and has been

Getting Coppercore to run on my Mac has turned out to be more an ordeal than I had earlier imagined. The scripts needed to be changed and the environment set. There is not too much help on the web for Mac users of CCRT, so here is my little how-to.

Probably a gold doubloon for whoever can explain how I can seamlessly access the AD from OS X. I have tried the better part of the day configuring the Nameservers and Domain rights on my Mac, but still don’t seem to be any closer to accessing the pure nirvana

Back home, back to my Rissa, could there be anything better than that? One could try, but one would not succeed! Saturday, the day we started back for home. It was kind of weird, waking up to an aching body. Partly due to the long walks we took I guess.

The final day, Friday. Having slept early we were still not fully recovered from the long and arduous journey this Summer School has seemed to be. The enthusiasm that fueled our initial days seems to have tempered a wee bit, but was back in force, as this was indeed the

Day IV of the Fréjus and French saga. It was with that we woke up this morning and unfortunately, the weather outside soon dampened our hyper spirits. The skies were overcast, and rain just seemed imminent. We trudged through, once again, from somnolence to coffee and back again. The only

Day Three already! The realization dawned on us, as we headed for breakfast this morning. It promised to be splendid day indeed, and we weren’t disappointed, although in hindsight, we could’ve really taken advantage of this day – beach and sports wise. The worst part about morning is the

19 days and counting! It is just so surprising, the alacrity with which all came to pass! Just missing the love of mine, ever so much, I casually had dropped the idea, that lest VT not work out, she could think about visiting me in June, ahead of my visit

Oh the pains and the regrets of the morning after. What a night it was! Katherine mentioned it in passing, at dinner (a staid, dull and boring affair, due to the fact that I am a vegetarian, and it is a sin to be a vegetarian in France), that there