* Finally, an urban myth has been proven true! Thanks to the diligent efforts/pure luck of my room-mate, we got to hear our neighbour 'getting it on' with some chick. I had kept hearing about about this traditionally American act of voyeurism but had had no luck with it. I was beginning to think either my apartments had really thick walls, or Kansas had more celibates than the Vatican. All my doubts were smashed today when we, ermm, listened in on the feminine groans and moans emanating from across the walls!

* My interest in Cycling is merely limited to keeping tab of the number of times Lance Armstrong has won the Tour de France. Watching the 'Triplets of belleville' got me curious about the kind of monotony cycling involves and the perseverance required to cycle for days on end. Given the abundance of really long trails near my apartment, I've had the chance to test my own skills at cycling, and it amazes me the Tour de Francer's can do it for days when my own bad knee threatens to leave its cosy confines after just two hours of riding.

It looks like there's more than just stamina and concentration involved. I came across kottke's post on Lance's tactics during the 18th stage of the rally. The pictures describe what's happening very well. Looks like there's more brain-work involved than just keeping yourself focussed on pushing the pedals. I had a similar awakening when I started following F-1 racing in India, and found out that it wasn't just people driving cars real fast.