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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 23 Feb 2012 21:57:38 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Home</title><subtitle>Home</subtitle><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/atom.xml"/><updated>2011-12-14T13:30:05Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Cricket crazy</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/14/cricket-crazy.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/14/cricket-crazy.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-14T07:58:40Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:58:40Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.jnoble.net/resource/iphone-20111214185840-1.jpg?fileId=15594938"/></p><p>The Indians love their cricket, we know - but Sachin Tendulkar toothpaste?!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Construction work</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/14/construction-work.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/14/construction-work.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-13T15:16:25Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:16:25Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33596524?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/33596524">Bangalore construction</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/johnnoble">John Noble</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p></p>
<p>Speaks for itself. Inasmuch as I actually speak. So I'll stop writing.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Bangalore dawn</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/13/bangalore-dawn.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/13/bangalore-dawn.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-12T14:19:36Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:19:36Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.jnoble.net/storage/post-images/IMG_1006.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1323699663853" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>The view from the office window this morning (7:02am, local time).</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Chef Basket</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/8/chef-basket.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/8/chef-basket.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-08T10:19:54Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:19:54Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.jnoble.net/resource/iphone-20111208211954-1.jpg?fileId=15509160" alt="" /></p>
<p>And, I ask you, who in Afghanistan <em>wouldn't</em> want one?...</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Bon voyage, dear chap</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/8/bon-voyage-dear-chap.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/8/bon-voyage-dear-chap.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-07T14:30:45Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:30:45Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.jnoble.net/resource/iphone-20111207200016-1.jpg?fileId=15490931" alt="" /></p>
<p>Lincoln just left us. It's sad; I'd rather not talk about it.</p>
<p>The hotel - the inestimably brilliant Taj Vivanta in Bangalore - gave him this going away gift. Apparently, too, they're going to name our rooms after us. 114, 116, 118: "Three Best Friends".</p>
<p>Haha. You think I'm joking. I ain't.</p>
<p>Goodbye, old boy. See you soon.</p>
<p><em>[In other news, I booked a flight from Singapore to Penang on the 18th December so, Bart, Ryan, Sim, Shah and Emma - I'll see you kids then. Can't wait! x]</em></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Ambassador Classic</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/7/ambassador-classic.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/7/ambassador-classic.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-07T07:05:25Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:05:25Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.jnoble.net/resource/iphone-20111207180525-1.jpg?fileId=15489881" alt="" /></p>
<p>These old things are everywhere. This one is a particularly fine example.&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Just got him...</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/7/just-got-him.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/7/just-got-him.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-06T20:24:30Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:24:30Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.jnoble.net/resource/iphone-20111207072430-1.jpg?fileId=15484373" alt="" /></p>
<p>Sorry this one is blurry but it was snapped out of the car window.</p>
<p>He's carrying some bit of wood. You can just see his mate on the back, on the phone. They're crossing a ridiculous junction where you have to fight against directly oncoming traffic.</p>
<p>Driving in India is rarely boring.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Dear Sweden,...</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/4/dear-sweden.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/4/dear-sweden.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-04T06:51:34Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T06:51:34Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>...you have a great reputation, and the legend is that your women are the most beautiful in the world. </p><p>As it turns out, you're the most dull, dry, least affectionate people I've ever met. You're painful to talk to. You suck the life out of the room.</p><p>Noble's recommendation: go to (or be from) Norway.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Photo of the day (and it's not this one)</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/4/photo-of-the-day-and-its-not-this-one.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/4/photo-of-the-day-and-its-not-this-one.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-04T04:26:24Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T04:26:24Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.jnoble.net/resource/iphone-20111204152624-1.jpg?fileId=15438374"/></p><p>Our mate Paddy at the Taj Vivanta asked us if he could get a photo of us behind the bar. (We might have spent some time behind said bar.) He took the photo. </p><p>Twenty minutes later he turned up with the photo, framed!</p><p>What a legend; hospitality at its greatest. Thanks, Paddy. You're a legend of a man.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Photo of the day: Friday 2nd December, '11</title><id>http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/2/photo-of-the-day-friday-2nd-december-11.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jnoble.net/home/2011/12/2/photo-of-the-day-friday-2nd-december-11.html"/><author><name>John Noble</name></author><published>2011-12-02T06:59:42Z</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:59:42Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.jnoble.net/resource/iphone-20111202175942-1.jpg?fileId=15401055"/></p><p>I'll try and post a picture a day of life in Bangalore. They won't be art, they'll just be what happens. </p><p>Today: being fitted for my suit. They're cheap here, so why wouldn't you? Our tailor is this amazing old guy. We got measured up last week and today was the first fitting; he ran around us, tweaking, chalking, measuring, adjusting.</p><p>It's a great experience to be at the literal centre of a great craftsman's work.</p>]]></content></entry></feed>
