Never odd or even.
Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog.
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas.
21 August 2008
16 August 2008
12 pennies for my thoughts
It's Saturday evening and I'm in the lab, procrastinating and wasting time before dinner with Sue and Till. Sitting here, I just realized that someone stole 12 cents off my desk! On Friday, I had 12 pennies stacked neatly on my desk to remind myself to go to the post-office for stamps. The day was hectic, partly due to a four hour meeting with my boss, and I totally ran out of time for stamp shopping, so the pennies remained desktop bound, ready for their future fate at the post-office. Well, not anymore, bastard thieves (probably the cleaners). Seriously, who the hell steals 12 cents, it's not enough to buy anything... except stamps I guess. Sigh.
Speaking of money matters, I'm totally broke after my trips to Chicago last week and Rochester, NY the week before for Fari's wedding, so it was a nice surprise that last night for restaurant week at Mantra my share of the bill was 64 cents -- they totally botched the charge on my card, it should have been around $50. I was hesitant to sign and bolt, but the rest of the table thought it was a good deal and bailed on me. In the end I left Emre to sign my docket and fill in the tip, a generous 40%!
Well gotta go, Japanese dinner awaits.
Update: Mantra ended up charging me the full cost of the bill. Bastards.
Speaking of money matters, I'm totally broke after my trips to Chicago last week and Rochester, NY the week before for Fari's wedding, so it was a nice surprise that last night for restaurant week at Mantra my share of the bill was 64 cents -- they totally botched the charge on my card, it should have been around $50. I was hesitant to sign and bolt, but the rest of the table thought it was a good deal and bailed on me. In the end I left Emre to sign my docket and fill in the tip, a generous 40%!
Well gotta go, Japanese dinner awaits.
Update: Mantra ended up charging me the full cost of the bill. Bastards.
10 July 2008
An update
It's 4 minutes to midnight on a school-night. I have to get up early tomorrow morning, but that's OK because I'm totally drunk. It's been a while since I last updated and what better way to break the blogging drought than while pissed. So, what's been happening? Well...
... my mum and brother came to visit last month for a few days. It was fun having them around. I took them to my favourite restaurants, we ate ourselves silly, and I showed them around Boston a bit. It was very weird seeing them again after a year apart; I've certainly missed them. They had a great time by all accounts.
... I started my new job at MIT. My boss is nice (thus far) and the Broad Institute is something else. It's very high-tech and fancy, and I feel absolutely out of my league. It's my last chance at making something out of my postdoc, so we'll see how it goes. The commute sucks and a girl in the lab hates me, but that's another story....sigh. I miss the people in my old lab...
... because of my new job I'm quite stressed out and very insecure about everything. Often I have no idea what the hell I'm doing here and whether it's worth it or not. I want to return home constantly.
... my turtle Fetch is growing up and quickly filling his little tank.
... Eli my plant (a Lily) is not faring so well and is barely clinging to life, although he has sprouted two new leaves recently, therefore giving me hope that he'll survive through the summer at least.
... summer is in full force with 30 degree days, very humid and frequent thunderstorms, but no fucking cold winter bullshit thanks be the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Ramen.
... I'm in a state of bewilderment regarding Sven, the cute MIT postdoc who I'm not seeing, but would like to. It's messed up and totally messing me up.
... have started/trying to rollerblading! Kind of fun in a falling over making ass of oneself kind of way (Sven's fault).
... looking forward to my friend Fari's wedding in upstate NY and the reception in Chicago early August. I'm so excited for her!! I've been there from the beginning when she met her future husband, and to see her happy and hitched is a real buzz.
... I was planning to visit Sydney this December but don't think I can make it, so am very sad about that :-(
... my gym regime is fully screwed because of work and laziness. I fear that I'm turning into an obese blob.
So that's it, too drunk to write more. Later.
... my mum and brother came to visit last month for a few days. It was fun having them around. I took them to my favourite restaurants, we ate ourselves silly, and I showed them around Boston a bit. It was very weird seeing them again after a year apart; I've certainly missed them. They had a great time by all accounts.
... I started my new job at MIT. My boss is nice (thus far) and the Broad Institute is something else. It's very high-tech and fancy, and I feel absolutely out of my league. It's my last chance at making something out of my postdoc, so we'll see how it goes. The commute sucks and a girl in the lab hates me, but that's another story....sigh. I miss the people in my old lab...
... because of my new job I'm quite stressed out and very insecure about everything. Often I have no idea what the hell I'm doing here and whether it's worth it or not. I want to return home constantly.
... my turtle Fetch is growing up and quickly filling his little tank.
... Eli my plant (a Lily) is not faring so well and is barely clinging to life, although he has sprouted two new leaves recently, therefore giving me hope that he'll survive through the summer at least.
... summer is in full force with 30 degree days, very humid and frequent thunderstorms, but no fucking cold winter bullshit thanks be the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Ramen.
... I'm in a state of bewilderment regarding Sven, the cute MIT postdoc who I'm not seeing, but would like to. It's messed up and totally messing me up.
... have started/trying to rollerblading! Kind of fun in a falling over making ass of oneself kind of way (Sven's fault).
... looking forward to my friend Fari's wedding in upstate NY and the reception in Chicago early August. I'm so excited for her!! I've been there from the beginning when she met her future husband, and to see her happy and hitched is a real buzz.
... I was planning to visit Sydney this December but don't think I can make it, so am very sad about that :-(
... my gym regime is fully screwed because of work and laziness. I fear that I'm turning into an obese blob.
So that's it, too drunk to write more. Later.
3 May 2008
Quality of life
We all want "quality" in life. We're all guilty of aspiring to the finer things in our brief, fumbling existence on this globe. Whether it's in materialistic goods (a nice car or fancy technology), or on a deeper level (meaningful relationships, finding the perfect life-partner), wanting "the best" threatens to consume us all. It blinds us to the fortunes we already possess, whatever those may be.
We all want quality living and we convince ourselves that we deserve a quality life. But are we simply deluding ourselves about what we can really attain in life? When should we "settle" with what we have? How do we reconcile ourselves in accepting that the less than desirable facets of our lives may well be the best that we'll ever get? It's not easy. It requires a re-examination of our own sense of worth and a brutal acceptance that maybe we aren't as good as we think, or that those close to us tell us that we are.
Lately I've been ruing the fact that I haven't found a quality guy. Sure I get to fuck the (very) occasional guy, but it seems all I ever get is "quantity". My definition of quantity is someone who scores less than 5 (out of 10) on the looks scale, who may not be the greatest conversationalist or thinker, and who is not overall "put together"; basically the majority of single gays in Boston. A quality guy would be the opposite of course. Wherever I turn, it seems that quality is everywhere, but nowhere around me. Of course I want the smoking hot, at least semi-intelligent, unpretentious, passionate boy who is as keen about me as I them, but maybe it's time I re-evaluate my prospects and realise that the sexy, cute boy of my dreams may never materialise in my lifetime. This mentality is not about giving up the search for a quality partner, but rather, tempering my expectations with reality.
As the big three-zero looms on the horizon, the possibility of finding the ideal soul-mate becomes a frightening prospect. Maybe it's time to settle after all...
We all want quality living and we convince ourselves that we deserve a quality life. But are we simply deluding ourselves about what we can really attain in life? When should we "settle" with what we have? How do we reconcile ourselves in accepting that the less than desirable facets of our lives may well be the best that we'll ever get? It's not easy. It requires a re-examination of our own sense of worth and a brutal acceptance that maybe we aren't as good as we think, or that those close to us tell us that we are.
Lately I've been ruing the fact that I haven't found a quality guy. Sure I get to fuck the (very) occasional guy, but it seems all I ever get is "quantity". My definition of quantity is someone who scores less than 5 (out of 10) on the looks scale, who may not be the greatest conversationalist or thinker, and who is not overall "put together"; basically the majority of single gays in Boston. A quality guy would be the opposite of course. Wherever I turn, it seems that quality is everywhere, but nowhere around me. Of course I want the smoking hot, at least semi-intelligent, unpretentious, passionate boy who is as keen about me as I them, but maybe it's time I re-evaluate my prospects and realise that the sexy, cute boy of my dreams may never materialise in my lifetime. This mentality is not about giving up the search for a quality partner, but rather, tempering my expectations with reality.
As the big three-zero looms on the horizon, the possibility of finding the ideal soul-mate becomes a frightening prospect. Maybe it's time to settle after all...
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