Wednesday, August 31, 2005
The situation in New Orleans continues to deteriorate. The levees are breaking and the city is filling with water. Here's a blog of a guy posting from the city. For those of you who know Miss Voitier, she is safe and sound at her parents' house in northern Louisiana, but has most likely lost all of her belongings.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
I went to see Carlos Vives, a Colombian singer, last night at the Agganis Arena with a couple of Colombian friends. The venue was too big for the show, so it was only about half full, but it didn't really matter, because everyone in there was dancing, cheering, waving flags, and essentially going absolutely frickin nuts. For those of you unfamiliar with Señor Vives, he is a huge star in Latin America, and his music is an upbeat mixture of traditional and modern instruments and beats. The guy just exudes charisma. He had the crowd on their feet for the entire show, and even got Boston's favorite Colombian, Edgar Renteria, up on stage to play the maracas and dance a little cumbia.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
- Helped organize the first-ever 8th Floor Happy Hour in my building. Ah yes, a few beers brings out the best in even the most antisocial of workplaces, the academic research laboratory.
- After the Nerds Gone Wild happy hour, I went out to Smith and Wollensky's for a delicious Restaurant Week dinner for a friend's birthday. I had grilled steak medallions wrapped in bacon. Mmmmm....meat.
- Ran 7 miles in the hot sun. I don't know if that's an up or a down.
- Received a $150 ticket in the mail for failing to stop for a pedestrian while I was at the airport earlier in the week. Wait, let me defend myself, it wasn't my fault! I was stopped at the crosswalk and let a group of people cross. Once I determined that they were safely on the other side, I lifted my foot off the brake and began to move forward, and right then some idiot sprints out into traffic in front of my car. I slam on the brakes, crisis averted, but a statie pulls me over and issues a citation. I'm fightin' this one.
- Spent two hours on the phone to Dell tech support, and they still haven't diagnosed my problem with the screen on my monitor turning completely white at random intervals.
- Went to the goodbye party of close friend, fellow biologist, and soccer teammate Aimee D. She's leaving the best coast to head out to San Francisco. Godspeed, Aimee. I hope you enjoyed the inflatable saxophone serenade as much as we enjoyed eating your face. Check out a couple of pictures on Jon's site.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Other person: Here's the money I owe you for the ticket.Also #20: Drink one girly drink in public and you will forever be known as the guy who drinks girly drinks. So true, just ask my soccer teammate Lemonade Steve. Number 51: Never play more than three songs by the same artist in a row brings back memories of the time at Sully's Tap when my brother-in-law played eight Styx songs in a row on the jukebox. After the fourth track, the bartender walked over and unplugged the jukebox. Lastly, #54 cracked me up: Never lie in a bar. You may, however, grossly exaggerate and lean.
Me: Great, thanks. Want a beer?
The next link has been floating around the Internerd for quite a while, but it is worth reading if you haven't yet: Look at my striped shirt! I do my best to avoid bars that attract members of this species of male, which possibly explains my affinity for places like Sully's Tap and The Quencher.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
- East of Eden, by John Steinbeck
- All the Pretty Horses, by Cormac McCarthy
- Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger
- Islands in the Stream, by Ernest Hemingway
- Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut
- To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee
- One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, by Ken Kesey
- Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte
- The World According to Garp, by John Irving
- The Unoriginal Sinner and the Ice Cream God, by John Powers
I could have chosen multiple selections by Steinbeck and Hemingway, like The Grapes of Wrath and For Whom the Bell Tolls, but I decided to stick with one book per author. #3 and #10 made the list partly based on the nostalgia factor, in that my younger self loved them far more than my current self does, but my current self fondly remembers my younger self reading and rereading them. Anyone who has never read #2 but makes fun of it due to the girly title or the Matt Damon movie version is no longer my friend. #5 and #9 gain their spots due to pure bizarre hilariousness. Geez, my list is looking pretty mainstream and dated. Does anyone have anything to add? Other favorites of mine that didn't make the list are On the Road by Jack Kerouac, The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende, Bel Canto by Ann Pachett, and A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
"We have the ability to take him out, and I think the time has come that we exercise that ability," Robertson said. "We don't need another $200 billion war to get rid of one, you know, strong-arm dictator," he continued. "It's a whole lot easier to have some of the covert operatives do the job and then get it over with."Although Presidente Chavez, a vocal critic of President George Bush, has been spotted palling around with good old Fidel lately, members of the State Department were quick to condemn Robertson's comments. Venezuela's Vice President retorted both angrily and humorously, calling Robertson's remarks "very Christian." Heh. An article in Time touches on what I believe to the most interesting part of the ordeal, the recent rise in popularity of leftist politics in Latin America, and the fact that Robertson's statements will do nothing but increase Chavez's popularity in Venezuela.
Monday, August 22, 2005
I got back last night from a girls' weekend with three of my best female friends from high school. We went to Cape Cod, stayed in Hyannis and took a day trip to Nantucket. Note to self: next time, shell out the extra cash and take the high speed ferry, otherwise you will spend more time on the ferry than on the island. Activities included napping in various locations, eating, shopping, and more napping. We didn't spot any Kennedys but did see Steve Forbes. I read The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho and thought it was a simple and very beautiful story. Now I need to figure out my Personal Legend, because unless it involves eating fried clams and sleeping a lot, I haven't achieved it yet. A good time was had by all, and it was nice change to come back relaxed instead of exhausted after a vacation.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Thursday, August 18, 2005
They remind me of these:
I also hated jelly shoes. Okay, so maybe I only hated jellies because I really wanted a pair and everyone else had them and my mother wouldn't buy me them because she thought they were stupid. Just like she thought Cabbage Patch Kids were stupid and overpriced but in an attempt to placate me, bought me a homemade one, which I had to pretend to like but secretly knew the other kids would make fun of me for having a fake Cabbage Patch Kid. To sum things up, Mom was right, but the sight of rubbery footwear brings back unpleasant childhood memories.
So today after work, I am buying two tickets to the White Stripes show at the Opera House. Having missed the boat when tickets went on sale, and rediscovering my love of Jack and Meg's musical genius (see previous post), I went on craigslist and found a guy selling a pair for face value. I decided to take the risk. I have his first name, phone number, and email address, and I am picking the tickets up from him in front of his office, so I'll know where he works. He seems legitimate, but I do find solace in the fact that if the tickets turn out to be phony, I can probably ruin his life. I think I'll restrain myself from telling him this.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
The other day I was talking to a friend I said something about mercurochrome, and he had never heard of it. "You know, a bright orange liquid that came in a little brown bottle and you dabbed it on cuts and stuff?" He had no idea what I was talking about. Growing up, my father was a big believer in mercurochrome. It was a staple in the family medicine cabinet, and I recall it being applied to many a scraped knee, but come to think of it, I haven't seen in around in years. Intrigued, I searched the internet and came up with the definition and the fact that it was banned by the FDA in the 1990s because the chemical formula contains mercury. There's even a website run by mercurochromophiles seeking to reverse the FDA ban. Due to the large number of amalgam fillings in my teeth, and exposure to mercurochrome throughout my childhood, I think I'm destined to go mad as a hatter someday.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
The rare Titan Arum, also known as the Corpse Flower due to its potent rank odor (often compared to rotting flesh), is now in bloom at Smith College in western Massachusetts. I don't know about the rest of you, but I really want to smell that stanky stank flower.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
For the past few months, I have been living with a cat for the first time in my life. His name is Sasha and he belongs to my roommate Maria. Based on my recent observations on feline behavior, I have discovered that, unlike pirates, cats and ninjas have a lot in common. Ninjas are silent. Ninjas lurk undetected. Sasha is also silent and tends to lurk at my feet, undetected until trod upon. Ninjas are deadly. Sasha has killed one small bird and one baby mouse. However, ninjas don't pee in gym bags. Update! Sasha strikes again.