Thursday, February 28, 2008
Me: This is Eileen, who is this?
Caller: I find your purse!
Me: What? (What? I didn’t lose my purse.)
Caller: I find it on the Number 10 bus!
Me: (Holy crap I ride the Number 10 bus) What does it look like?
Caller: It’s little and red. I didn’t take anything, I promise!
Me: My wallet! I didn’t even know I lost it!
Caller: You come get it right now?
Me: Okay. How did you get my phone number?
Caller: It was on the little card. (Note to readers: Whenever I buy a new wallet, I always fill out the little information card. I’d advise you to do the same.)
The wallet-finder lives near Andrew Square, so I met up with him at the Dunkin’ Donuts (Because you know where bus riders don’t go to retrieve their wallets from strangers? Starbucks.) I thanked him and offered him some money, and he refused. Granted, it was a crumpled up five and a couple of ones…I’m a grad student, what do you expect? Turns out he’s a recent immigrant from Guatemala, and I told him that I lived in Nicaragua for two years, and he was very surprised by that. We switched to Spanish, and he told me that a few weeks ago, he dropped his wallet at the bank without realizing. The next day he went back, and it was still there, complete with $100 in cash. He was amazed and asked who had turned it in. The teller said it was some American guy, so he decided that Americans are nice people and when he found my wallet on the floor of the bus, he saw it as his opportunity to return the favor.
So, the moral of this story is a two-parter (I almost typed bimodal but then thought that would be too nerdy. Oh, and my apologies for today's bout of parentheses fever.) : 1. There are some nice people in the world. and 2. I should pay more attention to my belongings.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Seriously, whenever they are served, some people will gobble them up with delight, while others flee the room in panicked disgust.
As for myself, I fall firmly in the Pro deviled egg camp. Mmmm...just scrape out that hardboiled yellow, mush it up with a fork, stir in some mayo, mustard, salt and pepper, scoop the mix back into the white, and finish with a dash of paprika. So delicious, and nothing satanic about them at all. In fact, I might just start calling them Jesused eggs. Or maybe not.
How about the rest of you:
Deviled eggs, yay or nay?
Monday, February 25, 2008
I had a fairly uneventful weekend- I'm fighting off some sort of cold, so I spent most of the time lying around on my couch. I didn't even watch the Oscars.
Here are a couple goodies from the internet to perk up your morning:
1. A fun video done to Spoon's Don't You Evah. I want one of those little spongy guys!
2. The sponge material theme continues. I don't know how to even describe this- art project?- and I don't really understand it, but I like it. Today Is The Day.
Friday, February 22, 2008
So, on to today...I volunteered for a medical study at work- donate three little tubes of blood, and help someone's research project (and get paid $25 cash for your trouble). I warned the girl in advance that I sometimes get a little lightheaded (mostly because I didn't want her to freak out in case I did faint), but thought I would be fine. The blood draw was a tad uncomfortable but over in a jiffy. I started to get that muffled hearing sensation (the first sign....uh-oh) and sat down for a while until it passed. I thought I was in the clear, but when I rose from the chair and started walking, everything went black. I slumped against the wall, then sort of slid down it and ended up lying on the tile floor in a busy hallway. The incident attracted a crowd of about ten nurses, doctors, researchers, and receptionists . So embarrassing! Everyone was really nice, though, and since it is a hospital, they should be used to such occurrences.
Anways, onto the list #38
Things That (sometimes) Make Me Faint:
1. getting blood drawn
2. watching other people bleed (only when it's a lot of blood, a simple paper cut won't do the trick)
3. having a fever
4. being somewhere really hot
5. not eating (You know those people who claim "I was so busy I forgot to eat!" well, that would never happen to me.)
6. Doing animal experimentation
7. Thinking about eyeballs (they totally gross me out)
Thursday, February 21, 2008
So, here's how it went down:
When we first walked in, it was pretty awkward, because there was no music playing (um, hello, get on that, 8 Minute Dating staff!) and the room was fairly well-lit, so everyone was just sort of milling around and looking at each other, like a Freshman Orientation mixer or a middle school dance. Once the evening got started, though, it was actually a lot of fun. I'm a fairly talkative person to begin with (I know. You're shocked.) so keeping up a conversation for 8 minutes wasn't difficult, especially given the variety of participants. I met two lawyers, an accountant, a musician, an MIT grad student, and architect, and a medical sales guy. One was from Colombia, one was from China, and the rest were Americans. Last night, the age range was from 22 to 32, so I was definitely on the higher end of the spectrum. Overall, no one seemed like a big jerk or a potential stalker, so that was good, and the whole thing was easy and laid-back. I would definitely recommed going with a friend, because there is some down-time at the start as well as a 30-minute break halfway through, so it helps to have someone to hang out with during those times. I would try it again, but probably sign up for a higher age bracket (25 to 35) next time.
After the speed dating, I met up for karaoke and sushi for a coworker's birthday at Maluken in Kenmore square. I was the first one to arrive, and I was hungry, so I sat at the sushi bar and asked the chef to make whatever he thought was the best. He gave me some sashimi and then made a spicy roll with avacado and a couple types of fish. I asked him for the name of the roll, and he answered something in Japanese. The waitress asked him to repeat it, and then she translated with a chuckle: "Chef says Sexy Maki." So, if I strike out in the 22 to 32 bracket, at least I know I have some potential with 60 year old sushi chefs.
P.S. Did you catch the lunar eclipse last night? My coworker Vibhu and I performed a karaoke duet of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" in tribute.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I don't know if it was due to yesterday's big announcement or the fact that I received one Cuban peso in the mail for winning this contest, but something gave me the undeniable urge to fix myself a rum and coke.
Despite my leftist leanings, I have no soft spot in my heart for Fidel and his 49 year dictatorship. Good riddance. When I was in Nicaragua, a couple of my Peace Corps friends traveled to Cuba, and came back with only this to say: "Communism sucks."
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Need more proof? Look at the hand gestures.
See what I mean?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
For Week 2, I realize that not everyone has kept up the pace, so I’ll try to avoid spoilers. I’m still enjoying the book and thought that this second section was a bit easier to read, so either I’m getting used to Rushdie’s writing style or the storyline is becoming easier to follow.
A couple additional comments about the first section:
- One of my coworkers said that he thought that the boatman Tai killed the European women who supposedly drowned themselves in the lake. I didn't think he actually killed them, but that he somehow prophesied the death of Aadam Aziz's German friend and then tried to make Aadam feel guilty about it.
- I accidentally skipped over one page near the birth of Baby Saleem and almost missed out on a key incident of the plot. Reading about Mary Pereira's feelings of guilt and references to her crime, I realized that I might have missed something big, so I flipped back and found the page I had skipped. Don't want to spoil anything, but something major does happen at the end of Book One. I think Padma leaves because she feels like she has been tricked, and is angry about it.
Comments on the second section:
- In case, like me, you have no idea what a tetrapod is (or think it refers to a 4-legged animal), here's some information and pictures of structural tetrapods. That part was sort of boring for me, but I've never been all that interested in business ventures.
-I thought the descriptions of the Brass Monkey setting shoes on fire were pretty funny. I also liked the mom going to the racetrack.
- You'd have to hit someone pretty hard to make them go deaf in one ear. I'm surprised that the narrator isn't more bitter about that.
- Lastly, towards the end of the section, we finally learn what Saleem's special power is. No interaction with the other midnight's children yet, but it must be coming soon.
Next assingment: Read up to the beginning of the section entitled Commander Sabarmati's Baton (p. 288 in my version) by next Thursday.
Book club update will go up this evening. This little guy looks like he could be a character in Midnight's Children.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Here's a sampler:
Check out last year's photos here.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday- Worked for a while, then looked a bunch of possible venues for my sister's wedding. I saw one in Quincy, one in Dorchester, one in East Boston, and one downtown, and none of them were any good. So, if anyone has recommendations for an affordable reception venue in the Boston area that can hold 180 people, let me know!
Now, let me tell you about the highlight of the day....it's sort of a long, boring story involving hours of the Virtual Waiting Room and a few panicked phone calls, but with a happy ending. (um, not that kind of happy ending.) I have tickets to Opening Day at Fenway Park! Sure, they're standing room only, but I've never been to opening day before, and this one's complete with a World Series championship ring ceremony. So, yes, I'm very excited. Special thanks (and two tickets) go to Timm, who spent hours at his computer logged in as me while I was busy looking at potential wedding venues and playing soccer.
Sunday- Sleep, running, work, squalls, blah. Headed to trivia tonight, so that should be fun. Oh, for those of you in Boston...what the hell is up with the weather? These squalls are downright apocalyptic.
Friday, February 08, 2008
On the plus side, maybe she'll be able to understand what Ozzy is saying.
I really do hope she gets her shit together. Crazy, headed for disaster, but, damn, what an amazing voice.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
My money is on a virus, like the one found to be the cause of last year's honeybee epidemic.
Hmmm....I've always been fascinated by outbreaks of infectious disease, so maybe I am in the right field, after all.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Weird, huh? By the way, the word licence is hard to spell. I feel like there should be an s in there somewhere.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
1. I had never read anything by Rushdie before, so I had no idea what to expect. I am amazed how much the writing style reminds me of South American writers Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Isabel Allende. Mystic realism all over the place!
2. I love some of the images- Aadam Aziz falling in love via glimpses through a hole in a sheet, Lifafa Das trying to fit the whole world into his peepshow box, etc.
3. Many of my favorite novels are lengthy epics that trace the history of a family over a period of many years (examples: Middlesex, the Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay). Midnight’s Children shares this format.
4. I like it when the narrator interrupts the story to chat with Padma and whatnot. It feels like the reader is getting a little break.
5. I wonder if Nadir Khan will reappear. I’m guessing yes.
6. What is the deal with Joseph D’Costa and Mary Pereira? I think they’re Indians with white people names (Christian converts?), but I can’t really figure them out. Apparently, Mary becomes the narrator’s nanny, so that explains why they are in the story.
Next assignment: By next Tuesday, read up until the start of the chapter entitled Love In Bombay. In my version, that's page 205.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Instead, I'll just remind those of you in Super Tuesday states to vote tomorrow. It will be a game-day decision for me. Although I came out strong for Hillary in the past, events over the last couple of weeks have me considering hopping aboard the Obamawagon. Yes, Kevin, I've been following along.
Still trying to decide? Use the Electoral Compass to find out which candidate best matches your opinions on the issues.
Friday, February 01, 2008
"I had the rebound in my hand," Nowitzki said, "and then Rondo came out of nowhere and snuck it up to the basket before I could react."
In other news.....ARE YOU READY FOR SOME SUPERBOWL?
These guys are:
MVP Randy Moss