The New Yorker is like the social equivalent of a Cell publication. TOO long to read quickly.
What I prefer is something like Nature or Science: quick and to the point, covering the main ideas, and not providing so many examples.
Writing is my new therapy for anxiety. Anxiety about life, my future, finances, going back into the gaming community.
I miss having free time. I like going to dance class every week, but somewhere along the way I lost the time to cook. All my kitchen equipment does nowadays is sit in my bedroom collecting dust.
Started watching a PBS documentary titled Between the Folds. Really intriguing how far along paper folding has developed. Origami was a favorite activity of mine as a kid, although the only folds I remember now are the paper crane and the box. Maybe the frog too...
*** I can't remember when I started this post, but I guess I should post it before it starts to rot.***
7.28.2010
7.26.2010
monk kettles
Last night I went to Monk's Kettle to bid farewell to Clare.
Well, first off, we went to Gestalt Haus because there's always a wait at that forsaken restaurant.
I didn't drink anything there, but had finished my dance class right beforehand, so I took out my bag of dried mango slices to nibble on while we waited. Clare and Drab were getting hungry, so they purchased bratwursts at this bar, splitting half of their wursts with me. Drab's had sauerkraut and mustard while Clare's just had ketchup. Clare's was definitely better.
We sat and chatted for a while until Malice checked down the block to see if our table was ready.
A few minutes later, they sat the 5 of us down to a table. We all ordered different beers, shared the charcuterie, my mac and cheese. What else did we get: pot pie (1 short ribs, 1 chicken), pulled pork burger, seared ahi burger, and a lamb burger. Tried almost everything, and was intrigued by my ahi burger and the subtle combination of flavors. Sushi on a bun essentially, minus the bite of pickled vinegar and the nose-clearing effect of wasabi.
I was feeling fine up to a certain point. It could have been due to the combined effects of not having had a large lunch (oatmeal and chips), plus dehydration and exhaustion from dance class, and dehydration from the beer. After eating so much, we paid the bill and were ready to leave. I was standing with Malice when I felt my throat getting caught, and it felt difficult to breathe. I knew what was going to happen, so I turned towards the closest bin and threw up everything I ate that night all the way to the mango slices.
Then the waiter got mad at me for puking in the recycling bin. I apologized. He still looked angry- he was assigned the task of handpicking bottles out of the recycling bin. Sucks to be him.
Anyhow, Leigh Ugh was kind enough to carry all my stuff outside while the gang waited for me. I washed my mouth out in the bathroom, and started drinking from the bottle of water in my backpack, getting lost along the way to Van Ness station. I made it back safely, but hungry.
This morning, I had diarrhea. Talk about embracing the shame into the next day...
Well, first off, we went to Gestalt Haus because there's always a wait at that forsaken restaurant.
I didn't drink anything there, but had finished my dance class right beforehand, so I took out my bag of dried mango slices to nibble on while we waited. Clare and Drab were getting hungry, so they purchased bratwursts at this bar, splitting half of their wursts with me. Drab's had sauerkraut and mustard while Clare's just had ketchup. Clare's was definitely better.
We sat and chatted for a while until Malice checked down the block to see if our table was ready.
A few minutes later, they sat the 5 of us down to a table. We all ordered different beers, shared the charcuterie, my mac and cheese. What else did we get: pot pie (1 short ribs, 1 chicken), pulled pork burger, seared ahi burger, and a lamb burger. Tried almost everything, and was intrigued by my ahi burger and the subtle combination of flavors. Sushi on a bun essentially, minus the bite of pickled vinegar and the nose-clearing effect of wasabi.
I was feeling fine up to a certain point. It could have been due to the combined effects of not having had a large lunch (oatmeal and chips), plus dehydration and exhaustion from dance class, and dehydration from the beer. After eating so much, we paid the bill and were ready to leave. I was standing with Malice when I felt my throat getting caught, and it felt difficult to breathe. I knew what was going to happen, so I turned towards the closest bin and threw up everything I ate that night all the way to the mango slices.
Then the waiter got mad at me for puking in the recycling bin. I apologized. He still looked angry- he was assigned the task of handpicking bottles out of the recycling bin. Sucks to be him.
Anyhow, Leigh Ugh was kind enough to carry all my stuff outside while the gang waited for me. I washed my mouth out in the bathroom, and started drinking from the bottle of water in my backpack, getting lost along the way to Van Ness station. I made it back safely, but hungry.
This morning, I had diarrhea. Talk about embracing the shame into the next day...
7.05.2010
fifa
Had another dream last night, except I woke up and fell asleep before writing it down.
No 2 dreams have been the same, but why have I been dreaming almost every day this past week? What gives?!
I bet it's because my lab mates told me to let my creatives juices flow for my personal statement, and now it's overflowing into my subconscious.
Anyways, the writing is coming, albeit slowly.
Deadline = this week!
No 2 dreams have been the same, but why have I been dreaming almost every day this past week? What gives?!
I bet it's because my lab mates told me to let my creatives juices flow for my personal statement, and now it's overflowing into my subconscious.
Anyways, the writing is coming, albeit slowly.
Deadline = this week!
7.04.2010
twihard
Fanatics of any sort disturb me.
My dream on Friday night involved someone shaving my legs.
My dream last night?
I was stuck inside this underground facility/dungeon, and I was eating a Banh Mi (Vietnamese sandwich) until something started bothering me in my mouth. My fingers touched my top set of teeth, first my left central incisor, and then the left lateral incisor. Both of them had loosened, and the more I fiddled around with them, the looser they became.
The revelation of this dream is that I have no idea- or had forgotten- what the standard names are for each tooth in my mouth. Someone here actually performs research based on tooth stem cells. I also have no clue about how many teeth I should have in my mouth.
My dirty finger is now fiddling around in my mouth again. It seems I have 14 teeth on top and bottom. How about you?
My dream on Friday night involved someone shaving my legs.
My dream last night?
I was stuck inside this underground facility/dungeon, and I was eating a Banh Mi (Vietnamese sandwich) until something started bothering me in my mouth. My fingers touched my top set of teeth, first my left central incisor, and then the left lateral incisor. Both of them had loosened, and the more I fiddled around with them, the looser they became.
The revelation of this dream is that I have no idea- or had forgotten- what the standard names are for each tooth in my mouth. Someone here actually performs research based on tooth stem cells. I also have no clue about how many teeth I should have in my mouth.
My dirty finger is now fiddling around in my mouth again. It seems I have 14 teeth on top and bottom. How about you?
7.03.2010
bocuse
My library reading list currently:
The Passage
Medium Raw
The Killer Inside Me
Knives at Dawn
For people who don't know me, this could look like the dark desires of a apocalypse-craving, cannibalistic murderer.
OH who am I kidding- people who do know me would still see me as such.
My lab mates have voted me as most likely to be a secret serial killer like Dexter. I don't know how they're receiving those kinds of vibes from me.
I like this new blog scheme. It reminds me of Houston, or San Francisco on a good day.
The Passage
Medium Raw
The Killer Inside Me
Knives at Dawn
For people who don't know me, this could look like the dark desires of a apocalypse-craving, cannibalistic murderer.
OH who am I kidding- people who do know me would still see me as such.
My lab mates have voted me as most likely to be a secret serial killer like Dexter. I don't know how they're receiving those kinds of vibes from me.
I like this new blog scheme. It reminds me of Houston, or San Francisco on a good day.
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