Thursday, January 22, 2009

A Matter of Great Scientific Importance.

This is very interesting. Do read on.

Well, it's a simple solution..

I Google a lot. I don't know if you were aware of this. Yes, I've Googled myself (no, there wasn't anything interesting). Yes, I've Googled my profs and coworkers (I found Stefano's wedding pics and my German teacher's Facebook page!). However, I also like to Google ways to make myself better.

Tonight, my query was, "Google, tell me 'how to be more personable and confident'." And what do they show me?

"Ronaldo confident of more personal awards this season"

Well, I guess the simple solution is to be Ronaldo..

No, in the good way!

So it's like this:

The Austrians have invaded and are teaching my courses. They are both from Graz. One says "ja" a lot. The other looks like you put Heikki Kovalainen and Kimi Raikkonen in a blender, then arbitrarily put them back together with a hot glue gun and some pomade. In the really good way, though! I know it doesn't sound possible, but yeah, that's just how it is.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I hate when I come across things like this! It's my Normande coming out..

On the train back, that wrong thing happened. The French are funny about the way they do public transportation. I’ve said a million times that it’s great and reliable, but they still don’t make much sense in how they do things. For example, we bought tickets that said “sit where you want” – which we did. But other people bought tickets that said “sit in seat X”. So naturally, every seat we sat in really belonged to someone else.

The French aren't "funny" about things. I mean, there is some sort of system. You sit where you want, provided it's not reserved! All you have to do is look at the little tags above the seat! Is it really that difficult? Stupid Americans..

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

It's not a tribute. I just want everyone to know he was a great guy.

He sent me this once, among other things. I'll miss Nathan Melis talkin' here.
My Anthem

Love hides in the open world
on bright winter afternoons.

We call it blind
but just as soon find Love
drew our portrait
years before we met.

How do I greet you, Love?
There is no salutation, smile, kiss, hug
equal to the thin glove
you hold out for truth alone.

Yet if Love is stone
thought, movement, language, emotion, age
grow brittle as teeth.
Let Love leaf
organic and strange
from shady flexible branches.

Love dances on its own grave -
a common image -
but even Art must have the courage
to be sentimental.

Saturday, January 10, 2009



And we are damn pleased with ourselves!

Thursday, January 8, 2009


"This is Top Chef, it's not Top Scallops!" Ah, Fabio, a man after my own heart!