Will Smith & Ethiopian Food

After a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in his neighborhood, Will Smith was supposedly admitted into MIT back in the day. So, in the emptiness that is my Saturday, I found a corroborating interview:

Like when you were recruited by MIT, but didn't apply.
Yeah. I never had any intention of going. My mother graduated from Carnegie Mellon. She was very serious about college, but I wanted to rap.
Can you imagine what your life would have been like if you had gone?
I would have made a billion dollars and been broke by now. I've always dreamed of a computerized classroom. You'd come in and the teacher wouldn't have to take roll - every desk would have fingerprint roll. They could track you from one class to the other. Computer engineering would've been the only way for me to go.

Moral: MIT recruits B-listers with potential. (for reference, Harvard's Natalie Portman is A-list, and Tatyana Ali is C-list). Also, now we see that rap robbed the world of would-be computer engineer Will Smith.

In other news, I noticed that Alex Kerry's fantastic speech about her father diving to rescue and administering CPR on her drowned hamster has an ironic twist -- a quick tip of the hat to Ted Kennedy, don't you think?:

"But my dad jumped in, grabbed an oar, fished the cage from the water, hunched
over the soggy hamster and began to administer CPR."

Last night made for my first social outing of the month of July by way of Ethiopian Food. New moral of food consumption -- if you're going to break your diet to go eat with people, eat at a restaurant from an impoverished society. Oddly enough, chances are the food is high in nutrition, low in crap, and overall not filling but good for your diet. PLUS, it's rare and ethnic and potentially culturally enriching, which the savants of my social universe dig.

I just got a call at desk from a drunken former resident of Baker. He wanted to know the number of another resident, but didn't seem to understand that she doesn't live her for the summer. Then he asked for "the number of any cool girl living in baker," to which I got decidedly prick. Then finally, he broke it down for me.

1. He's drunk.
2. He's in finland.
3. He doesn't have a computer.
4. His friends are drunk
5. His friends want to talk to a cute American girl.

And there you have it -- my eurotrash experience of the day. Good day to all. And remember, it's not John Kerry's fault that his speech sucked. Strenth and wisdom may not be opposing values, but the Dem playbook has apparently slated charm as the one thing that a man of substance cannot have. And so, the nation's Democrats will try elect the richest, most charmless, patronizing Vietnam Veteran (we'll play along and skip over the senator bit) to office.