And it finally came...

So, it's been longer than I thought I'd leave the internet hanging. But in the grand scheme of things -- what with my future european getaways, emotional breakdowns, honeymoons, and ethidium bromide poisioning treatments -- a week or two isn't really all that long. After all, who am I kidding here? We all know that I am not famous yet, and as such am just a regular person. And as a regular person, by law, a week or two in my life is inconsequential... trivial even.

Even so, this wouldn't be a website if I didn't have assorted thoughts to collect, enfranchising my double-digit readership, presumably mostly from google and looking for this.

And, to tie up a few loose ends, I guess I'm not ethnically Bangladeshi. It's not something I'd ordinarily say to people, unless somehow convenient to something I'm conversationally trying to relate to.

As for the daily stuff, life at home is squalid. Yes, there's carpeting and my own bathroom and a car and a good city, but I do terribly dislike having to reinvent philosophies in order to deal with my parents. Aside from that, the weather is actually fantastic. I've been going to the beach daily (for jogs and walks -- more of the latter, clearly), and discovered today that I sunburn. My entire life I've empirically known otherwise, but I'm a brownish-red color now -- like one of those wood dining tables with the slight reddish tint. Oh well, all in all, life is good, I've relaxed some. My daily difficulties come more in the slow appreciation of the fact that I have no money and have already dammed up too much pride to ask my parents for money -- the way it should be.

And have taken to reading "The Corrections," a book I initially picked up some time ago because of the Oprah factor, and have now crossed the page 10 threshold because there's some literary theory to be learned here.

And for some nostalgia, the MIT tubes have been cut. Now, I'm in a land where people don't race up escalators, and where they'd rather stand in line at the movie theatres rather than using the newfangled credit card machine to buy their tickets. On the downside, (let's face it, people), they're hotter. Maybe it's the "jogging" at the beach -- but even my Daniel Liebeskind glasses don't help me here.

So, to all my friends back east -- if ever you find yourself in LA or hereabouts, let me know and you'll have a place to stay and you'll get to see my tiny Toyota Tercel and financially emaciated existence, and maybe even some sunburn.