first day of classes, attempt III

I've never been so eager for daylight savings to come around. I'm not terribly familiar with things geological or circadian or astronomical, but it's almost 7 here and still fairly dark. Now, given that it's the first day of classes, that's fine -- I can handle waking up early and pondering the virtues of going to the gym. But in general, this isn't feasible. The dreary abyss of dead end research isn't the best motivator for one to wake up. And so it is that I'm hoping for some early morning sun.

God, I suck at this whole blog thing.

Anyhow, I got sick of trying to figure out the right wing mind and just began listening to Air America. When you become a daily visitor to "Drudge Report," you tend to wonder what your life would be like without knowing the up-to-the-minute scandal news. But as I've stopped caring, it's funny how life goes by and news doesn't really seem to matter much.

Back when Kerry was doing well, I cared more about the election. Now, I will watch tonight's debate and not try to figure out the mind of the swing voter, because clearly we have all failed at that. Swing voters are evil people with few actual values. If you like guns and babies, vote Bush. If you don't, vote Kerry. It's really as simple as that.

Another long pause

Ok then.

Finally settled into my new place, a few blocks away from campus. It's nice. Roommate situtation is by far the best I've had the chance of living through. The roommate is a history grad student -- so he tends to fill in those regions of conversation that I normally end up BS-ing because MIT wasn't exactly a history Mecca. Now I know better.

Anyhow, normal updates to come. Classes begin on Thursday. Social life is at a maybe 2.5/10 on the scale right now. I still have major past dues in terms of getting in touch with people -- it's in the works.

Finally:
- no ugg sightings. it's too hot.
- saw "Friday Night Lights" -- as fun as an episode of Xena
- bought a honda civic that has the engine of a 82 Geo Metro
- when you get close to a hundred channels in cable but only have a 13" TV -- well that's really just the meanest joke of all

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.