The craziest thing about them is that you can actually feel. I knew I was dreaming but felt someone hover over me, touching my arm. Scary as shit.

I finished the most satisfying meal at Mr Dumpling yesterday. I was the only one in the restaurant. Today was Cafe India and even more delicious. I love these carefree and placid summer days where the weather is nice, the students are few, and I sit on the grass in front of the harbor eating food from Pan Chancho and enjoy my life. 

It doesn't matter that the buddhist's teachings weren't completely backed up by sound arguments or that he made assertions about the nature of human experience by drawings parallels to the properties of other physical things (such as the mind to the fertile ground and thoughts as seeds) without explaining how or why they are related. It's a session ( Read more... )

I can hardly believe that a year ago this time I was either at Wellesley finishing my english paper and ballroom dancing at MIT, or chasing sunshine and taking lap dancing lessons in San Francisco with Katie. That semester just seems like a disjointed, out of place segment of time- some of which was very fun and others rather mundane. I hardly ( Read more... )

You could say that it's time to move on and forget the past but I think that would do the girl that I was a great disservice. So I'll continue remembering her while sending some tears, well wishes and a few sympathies her way.

These days are as mournful as the sounds my cat makes when you nudge her off my duvet. Sometimes I think an old place can be colder and more alien than a new one, and that a dumb animal has a better grasp than anyone of the sorry state of the world.

So my forays inside antique shops have occured no more than twice in the entirety of my life prior to these past two weeks, when the shabbiness of my room meant naturally that I had to transform it into something perfectly exquisite. Had it not been so inadequate, I would have likely left it well alone. To be sure, antique furniture had never been ( Read more... )

I'm surprised at how sad and disappointed I was about what happened to the favorite chinese athlete. No matter how much I roll my eyes and dismiss everything about China, I guess can't help but root for her anyway; turning a blind eye when she's screwing up and feeling inexplicably delighted when she gets something right. There's also that deeply ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night that I was taking a road test, and that Adele Mercier was my instructor. She had this tiny little white stone car and between our discussions of religion and philosophy and my constant adjusting of the seat, I'm not sure I actually got to drive very far. Strange, isn't it, how our subconscious visualizes certain people in our ( Read more... )

M asked the other day, while we were all at Einstein's and not yet catatonic with alcohol,  whether 0.999999... repeated is equivalent to 1, to which I replied with an emphathetic yes while A replied with an equally energetic no. While his is perhaps the more intuitive answer, in mathematics infinity isn't a quantifiably 'real number' in the way ( Read more... )