Non mea voluntas, sed tua.

I am now the master of every moment of my time.

I hate when people speak ignorantly and disparragingly about books that I love and know a bit about. Once I might have waded into any such conversation and laid a literary smackdown on the offenders. But I don't do that anymore. I just like to listen now.

Apparently my birthday is coming up. I am actually going to attempt to celebrate it rather than spend the day in solemn reflection and hoping something shitty doesn't happen. I am not having a party or anything, I am just going to a bar. You can come, too, if you want. Louis, April 2, probably around 7. There's live jazz, too. So if you ( Read more... )

Are any other New Yorkers fucking disgusted with those "Alt.Studio" hair gel ads on the subway ( Read more... )

Well, it's done.

Apparently the partner I work for knows Richard Holbrooke very well, so we chatted a little about that. Pretty cool, all in all. Now I just need to trim a few split ends and clear my desk.

Two more weeks.

It was a simple parry-riposte with opposition. I have done hundreds, thousands of them, in drills and on the strip. But after I executed this one, quite well I have to say, my opponent tapped out, saluted, and before removing his mask, he pointed to my blade.

An inch and a half of the foible was gone. Somehow it had snapped after I landed the ( Read more... )

My interview went quite well. It was brief, as the owner was pretty busy at around 9PM on a Saturday night.

Owner: You don't have any experience as a cashier or a short-order cook, do you?
Me: Uh, no.
My Friend: But he's an Ivy League grad and will soon be a US diplomat!
Owner: No shit.
Me: Uh, I keep myself clean and I won't piss off your ( Read more... )

Thank you all who left kind remarks in my last entry. I am, as ever, woefully undeserving, but it does not mean that I don't appreciate kindness every so often ( Read more... )

My birthday typically stinks. I try not to dwell on it too much, but inevitably it reminds me of my past year's failures and lost opportunities. What inane accomplishments I may have earned by chance do not measure up ( Read more... )

Soon I will be able to kiss off the past three years of my life. I received my SAR via email today. A Student Aid Report. Another piece of documentary evidence that I hope will soon convince me that yes, in fact, I am going to leave these days in the dust ( Read more... )