Sunday, May 14, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Lamden
Forgive me, but I don't think that Gweneth Paltrow and Jake whatever-his-last-name-is are believable when cast in roles as brilliant mathematicians.
Can someone give me some good movie suggestions? I need to numb my overworked brain. Or maybe I should start reading trashy romance novels, or Judy Blume's "adult" books (not adult like adult movies).
I'm almost done with my thesis. Almost isn't good enough though when the presentation is on Monday and graduation is in 9 days and my thesis advisor decided to go on vacation for a week and hasn't proof-read or helped with anything when everyone else's thesis advisor has been involved through the whole process and actually reads their drafts and edits them instead of emailing back comments like "this looks good so far". Fuck.
Can someone give me some good movie suggestions? I need to numb my overworked brain. Or maybe I should start reading trashy romance novels, or Judy Blume's "adult" books (not adult like adult movies).
I'm almost done with my thesis. Almost isn't good enough though when the presentation is on Monday and graduation is in 9 days and my thesis advisor decided to go on vacation for a week and hasn't proof-read or helped with anything when everyone else's thesis advisor has been involved through the whole process and actually reads their drafts and edits them instead of emailing back comments like "this looks good so far". Fuck.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
pesach is coming, pesach is coming
Hide the matzah!
Google tells me I can spell it matzah or matzoh or matzo or matza. That's too many options. I'd prefer just two thank you.
This weekend was fun. M and I went to the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum. I love the garden. I even like the dark and gloomy Jesus room. I need to remember to stop visiting it on such cloudy days. The lighting is so dim. Ms. Gardner instructed in her will that the museum remain mostly unchanged after her death in the 1920's, and I appreciate the concept. I just wish they could open the blinds a little so I can actually see the artwork, but then, what do I know about rare art preservation? I guess nothing.
That evening we enjoyed Tibetan food with several dietetic professionals in Slumerville and candle pin bowling, which is a lot more fun than I expected. I love that you get three turns instead of just two, and you get to press a button to reset the pins. It's so old school. Since there was no alcohol served at the alley, and M was craving PBR or a High Life, we all went to some bar that served ribs. Cute place. If I was forced to stay here, I'd move to Somerville.
Wednesday I saw Neko Case at the Roxy. Definitely the highlight of the week. Thursday night was D's birthday celebration at a local bar. I made a new friend from Tennessee who's mom likes to provoke barn owls.
With all the fun to be had, there's no time to work on my thesis. This is bad. This is due in three weeks. This will be my last post for a while.
Besos mojados a todos,
J
Google tells me I can spell it matzah or matzoh or matzo or matza. That's too many options. I'd prefer just two thank you.
This weekend was fun. M and I went to the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum. I love the garden. I even like the dark and gloomy Jesus room. I need to remember to stop visiting it on such cloudy days. The lighting is so dim. Ms. Gardner instructed in her will that the museum remain mostly unchanged after her death in the 1920's, and I appreciate the concept. I just wish they could open the blinds a little so I can actually see the artwork, but then, what do I know about rare art preservation? I guess nothing.
That evening we enjoyed Tibetan food with several dietetic professionals in Slumerville and candle pin bowling, which is a lot more fun than I expected. I love that you get three turns instead of just two, and you get to press a button to reset the pins. It's so old school. Since there was no alcohol served at the alley, and M was craving PBR or a High Life, we all went to some bar that served ribs. Cute place. If I was forced to stay here, I'd move to Somerville.
Wednesday I saw Neko Case at the Roxy. Definitely the highlight of the week. Thursday night was D's birthday celebration at a local bar. I made a new friend from Tennessee who's mom likes to provoke barn owls.
With all the fun to be had, there's no time to work on my thesis. This is bad. This is due in three weeks. This will be my last post for a while.
Besos mojados a todos,
J
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Matisyahu
I've been avoiding the phenomenon that is Matisyahu, or so I thought. I happened to hear one of his songs today and I realized I was unknowingly listening to him all summer at BMC, and kind of liking it. Weird. I just thought it was normal reggae. Last year M met him when he was handing out fliers in Amherst for a show. M and S had his picture up on their fridge all year long. What's also weird is that he's from White Plains, is the son of my cousin's school teacher, was born the same year I was, and I'm almost positive I hung with him at a Phish show once.
Stranger things have happened. For instance, my friend JM and I drove to Limeston, ME in 1998 for a 2-day Phish bonanza. This was back in my pseudo-dirty trust-fund hippie era. After the 3 day drive in a car that didn't go faster than 60, didn't go in reverse, and had no radio, and a 3 hour wait to get into the parking lot, we parked, stepped out of the car, and were immediately approached by a Hare Krishna man. He was nice, just wanted to give us a book and welcome us. He wished us a good weekend, and went on to talk to some other kids.
This was in August. Fast forward 4 months to December, Christmas time. I'm in LAX with M's mom. She's dropping me off for my flight to NY and we're walking to the gate (back when non-passengers could go to the gates). A man walks up to us, he's a Hare Krishna. He wants to preach something or other to us and M's mom is about to tell him to fuck off when he says, "hey, I know you" to me. No shit. He says he remembers me from the show in ME. Now, I've only known M's mom for a short time at this point and I know she's thinking I'm a crazy find, but she's cool. Just laughs it off and the Hare Krishna man wishes us well and goes on his way.
Now, I love coincidences as much as anyone, but I've always thought this was strange for two reasons. One- besides the movie "Airplane", I've never before, and never again seen a Hare Krishna in an airport. Two- he must have had a photographic memory, cause, yeah I'm cute and all, but there's nothing terribly memorable about me after talking to me for 1 minute.
This really had nothing at all to do with Matisyahu did it? Oh well.
I forgot to update on my fabulous trip to NY. Thank you to all my hospitable hosts. I had a grand time walking the streets with E, eating GF food until I burst, sleeping on J's uber-comfy couch, visiting D in the hospital (not exactly fun, but nice to see him), chilling with M and R in the Slope where the local greeting is 'fuck you', and bonding with my noseless niece. Meow.
I'm tired now.
Good nicht.
Stranger things have happened. For instance, my friend JM and I drove to Limeston, ME in 1998 for a 2-day Phish bonanza. This was back in my pseudo-dirty trust-fund hippie era. After the 3 day drive in a car that didn't go faster than 60, didn't go in reverse, and had no radio, and a 3 hour wait to get into the parking lot, we parked, stepped out of the car, and were immediately approached by a Hare Krishna man. He was nice, just wanted to give us a book and welcome us. He wished us a good weekend, and went on to talk to some other kids.
This was in August. Fast forward 4 months to December, Christmas time. I'm in LAX with M's mom. She's dropping me off for my flight to NY and we're walking to the gate (back when non-passengers could go to the gates). A man walks up to us, he's a Hare Krishna. He wants to preach something or other to us and M's mom is about to tell him to fuck off when he says, "hey, I know you" to me. No shit. He says he remembers me from the show in ME. Now, I've only known M's mom for a short time at this point and I know she's thinking I'm a crazy find, but she's cool. Just laughs it off and the Hare Krishna man wishes us well and goes on his way.
Now, I love coincidences as much as anyone, but I've always thought this was strange for two reasons. One- besides the movie "Airplane", I've never before, and never again seen a Hare Krishna in an airport. Two- he must have had a photographic memory, cause, yeah I'm cute and all, but there's nothing terribly memorable about me after talking to me for 1 minute.
This really had nothing at all to do with Matisyahu did it? Oh well.
I forgot to update on my fabulous trip to NY. Thank you to all my hospitable hosts. I had a grand time walking the streets with E, eating GF food until I burst, sleeping on J's uber-comfy couch, visiting D in the hospital (not exactly fun, but nice to see him), chilling with M and R in the Slope where the local greeting is 'fuck you', and bonding with my noseless niece. Meow.
I'm tired now.
Good nicht.
Monday, March 06, 2006
שלום־עליכם!
Greetings from Brooklyn.
Check this out: http://mysite.verizon.net/~vze25w7k/
It's 9am and I woke up suddenly because I thought I had an assignment due and then I realized I was on break and now I couldn't get back to sleep so I'm sitting on my bro's sofa bed and watching tv. It's 9am, guess what I'm watching?
After breakfast my bro and I are off to explore Park Slope. I'd like to buy some thrift-shop Brooklyny clothing and pretend I'm a hipster all week long. Hey, how many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb? ...
...
...
...
uh, you don't know?
I wish the weather was warmer, but low 40's isn't terrible. I'm sure A! and K are much warmer in their respective spring break locations.
Have a lovely day everyone.
Check this out: http://mysite.verizon.net/~vze25w7k/
It's 9am and I woke up suddenly because I thought I had an assignment due and then I realized I was on break and now I couldn't get back to sleep so I'm sitting on my bro's sofa bed and watching tv. It's 9am, guess what I'm watching?
After breakfast my bro and I are off to explore Park Slope. I'd like to buy some thrift-shop Brooklyny clothing and pretend I'm a hipster all week long. Hey, how many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb? ...
...
...
...
uh, you don't know?
I wish the weather was warmer, but low 40's isn't terrible. I'm sure A! and K are much warmer in their respective spring break locations.
Have a lovely day everyone.
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