Elisa's Blog
Thursday, June 30, 2005
A couple of days ago I read Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged".

Hated it.


Saturday, June 25, 2005
Heh. The best thing about Saturday mornings, is Saturday morning cartoons.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Today I thought: "PLLs are a bit like the Loch Ness Monster."

If this somehow seems cryptic to you, consider that when I said this to a former schoolmate of mine, he immediately grinned and nodded in empathy.

Now consider what that says about either a)myself, b)my friend, d)phase-locked loops, e)my friend's and my understanding of PLLs, and f)the Loch Ness Monster.

Would you have thought there was so much depth in such a simple statement?


Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Today, a headline on CNN read:

"Saddam a clean freak, loves Doritos"

Did you think the same thing I thought, when you read this?

Monday, June 20, 2005
Heh. You can tell you work at a neat workplace, when the first email exchange of your Monday morning involves heatedly discussing the etymology of citrus fruits with the lead software engineer.

Sunday, June 19, 2005
Interesting, isn't it, when evil has the face of an angel....

Friday, June 17, 2005
A very long time ago (it must've been, curiously enough, about 14 years ago, come to think about it), an old friend of mine said to me: "Today, I opened up the newspaper, and I cried."

"Why?", I had asked.

"I don't know," he had said.

And I remember quite vividly, that his words were something I didn't understand.

Today, I think I felt....exactly what he felt on that day.

Thursday, June 16, 2005
Last night I went to dinner with a very good friend, who said to me: "Funny, I can tell when you're thinking about him."

"Oh?", said I.

And she: "Yes, your face lights up and you faintly smile."

Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Aaaaah. There's no greater joy, than riding your bike to work on a warm summer morning.

Monday, June 13, 2005
The other day I was telling a friend: "When I was 17, I was cocky and stupid, but now..... I'm just stupid."


(It is always good, when you can laugh at yourself).

Friday, June 10, 2005
Heh heh. So yesterday in one of the well known internet discussion forums (hint: in this forum, you can also find apartments for rent, personals, event listings, etc, and it is organized by city, and basically no graphics, and is the list of someone whose name rhymes with egg), some doofus put up a derogatory post exploiting all possible negative stereotypes of Mexican women: namely, that they are uneducated, that their families are crass and drunk, and an assortment of various and sundry misaprehensions of Mexican culture, concluding in the end that Mexican women are, due to these reasons, intrinsically "undateable".

I decided it would be instructive to the original poster, if he was made aware of the types of women he was missing out on meeting by making these kinds of sweeping erroneous generalizations.

After I explained, by way of an example, that both my brother and I are graduates of top US universities, that my parents are university professors, that everyone in my immediate family speaks at least 3 languages fluently and is conversational in one more each, that we've travelled extensively, that we can discuss literature, politics, and philosophy in precise, 30-minute monologues that will make your head spin, and so on and so forth, I received a reply from the original poster, claiming that I couldn't be real, that I and everything I had said about my family was a fantasy.


This is the second time, apparently, that someone has decided that I do not exist.


Thursday, June 09, 2005
Hmm...you know what would be cool? If they made ping-pong balls in mint green color. 'Cuz the white ones are boring, and the orange ones you can barely see, but mint green is.....just right. :)

Bonus points if the mint-green ones were glow-in-the-dark, too.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Hmm....I was going to post something deeply meaningful and philosophical today that I thought up this morning, but I just realized I forgot what it was.

Oh well. ;)

Friday, June 03, 2005
Heh. Today I'm in a joking mood.

Alright, so you know how each country always has some group of people that they make fun of because they're stereotypically stupid? In the US, that group is good-looking blondes, in Mexico, it is the Spanish from Galicia, in the UK, it is the Irish, if you're a musician, it is the viola section, etc. Well, in Italy, that group is the carabinieri, the Italian road police.

This morning, for some reason, I remembered this particular carabinieri joke, which is one of my favorites, check it out:

How many carabinieri does it take to make a chocolate cake?

13. One to mix the ingredients and 12 to peel the M&Ms.

Ha ha ha ha!! Good one, eh? :)

Thursday, June 02, 2005
Today as I was walking through my company's parking lot, my promenade was arrested by the sight of a tiger swallowtail butterfly, which are very common in Mexico (though I'd never seen one in the 11 years I've been here the US). The calm, graceful flutter thus opened up a veritable floodgate of memories, which flashed as background to the poetry of flight, the butterfly now in relief, as if standing out highlighted from the sounds, smells, and feelings of a remembered childhood, and I couldn't then help exclaiming at the unexpected bewildered wonderment, an involuntary and muted "Oh."

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