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Monday, September 26, 2005
So this weekend I went bathtub racing.

That's right. Cool, huh?

They were basically these tiny go-carts that were shaped like a bathtub complete with shower head and everything. You crawl in and you're kind of hunched over with your knees bent up above your shoulder level as you crouch to reach the steering wheel and accelerator, which is surprisingly powerful. So here you have me going round and round about my friend's company's parking lot chasing after my friend in her bathtub and some other unknown kid in his while trying to pass them with my bathtub.

It was some rather wholesome silly fun. :D

Wednesday, September 21, 2005
So here I am at work doing some rutinary something or other when all of the sudden I see this pair of arms rotating over my cubicle round and round about all helicopter-like.

I stood riveted incredously contemplating the strange sight for a moment until it dawned on me that it was probably one of my coworkers coming by to tease me as usual.

So as I murmured a "What the..." and started chuckling as I stood on my chair to look over the cube wall lo and behold it is not one of the usual coworker friends who tease but my front-cubicle neighbor who is in fact taking a break and doing his stretching/tai-chi/helicopter hand motion exercises.

Glad I managed to stop myself and quickly pop back inside my cube before I said anything.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Seen on one of the web forums:

mass extinctions were cause by time travel
< plothook > 09/19 12:31:20

time travel is possible and everytime someone invents it, they go back and accidentally step on a butterfly. everything dies. time travel becomes uninvented and we have to learn all over again. that's what happened in all the previous mass extinctions.

It gave me a good five minutes of chuckling, that one.


Monday, September 19, 2005
Rather flattering, isn't it, when your boss's figure pops over your cube and calls upon your attention by addressing you as: "O brilliant one..."

Saturday, September 17, 2005
Stinson Beach, mid-afternoon.

The white sun rays bounce perpendicular to the water making the waves look silver in a sea of molten metal.

You lie close enough next to me that your arm just barely touches mine, and for a long time we're both silent and terrifyingly immobile, you never saying what my brain screams ceaselessly inside my head in torment, and after an eternity that is somehow too short-lived, "Let's start heading back...", is all I hear you whisper.

Friday, September 16, 2005
Starting since September, 1993, up until a couple of years ago, this day was always filled with, depending, varying degrees of nostalgia.

These days though, one barely seems to remember why this date is important.

And, maybe, realizing this is a lot more lamentable than any kind of nostalgia that may still miraculously linger.

Thursday, September 15, 2005
Uuuuuygh, you know what I suddenly got a huge craving for?

This shotgun pasta soup that my aunt and grandmother used to make for us for dinner during the hot Italian summers. It is a very simple dish, just chicken broth and the tiny drops of semolina, but oh so delicious, with freshly grated parmesan on top, which melts upon touching the soup still steaming, and makes strings from the plate to the spoon, and gets stuck to the comparatively cold metal....yum.

Strange, however, that I get this craving at 11 a.m. on an autumnal morning. Maybe that's a sign that I should stop skipping breakfast.... ;P

Thursday, September 08, 2005
The other day I read a letter to the editor in a magazine, where the writer, a high-school teacher, mentioned that one typical assignment she gave her class was to analyze the lyrics of Gwen Stefani.

Is this what American students are reduced to these days, instead of reading Milton?

Monday, September 05, 2005
The bright-yellow hills of California are pierced by the rounded mossy green rock and volcanic red spires of The Pinnacles. The trees, leaves almost turning now, orange and brown in this mottled landscape, sometimes appear ghostly in the ravines, white-grey leaves dried and hanging.

Everything is the opposite color from what you'd expect here.

Except the sky. That one is blue and cloudless, as always.

Thursday, September 01, 2005
For you trend-searching statisticians:

No, it is not intentional, that all Half Moon Bay posts seem to pop up on Wednesdays.

Happy now?


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