Snow

We are getting some really disgusting weather in New York. More snow this afternoon. I swear, the next person who asks me if it's not like this in Russia every day...

Anyway, for the last few weeks I've gone through some of the most unpleasant morning commutes in my entire life (not counting the miserable year I spent driving on the New Jersey Turnpike, ick). The MTA has really been failing me this winter. So if you find yourself in the same situation - namely, shivering on the platform while another out-of-service D train speeds past your station - just remember that somewhere in sunny Florida, Derek Jeter is playing baseball.

Goals... and stuff.

Daniel is a very mature person, completely unlike me. He spends his free time thinking about serious and important things, such as interest rates, retirement, the electric bill, the stock market, life insurance, and other topics that I know nothing about, nor care very much to explore. I, on the other hand, spend most of my free time thinking about video games and monkeys.

So to combat that sort of infantile attitude, I've been trying to make a list of life goals. You know, like a 5 year plan. Like Leonid Brezhnev. It's not going so well. This is what I have so far.

1. Play a lot of video games. Get paid to do so.
2. Nap.
3. Obtain a pet lemur, or other small primate.

So, not so good, eh? And this isn't a first draft either. But, I don't see this as a sign of lost motivation or lack of ambition, maybe just some sort of inherent lightness of being. I've hit all the social and academic milestones, without really expending too much effort. So I expect things to go my way and work out well, because so far they have, without too much strife or intervention. Am I wrong?

Update

For those of you who keep track of me through this blog - I'm fine, just incredibly busy. With work. Not school work. Not part-time tutoring gigs. No. Day job work. Can you say "mission critical" and "on-call rotation?" Yea. So, not much sleep lately.

School is fine. I have a midterm coming up. Other developments too. Better call, really, I won't have much time for a few more weeks. Looking forward to May 1st.

Love, money, sex... or fear of nobody finding your dead body for a year.

I think that fear of something like this is probably the number one reason why people get married. I say this from an entirely sociological point of view.

Passing the time to spring training...

What kind of people play beer pong after the age of 22 anyway? Losers, and professional ball players, apparently. Here's a picture of Al Leiter at what could've been a frat party, if not for the fact that everyone seems to be over the age of 30. What's funny is that nobody is paying any attention to Leiter at all. "Oh, you play baseball professionally you say? Do you know Derek Jeter?" (By way of, latest favorite waste of time, On The DL).

Authorita

I feel like I should polish up that iron fist, or look through my notes for that one retarded management class I took as an elective in the Business School.

Me: You are late!
Intern: At least I show up!
Me: Good point. Well done, in fact. We need to give you a raise.

Anyway, it's intern hiring time, and I don't even have enough intern labor to wall-paper the halls of the engineering school with our splendid advert.

Exhaustion

For the record: I haven't felt this tired since I stayed up for 48 hours in a row writing my Westinghouse paper senior year of high school. Considering all the other exhausting events that took place in my life since, that fact seems a bit shocking. It is, however, very true.

Stirlitz had a thought. He liked it, so he had another one.

Tomorrow, at 6:30pm, the Harriman Institute is showing the first episode of the incredibly popular mini series, "17 Moments of Spring." If you are in the Columbia area, you should really go see it. It'll have English subtitles, so it's perfect for Americans who don't understand what the deal is with all those moronic Stirlitz jokes.

The problem with google buying everything...

Sometimes I don't want account integration. Sometimes I want to use one account to log in to blogger, and another account to log in to google groups, and then, while I'm blogging and reading messages, I want to check the email in my covert, anonymous gmail account. But since everything is property of google these days, I can't do that. I have to log out of gmail before I can log in to blogger, and so on. Is it ok to start complaining about google now, or is it still too soon?

MTV @ Brooklyn Tech

I thought this was pretty funny (by way of Katie). To be honest, of the three specialized high schools, Brooklyn Tech is the best candidate for a reality show. You know, most of those kids aren't busy studying for AP exams or getting into good colleges, so they have plenty of time to look awkward on camera.

The comments are really cute. This was my favorite one: "The student body is 90 percent Asian, not exactly a shining example of diversity. Seriously, it's true. Also, they're not that "street-savvy", they're nerds. Granted, bottom-end nerds, as Brooklyn Tech was always the consolation prize for the kids not gifted enough to get into Stuy or Bronx Sci."

Career Advice

If you are thinking about a career in IT, maybe you should consider that cat herding is just as lucrative, and probably, a lot more rewarding.

Prolific

This is my 401st post. Wow. That's a lot of crap, over a relatively short period of time.

I don't really mean this.

- Look at you! With your tight jeans and your hip shoes and your trendy glasses and your sorority pin!
- Honor society pin.
- Aren't you going to comment on how fat that girl's butt is?
- Don't hate me 'cause I'm hot.
- I thought it's what's on the inside that counts?
- Uh huh. If I looked as good in high school as I do now, I would've never been such a good student.

Friedmanese

Having learned a valuable lesson from the world of American punditry, I've decided to abandon more traditional units of measurement, such as months, years, and semesters. From now on, I am going to start measuring my academic progress using Friedmans. (1 Friedman = a six month period of indeterminate length). So, I figure, I'm going to get my PhD in 2 to 3 Friedmans.