the ironic lasting taste in a mouth of young (aka greetings to new brunette).
the fact of the matter is my taste in music has been shaped by four people. obviously i am my own person these days and i listen to what i want, retarded and bad as it may be in my white sheet opinion. but the people that set me on the path of music consumption as a hobby are nameable. (this is not to say i have the same retention or zest for music.) my parents sing songs and the parrots have memorized the songs. zahir will rattle off lyrics he finds amusing about albums that he heard once arif will proclaim an album fantastic to deaf ears and years later others follow suit. mom and dad were singing to meena dutt for years while making omelets on sunday and now hindi music is in my brain etched in permanence. and both sang songs at bedtime to myself and yasmin. iqbal shamim zahir arif. i was thinking about it and im glad that they got to me before radio did. because now i have a healthy distaste for MOST of the radio which is warranted and predictable. as i watch body of an american performed on saturday night live i realize that if things arent impressed on you as a child that the odds of them being impressed on you as an adult diminish rapidly. and since im not smart enough to make the decisions i do lately in order to effect the ‘right’ course of action i know i have predecessors to thank in some way shape or form. thanks. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. im impressed by my history not by my action. does that mean i get to forgo arrogance and move on to ancesntral and familial columnist by default?

gyro built a time stopper, or rather a device that allowed the user to move so fast it appeared to stop time for the user, and vice versa for the observers.
this is a good idea.
not for anyone else. just for ME.
this is essentially the same notion as in groundhog day as far as im concerned.
bill gets to hone his skills in a fleck of time whilst the rest slog on and dont get anything done.
these are the things that all take a backseat to my classes now
but i wish i could fixate on:
-working on fixing up my house. it kills me that i dont make this one happen. i can only do tiny superficial jobs now.
-becoming fluent in portugues and hindi. duh.
-reading all of the books that i have accrued in the last 4 months. this one sucks.
i love engineering.
i find most of my professors relatively articulate and some i find even eloquent. but its no subsitute for reading on my own time. i do this, but not without kowtowing to a nagging voice that says
“put me down and get back to work asshole”
-camping. duh.
-writing. this one is tricky. i have not been able to write more than burbledy goo and poetry since chicago. actually that is all i have ever written, so maybe this one will happen spontaneously.
-play tennis. im not that great. but if i tried really really hard, i could be not that great.
fyi this kind of statement is not without precedent:








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