I am spoiled by Wegmans. Every time I go grocery shopping I reminisce about the mega store in Pittsford. I just noticed how cheerful the atmosphere is in that store with all the lively cooking stations, bakery, salad bars, meticulously arranged seafood counters and even mellow classical music over the speakers. I used to go there at 3am just to wonder up and down the isles by myself. I am spoiled by the Little Theater and its $35 annual student membership. There are no places to watch independent films here. I am spoiled by Eastman and the fact that I can walk into Kilbourn Hall at any moment and catch a world-class concert. I’m spoiled by the greenery, the canal, cute restaurants and cafes and even the ever changing weather in
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Spoiled
Saturday, September 22, 2007
I Love Donkeys
Friday, September 21, 2007
Content
I can’t believe how fast time has gone by. I’ve been here for almost a week and I’ve never been so content to stay inside, after all, it’s a desert out there, I don’t feel much needs to explore other than looking for desert donkeys. I’m perfectly happy to stay in with the humidifier set to 45% and practice my guitar. Nathan, one of my colleagues from the much beloved Eastman, moved here from
Monday, September 17, 2007
On the road again.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Indulge
They forecasted rain today but as I drove into the perfect sunrise the only thing wet were my cheeks. I decided to stop by Java’s for a shot in the dark and for the first time in ten years I had it “for here”. As I sat out on
I cry because I can. I cry because I let myself indulge in my emotions. I’m not sad; I just have a bad case of sentimentality. I can’t quite explain how I feel. Is this a closing of a chapter of my life? I will miss the place, the people and all the things that happened here. This is home. I feel safe here not only because everything I know here but also the people who know me. As human beings, we want to be understood. As long as people know me, I mean really understand me, I will never be lost. I suppose those people will always be a part of my life no matter where I go. After all, life is about experiences. Whether it’s emotional or physical, nothing good or bad can be experienced after we kick the bucket. So today I let myself indulge in my own mush mash of emotions.
If
How’s smart am I to leave packing to the last day when I’m having an emotional breakdown.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
What is good for you?
Apparently, nothing. Not dish detergent, not the microwave, not hair dye or nail polis, not high carbs or fatty meats, TV or computer and definitely not a nagging mother. My aunt once told me if I hold my laptop on me for too long I might not to be able to have babies. Well, I guess I’m killing my chances right this second. Why would it matter, everything is killing me anyways. It is too hard to live that way. People need to relax. Microwave is bad only if you stick your head in it. People who think like that need to move to a hinterland without modern conveniences. What’s the point of eating if it’s not tasty? Life is too short to make sure that you are at least 10 feet away everytime you run the microwave. Forget about what is good for you, have what is good. That is the point of life, to maximize pleasure, call me a hedonist.
Friday, September 7, 2007
It’s that time of the year again
It’s officially the 8th, but since
As a prelude to the most exciting day ever we went to see the Nanny Diaries, inspired by the book by a fellow Rochesterian. What’s next, the Striper Diaries?
Oh yeah, did I mention the Colts kicked ass last night?
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
Quiet Labor Day Weekend
Mother is preparing for her trip to
Since this trip has been more than tolerable, I feel the need to make better effort to see my parents more often next year. It’s a great way for me to adjust to a regular sleeping schedule and a healthy diet.