Making the Easy: Hard

The past two days have been a brilliant mixture of relaxed slowness and frantic speed. In terms of work, things have been progressing at a fairly leisurely pace. My bibliography is coming together nicely, and that's something I don't want to have to worry about when the actual paper writing gets underway. Working with Louis has been sweet. He's a really cool guy, and it's going to be pretty nifty when I get to drink with him and Samuel at the end of the year. But that man just loves to chat, and very little gets done by way of his dissertation. That's fine with me though...I'm loving the routine of this break.

And then today; this I claimed for my own. I got up late after last night (to be discussed in a moment), made a bowl of cereal, and bummed around on the internet for about four hours in basketball shorts. After much discussion, Varsha and I decided to go on an expedition of sorts in the countrysides of Southern rural Minnesota. So we embarked in my Grandparents' 1998 Chevy Prizm on a half a tank of Gas due southeast towards Faribau. After some initial confusion, we found ourselves upon a back road that took us to Medford. We continued due South through some empty, fridgid plains upon empty thoroughfares. I recalled briefly of the sad story of the San Francisco family whose father met a heroic, but gruesome end while trying to save his trapped family trapped in the Oregon wilderness. Luckily the Prizm was strong. We eventually ended up in Owatonna. We took the more direct route upon 35W back. We stopped at a Burger King and had some fucking amazing food. We agreed that those who say they don't enjoy fast food are full of it. You can't not enjoy it. It's so fucking good. After returning, I watched some movies (including Kung Fu Hustle, which is a neat little martial arts wonder. Highly recommended) and ate some pizza and subs with a bunch of great volk. Now I'm home, Lurged, listening to the Stones, and feeling fine.

On a side note, also recommended: Varsha "The South Asian Sensation" Seetharam as a travel/life partner.

On the other hand: last night. Hoo boy, what a shindig. It involved roughly 100 cans of cheap beer, 10 pitchers of cheap beer, 2 bowls, and one kettle of curry flavored popcorn. It progressed from the basement of Dyson's abode, to J. Grundy's Rubenstein, and then back to the Dyson abode. It started at roughly 9 o'clock, and ended for some at 4:30, still dressed, and in some strange house. Confessions of incestuous intimacy were made, Frisbee sex history was explained. It ranks as a top 10 night at Carleton, and further solidified my claim of this break as one of my favorite Winter Breaks ever.

We tearfully bed farewell to Jessica Goad, who has returned to her native land of JonBenet, Colorado. God be with her where ever she walks, until she returns.