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Still hitchiking: These are not the droids you are looking for
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Tuesday, December 3, 2013. These are not the droids you are looking for. I am done with your consumeristic heart and your Black Friday's. I will leave you again for a month long stint in India, where the vegetables are tiny, but real. I hate writing with an audience in my head. I really do. Hence, I write for a blog that no one reads. Writing is a good escape from long days and weary thoughts. I want to go home. Babe, I'm gonna leave you.
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Still hitchiking: Cray old bar
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Saturday, March 8, 2014. Before you bother reading any of my hokey half though thoughts, please watch this:. David Foster Wallace- This is Water. Thank you very much Dee Dee bear. Life is busy, the right kind of busy :) I enjoy working now. As if some bend was crossed without me realizing it. Somehow, all the cluelessness, the stress and struggle have morphed into a glimmer of understanding. I know so little. I want to see:. 4 P, smiling.
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Still hitchiking: Muchi, thy day has come and gone
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Thursday, December 11, 2014. Muchi, thy day has come and gone. This year, traditions were broken. By that great disappointer, namely, me. To make up for not calling her two hours before The Day of Days, I am sending another one of my inexpensive and unique gifts of love. As they say, the best things in life are free, etc. Happy birthday muchi :) You and your hair probably blinded a few virginal boys. Or maybe they were blinded anyway...
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Still hitchiking: The Elegant Universe
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Friday, November 7, 2014. Dr Brian Greene was at Purdue yesterday. He is an unusual lecturer of physics. I understood all of his talk, despite it being mainly about string theory and what came before that. If someone can talk with that ease for an hour, without slides propping him/her up, and sound a bit like Hank from Californication. How utterly completely wondrous! Relationships are also somewhat like that,no? View my complete profile.
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Still hitchiking: June 2014
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Monday, June 9, 2014. A thought that was slumming around in your head. Innocuous. You didn't notice it at first, till suddenly one day it asked for a coffee or donuts or something, spare change. See, it's been growing and building on seemingly nothing. I'm puzzled and happy at these symptoms of growing up :) :). Thursday, June 5, 2014. Life happens at unexpected times and in unexpected ways. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Still hitchiking: September 2014
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Thursday, September 18, 2014. We named our cars and it all went downhill from there. We graduated from names, to the pronouns her/him, to apologizing when we went rashly over speed bumps and to mutely sympathizing with them when they had to stay outside under polar vortexes and -40 C weather. 12 hours: How much ahead of me, the most important part of me goes on living in my absence. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.
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Still hitchiking: Suddenly something
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Monday, August 26, 2013. Do men, like their Pokemons, ever evolve? Since my writing mojo skunked off and died a very noisy death on this blog many aeons ago (I have finally accepted that nothing I do is ever going to quiet, is it? This is where a much abused blog stepped in. Since I can be embarrassingly cloying here, I will go ahead and do that. So remember how much I detest the American Midewest? Anyway, not all is sad and boring here&...
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Still hitchiking: December 2014
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Thursday, December 11, 2014. Excuse me while I kiss this guy. Mondegreen. That is what this is. When Jimi Hendrix wanted to "kiss the sky" in Purple Haze, I kept wondering which guy. You may not escape the birthday post. Crossing barriers of geography and the 10,000 years since I last saw you, I'm sending love, unicorns, wishes, all that good stuff. I hear both of you gasping. Two posts in one day? Is everything okay, Aggie? Just when yo...
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Still hitchiking: Bee jesus
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Sunday, September 8, 2013. Been thinking about Jesus in context of culture, a religion I barely follow and how much I like all his ideas about just loving each other, everything said and done. My mom wants an "authentic wooden crucifix for our altar where Jesus's face looks serene, not tortured". So of course, I amazoned it, and man, I feel bad for that saintly man. Why must they give him abs? Come on, why? Turns out the feast of Our Lad...
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Still hitchiking: May 2014
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What's new on the other side of the road? Must we spell well there? Sunday, May 11, 2014. Mother's Day a.k.a "What did you eat today? For the past four years, I have lived a couple of continents away from my parents. I live (relatively) by myself, own a car and am halfway through a doctorate that is killing me in stages. Despite all of this, the only note of real concern that has ever crept into my mother's voice is the weekly posing of these questions " Have you eaten yet? What are you eating? I spend m...