2001-08-01 00:00:00

another day wasted, but i'm not bitter. what do i really expect from life anyway? endless fulfillment mixed perfectly with excitement? hell, i don't even know what i really want to do anyway. what would it take to be fulfilled? enough. i'm not really in the mood to feign a philosophical attitude. i'm just inexplicably restless. and i thought a vacation would help. segue unecessary.

so, chinatown in london? i'm pretty sure i remember the order of events, but i'll leave it to max and lanette to email me with corrections if necessary.

after much digesting and talk about the wonders of digestion, we rambled around london seeing sights and taking care of bid-ness (lanette&max swung by sta travel to get tickets to madrid, i bought postcards, we all spent time marveling (or at least i was amazed) over the beauty of european internet cafe-things -- easyEverything is so cool). and THEN we explored the joys of an aussie bar. wow. they know how to have fun. to be honest, i don't know what was so crazy, but it was a sunday afternoon (we got there late -- around 3-ish -- they'd been at it since noon, apparently), there were two great cover bands (they seem to be huge in europe) playing, everyone was infectiously laid-back and just enjoying themselves. i loved it. also, on an excursion to find lanette (i don't know why i was worried -- she's been frolicking around europe for six months by herself, and i thought she was lost in a bar when i didn't see her for twenty minutes) i ran into an oddly bold yet endearing kiwi who proceeded to charm me with his "conversational" skills. why am i such a goober? anyway, we ended up getting kicked out at 1130pm when they closed (some weird english and irish rule put in place because the menfolk weren't returning to their families at decent hours).

phew. why did sunday take so long to write?

you know what i realized? we went to chinatown on monday. sunday we ate at an indian restaraunt called bhel puri house. well, i'll have you know there was no bhel puri there -- just your average indian buffet. we gorged anyway. so use your imagination (pretend you care) and switch the two meals. after monday's meal, we did some more exploring of the city and then headed off to the airport. lots of postcard writing, queue-waiting, and, well, talking. we got in to ireland pretty late; upon our arrival, max proceeded to get endearingly giddy. we took a taxi (with a brief stop at supermacs for lanette's "birthday dinner" -- sorry lanette) to a bed&breakfast near the airport, where we stayed for the night.

the next morning, after a large irish breakfast with 3 canadian ladies and various other guests, we proceeded to bunratty (bhun raite?) castle where we toured with a few busloads of elderly german travelers. the narrow passages were kinda' frustrating, but for the most part we avoided the oldfolk. lots of cool pictures, and interesting history; i'm definitely glad we got to do it. lunch was at dürty nelly's (the original -- established 1629, or something like that) and quite satisfying in the open irish air. after that, we took the bus to limerick, where max's aunt noirin picked us up. she dropped us off at max's aunt&uncle's house (merc and peter), where we stayed for the week (thanks so much peter and merc!). max's aunt carolann and uncle ed (cousins jennifer and joseph) cooked us a fabulous dinner, we hung out, and then we headed to the pubs (even stopped by niall o'donnel's uncle's club).

now, because even i am sick of my long-windedness, i'm going to try to be brief now. i may add details later as i remember them or feel inspired. for now, though:

wednesday, we explored the nun's beach (a secluded beach separate from the men's beach and the ladies' beach; there was an old convent on top of one of the cliffs, where the nuns used to live); we climbed down the cliffs, explored the caves, floundered awash in the frigid cold water of the atlantic, tried to regain the feeling in our extremities and generally enjoyed the gorgeous irish day. the cliffs are as stupendous as they say (we took a cliffwalk too); i only wish i hadn't run out of film when i did -- i'll get whatever pictures i have developed and get them up here soon. and hopefully max will send me his digital pictures soon, too -- those are the really cool ones from inside the caves. that night, max's aunt noirin and uncle joe (and cousin merc) cooked us dinner and then took us to mass at the cemetary (in memory of max's grandma). afterwards we headed to the pubs with all of the family for irish coffees and merrymaking. we met cousin pearse and aunt eileen (and some others i'm sure), and then went to more pubs and met diarmuid and aidan (possibly the cutest irish engineers in existence), friends of cousin pearse. overall, the night was amazing; i don't know that i've ever laughed so much in my entire life, or enjoyed myself so thoroughly. i'm not going to say anymore about it, because it's just one of those things -- i'll just have to remember it without words.

thursday, max's cousin merc took us horseback riding along the coast, and we hung out in ballybunion. we had a late lunch at beasley's and then meandered home for an evening of chilling and laundrying and preparing for the trip back to london. we went out to the pubs again that night; it didn't get old, though my writing about it may seem so. well, it didn't. it was fantabulous.

friday was mostly travelling back to shannon to the airport for our flight back to london. we got there ridiculously early, because ryanair is notorious for cancelling flights or just plain bumping passengers. we wrote some more postcards and i bought my only souvenier (coasters for my mom -- she likes plates, but i couldn't find any in the airport) from the airport gift shop. ate some really good airport food for purty cheap, and then took the flight back to london. we spent the night in the generator again, and hung out in the hostel's bar, since it was pretty late by the time we got in. it was an interesting scene, but lanette and max say hostel bars mostly are.

saturday, lanette got her belly pierced, i got my hair cut (the hair cut was supposed to be drastic, but my cutter chickened out), max watched, we saw even more of london, lanette and max picked up their tickets to madrid, we went to camden town (very cool) and eventually we headed back to the hostel for showers (did i mention london was unusually hot and we were sweating like dogs in heat? for once i actually missed air conditioning, which apparently they haven't heard of). that night we met up with melissa (whose birthday it was) and rawley again, and went bar-hopping in angel (pretty cute area) and when they closed we headed to bagley's club (supposedly infamous). a huge warehouse, with a semi-rave scene and weird dancing girls on stage. i got my ass pinched by a strange sac look-a-like, but other than that, it was mostly dancing and sweating. didn't meet any people, but of course it was still fun. i spent a lot of time trying not to think about the fact that i was leaving the next day. so much for live for the moment.

well i did. i left the next day, got into raleigh/durham airport around 2am sunday night, spent the night in payal's raleigh apartment, and drove to work the next morning.

that is ALL for tonight.




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all casual-like




sleeping with the fishes


Kurt is up in heaven now.


Yes, I'm still sitting here in Virginia


because i can't keep up with the indians in the news
Wiki wiki wiki wak!


Wherein I lose my ability to capitalize consistently
I don't like canned food.
Death by Bananas and Satire and Irony
running on empty
25% of the time you are on your periodical!
I don't know why.
No, YOU suck


bachia takes over the world
payal & harnish get married


pictures pacify the people


Kalle has a plastic bag in his pocket. There is some pizza in it.


adventures in surfing
12 hours of driving and... at least i saw a rainbow.


now is time for cake
can you believe i've actually been to the hall the rikta was at? does that mean i've officially been to too many indian weddings? the hall's in atlanta!




it was to scrape off my old decal


betchya' never had a client claim to see angels floating over your shoulder
and the photos are even sporadically interspersed with requisite cute boy shots of cat
agreed: engineers are totally cute.
no risk ass


ross and his golden plan
just because their photos are so much more entertaining/beautiful than mine
sea of heartbreak


saare jahan se acha
i wanna go-a to goa!
just in case you deleted my email because you thought it was spam


who's that other guy? how old is that pic? what happened to the essentials? who are you people?
leave our homos alone
boston is f&^$ing cold!
this country has broken my heart
i think my brother is trying to distract me from the pre-election tension by sharing this


i was trying to be productive today


cutest pics of three virginians in china EVAR!


that deb sure is one smart cookie
why does this sound like a beatnik poem to me?


happy hurricane weekend part IV
That dreamy look in your eye/ Give me a tropical contact high...
we need a flag and a name.


miami nightlife after the monsoon rains


finally we are no one


Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians.


a place where everyone is slightly left of center (and ragingly so), urban, and wearing comfortable shoes
i also do not get "hella"
four year old predictions finally come true
anyone want a gmail invite?
ready talent reunion! and a baby.


these pictures look curiously similar to my costa rica pictures...


so yesterday? i saw a movie? it was great?


la cuenta por favor


monkey sad
i feel like i owe you
(hello? anyone still there?)

it MUST be big news
congrats kids :)


send ice. and love.
this will just have to suffice for now


i think i miss virginia
the truth about our jobs
dia de los muertos
halloweeeeeeeen pics!


jimmy pop is cute
on so many levels
also, turnpike update from max: human-less coin lanes are gone
this one's for the bostonians
dramatic sigh soon to come
brain cells burning
taking a break from frog-mania
today's new word is mierde
what update?


know what i need from you?
i'm working too, really
what have i gotten myself into?
surfers and lesbians
an adventure in ordinary life
start reading metafilter already
also, i got a room in miami! now come visit already.
kick it!


and mefi the movie would be funny
more liberal propaganda for ben
max is bored
who says you can't drink during the day as a regularly employed drone?


you think i jest
temptation and timing
drinking is funny
i know some of y'all could do this
so, you won't mind when i ignore you?
you will be required by law to at least try to smoke a cigarette
good news
both from
i love cafepress
more more more links
alas, where is the redesign?
just links, no judgement
is the fucking glass half-empty or half-full?
or maybe i should just move to miami already
but not insane pictures :(
really? republicans have more money? who woulda thunk?
i have a mosquito bite on my butt
i'm back!


the site, that is
oh my


someone HAD to mention the oedipal complex
don't ask about the weddings
it's come to this


did i mention that march is wedding-mania in dc?
i now have no choice but to delve into all my theories on life, proving them using quantum physics
now, i just wonder how i didn't notice until today... (blame it on the snoooow)
today's conversation with my brother
i would be very delighted to be your friend
the lost art of the well-crafted email


love as politics
cyan is a four-letter word
who screams "widget!" in the throes of passion?
stop me
did i mention that i'm moving out?
soft, female and already corrupted, please


i agree with "excess"
look who we found!
can you tell i can't concentrate on work today?
ghosts of xmas past
better than you, daily
fyi, i'm not that pharmacy student from u. of toronto
technical difficulties
how itchy is his back anyway?
message to max
die die die
no pun intended
tales of a viking invasion were greatly exaggerated


out of the whole chaotic cesspool of hate
she said it, not me
and a little frightening
just because i've been feeling somewhat muted lately...
do you realize?
next time i'll go to supercuts
and the proof is only 9 pages long
the morning after
even if you don't celebrate


i am brown
shalini is by urgent request
basic adult survival
it's a good thing daddy runs the vacuum empire
another reason
hear me? hear me! i need sugar in my tea!
telecommuting spoiled me. bad telecommuting.
vestri matris dat bonus caput capitis
flailing helplessly


just because their email was so... charming.
couldn't have said it better myself
miss you
it's just a joke. don't get so uppity
like daughter, like mother
i am NOT a hottie
i'm supposed to be working
you put the happy in my ness
you're more bored than i am
wanna' go?
more to come, i'm sure
are you kiddin'? we've already rented out your room...


dirty kanadians
some links that are keeping me sedate and content for now
lush-o sez wha?
test 2
now, go read "midnight's children"
that's all
it's (a)LIVE!
this is just a test. do not run out of your house screaming. yet.
for all us "bad" indian girls out there
flatulence does exist!


so my ass is large and i smell funny... it could be worse.
and now for something pleasant
it was all her baby's daddy's fault, really
she claimed it was because of all the flannel
that's below the median
oh, and i went to jersey this weekend. it was fun.
i trust the tofu
to all you toe-haters out there...
um, is this what you expected?
still masquerading as a member of the real world
it's pointless to walk when it's past time to run


guess i'll go eat now
inanity of content reaches an all-time low
anyone remember carmen sandiego?
rock on, nickelodeon
get busy living or get busy dying
what was that? you don't think i'm funny?
another one bites the dust
statement of the day
even a termite wouldn't choke on it o/~
living vicariously thru the sachia
embarrassing him is my job (my 8th personality is a large italian mother)
who knew that jay-z was a trendsetter?
welcome back to virginia


stir it up
i don't get it
disturbing behavior
bollywood chic, eh? have you seen an indian movie?
skanky like a project chick
the british suck. apparently these pickles don't.
when you have nothing to say...
no, officer. i did NOT call you a fat pig.
is that a new shaliniland in the distance?
sammy, the aspiring supermodel
WAY better than being a reagan-baby
say something reasonably clever
old pictures are only worth a few words
just for micah
don't let your meat loaf.
whether you like it or not
some family trees bear an enormous crop of nuts


blessed is the homemaker
return of the fratboy
obla-di, obla-da
i be getting sappy in my old age
choose your own adventure
and you thought i was a boy
and it's not even true
don't try to bring logic into this
you could be my sunshine
this IS the über-update
this is not the über-update


tracking the progress of injured toes


not like alanis
it's amazing what a little hindlish will do to you
i've turned into my mother
not that i'd do anything about it, but...
i forgot what i was going to say
why is it so quiet around here?
i'm doing the chicken dance as i write this
i'm pretending to care
no new mail
what's purple, green and red and badly misshapen?
someone hath murdered sleep. good for him.
and dubya stands for walker.
more talk | less head
i'm a marketing gimp's dream-come-true
the all new gid show
nick loves porn more than me
bend it! bend it!


oh cameron!
passive aggressiveness and inexplicable frustration
pictures of my world verify its existence
go to sleep, you picture-crazy maniac!
shalini is a riceboy!
ich muß hier verlassen!
"tour of the south" leaves shalini with a vicious rash
pookie goes to charlotte
don't mind us, we're just going to sit here and make out
sammy is my zen master. and he told me not to watch any more of these dumb dating shows.


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"it is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. it is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, 'no, i will not be erased, i will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer'."
- søren kierkegaard
(passage gleaned from "seymour, an introduction" by j.d. salinger)


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