After work

This is from some day last week, the only day in the past six months I got home before dark. Doesn't that guy kind of look like a Smurf sitting on the bike? Haha.

today

almost a year ago, i stumbled out of college with a degree (barely) and zero direction, save a vague desire to chill at daedalus and/or play super smash bros. little has changed. but on friday, i wandered downtown to meet friends after work and found out rather unpleasantly that my new york daedalus (luna park) is now closed and the site of god-knows-what construction. this sparked some rather sharp introspection. here are my findings:

1. my body is a train wreck, driven by too much work, too much partying, and not enough sleep.
2. i feel comfortable at work. i love the problem-solving and i welcome the pressure.
3. going out has become completely bizarre. for the past couple of months i have spent a significant portion of my time with random european girls in their late twenties, all dark and gorgeous, but at a completely different stage in their lives. we get along incredibly well, but i just feel such a disconnect between us.
4. i love making lists. lists for everything!
5. i have a clear sense of what i'm passionate about.
6. any moments of blah lethargy disgust me and i want to eliminate them completely.

ciao.

Weather

86 and sunny in Delhi.
Sigh.

Thursday

I'm sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic heading uptown. Every other
cab on Amsterdam is occupied - every single ride is probably being
bankrolled by some bulge bracket. What inefficiency.

blah

salt-n-pepa - push it
lupe fiasco - kick, push
john legend - p.d.a.
the doors - break on through