June 11, 2003

passion puddle

I finally did it. I called the Extraordinary girl and requested, nay demanded, a face-to-face meeting. I’ve ran from shadow to shadow much too long, if I don’t resolve this matter, the matter will resolve me. You see resolving is the sort of thing you want to be doing, not having done to you. Its sort of like beating, but less kinetic. Anyway hopefully I’ll meet with the Extraordinary girl and we’ll both be better because of it.

Living at home is weird. Mummy still cannot come to terms with the fact that I can work quietly without causing damage to myself, our belongings or others. This is most annoying because I absolutely cannot code when someone keeps checking up on me every four to five minutes. I haven’t written any meaningful code since I left Texas. I took the Waste source code and integrated it with an API to get Linksys routers configured automatically, but thats like eating a salad for dinner. I need more. I’ve been quite a bit out of it with Mozilla and I don’t really know why, I’ve even stopped rolling my own nightlies. I will do it for sure though before the end of this week. Using the regular nightlies doesn’t “feel” right.

Also driving around in Jersey is a bittersweet experience. Roads are in far worse shape than any other state in recent memory. States in recent memory include Texas, Georgia, North&South Carloina, Virginia and New York. There are a couple of potholes(1,2,3) that are very close to home and just harsh. I usually drive around the mother unit’s minivan, and the potholes thoroughly shake up the car, its unnerving. There is only so much a man can swerve to avoid them and most of the time its impossible. The other thing that I noticed about Jersey’s local streets that I never noticed before is that manhole covers are directly in the middle of your driving path and its a good bump everytime you drive over them. Its annoying. The other weird thing is that suddenly an inexplicably large amount of people have become polite drivers. This I don’t understand. I haven’t even been cut off once, not even by delivery trucks! What the hell is going on? I was really excited about the cutting off and the fist waving and the finger giving and the light flashing and the angry honking, its as if The Captain swooped by one night and brain washed everybody. I demand that Jersey drivers return back to their own states and the let the other states handle the pansy-wansy niceness. It is kinda nice though, you know the whole keeping your blood pressure normal during regular drives thing. Beyond the potholes and the nice drivers I just love being home where I can literally drive blind to all the local spots, thats just a wonderful feeling where you don’t even think and you’re there. I never did achieve that sort of road feel in Texas.

And the bagels, ohhhh the bagels! And the pizza, ohhhhhhh the pizza!!!

Quoteses:
“Why would they do that in Parsistupidity?” - The Old Man
“Nothing like slashdotting MIT to make you feel like you’ve accomplished something! How’s your precious class-A IP registry now?” - Bunker Hill Community College
“If you remember one thing Keyur, remember this: ‘Mita is always right. Even if she’s wrong.’” - Sumita C.
“Well if you get me a job there, I’ll put in a good word for you.” - The Old Man

Posted by Mr. Keyur at June 11, 2003 01:51 AM | TrackBack
Comments

“Shadow Dancing”

You did a brave thing. Sometimes people wait too long and lose all chance of resolution.

On another note: did all the Jerseyians pack up and move to Austin? I swear the level of driving madness is getting worse here.

Posted by: Dan at June 11, 2003 04:14 AM

Man. You mentioned pizza a the end of this post and I just emailed you about my Jersey pizza addiction. Oh, well.

Have you tried being pantless to deter your mom from checking on you so often?

Your mom rounds the corner into your room, “Is everything okay. . . “

Keyur: “I’m kind of in the middle of something mom.” Maybe have cameltoe.org up on your monitor or something. Either that or say “Glad you came to check on me mom. I could use your help with this tourniquet. Oh, and could you bring me a spoon? I’ve already got the lighter and syringe.”

Posted by: Steve at June 11, 2003 05:16 PM