Life feels sometimes like a dream. We meander through it, totally oblivious to it's many wonders, which we can unlock if we were to gain that awareness and become cognizant of it's dreamlike nature. This blog chronicles some of my journey to becoming fully lucid, to figuring "it" out, and taking any interesting detours that come my way. It all started with some rainbow flavored ice cream in Europe and a 10 month stint in Borneo. The jungles call to me...
Sunday, July 11, 2010
No Haven in New Haven
This is a post based on events from Wed (7/7) to Thursday (7/ 8) morning, since I had to sleep in my tissue engineering lab Wednesday night. Now, hear me out, because I know everyone who knows me would think nothing has changed with my crazed shenanigans. Basically the lab offered A/C which no other place I could have stayed in could offer me. Also i would have been on the floor in a sleeping bag where ever I went anyways, so why not also have a chill place to stay, rather than waking up in a lake of sweat the next morning. But suffice to say, I thought the night would be abruptly interrupted by security guards. I imagined how a security would react if they saw me, all cocooned in my sleeping bag with an eye mask on. Or if in the morning, I was sitting at the table in only a bathrobe, drinking coffee and reading the paper. In the end it was a quiet night, I woke up early, and then walked along College st.
Somehow the ridiculousness of the night's circumstances were paralleled by seeing a real life turkey, right near the Owl Shop, just gobbling (that can't be the right term) along the street toward an unknown destination (I hope not someone's lunch). I really didn't know how to deal with this sight, except take the photo in this post. Otherwise, things are going well, maybe as well as they've gone in a long time...which is a little scary but refreshing. I've just been getting into a healthy lifestyle, waking up (in large part my sister Becky's project) early, exercising, eating healthy, cooking prolifically but sort of improvising recipes, kind of getting through med school applications, reading a lot of cool stuff (mostly Bourdain's zany food writing). Also made a little weekend trip out to Minneapolis to visit some great friends. Ended up being a special weekend of long bike rides and such a sick time at the Weezer concert. I agree with an article published the next morning, that Weezer still matters. Lastly, i heard from this bartender about this great snack called a 'Scottish Egg,' and hope I can one day try it...ingredients include egg, ground beef (although ground turkey might be a decent replacement ;-) ), oil, and bread crumbs maybe. Peace.
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