Excuse me, what?

I was shopping at Trader Joe’s a few nights ago, when my phone rang and it was Sophie. I picked up and started talking to her. Meanwhile, I was browsing the frozen food section when I saw “langostino tails.” I have no idea what langostino are, let alone langostino tails. I looked at them, they kind of looked like cockroaches, so I put them back down and moved on. Soon after that I ended the call, paid up, and left.

On my walk home I remembered about the langistino and decided to call Sophia back and ask if she knew. The following dialogue followed:

me: Sophie, do you know what hasienda tails are?

Sophie: Excuse me?

me: Hasienda tails. What the hell are hasienda tails?

Sophie: What?

me: Hasienda tails.

Sophie: There is no such thing.

me: They are small, kind of red, look like shrimp, but they are tails.

Sophie: Do you mean langostino tails?

me: (silence)

Sophie: Do you mean langostino tails?

me: Maybe

Sophie: Yeah

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indierawk: -Anatomy of a Hipster #158.

indierawk:

-Anatomy of a Hipster #158.

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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

How to Fight Loneliness - Wilco

The reason I love Wilco is trivial and it is the only reason why we like art of any form: being able to relate to the emotions and experiences that it expresses. Sometimes, that relation is abstract, and sometimes it is raw. So raw that it makes your very core bleed to the touch.

This song is a poem, and a philosophical statement, a pain dressed in words, a hope spoken out loud, a piece of advise from your best friend, and a tear rolling down your cheek as you are grinning stupidly - all in one. It is also a proof that you get through these times, and you get out on the other end whole enough to sing about it.

I have been listening to this song for a couple of hours. Without a plan or agenda for a day on which more than ever my foreignness and aloneness are more obvious than any other day of the year, I guess I am just going to smile. It will all be different soon, somehow. Not exactly sure how, I have faith something is bound to change. It must, it will.

Or so I strongly hope.

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Momo, I think you might benefit from some time with Chelsea. She can tell you all about playing with string and where it got her. I can’t speak on her behalf necessarily, but I can advise you to make sure this red thing does not end up in your small intestines, because it’s not coming out without cutting you open for over $1,000 in total expenses. I am just saying. kittenskittenskittens: Momo

Momo, I think you might benefit from some time with Chelsea. She can tell you all about playing with string and where it got her. I can’t speak on her behalf necessarily, but I can advise you to make sure this red thing does not end up in your small intestines, because it’s not coming out without cutting you open for over $1,000 in total expenses. I am just saying.

kittenskittenskittens:

Momo

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I love to stumble upon unexpected uses of trellis for R graphs in social science. This is a pretty good one out of New Tools for Analyzing Teaching, Curriculum, and Standards in Mathematics and Science.

I love to stumble upon unexpected uses of trellis for R graphs in social science. This is a pretty good one out of New Tools for Analyzing Teaching, Curriculum, and Standards in Mathematics and Science.


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A colleague of mine and I were working on something together and we somehow collectively generated the following nonsensical image by messing up the QQ-plot code. After 15 seconds of looking at it, the following exchange occured: colleague: Hmm, so WHAT do you think this is? me: I am unsure, but it looks like maggots. colleague: Yeah. I can see that too.

A colleague of mine and I were working on something together and we somehow collectively generated the following nonsensical image by messing up the QQ-plot code. After 15 seconds of looking at it, the following exchange occured:

colleague: Hmm, so WHAT do you think this is?

me: I am unsure, but it looks like maggots.

colleague: Yeah. I can see that too.

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I am in awe. I love cats. allcreatures

I am in awe. I love cats.

allcreatures

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Today is the perfectly gray day for this song.

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Addendum

Screw love.

At least in its version of a prince on a horse.

For now, this is perfect. Just the way my life is.

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Complete

I think this might be what complete happiness feels like. I am one lucky person.

I had one of my most amazing nights in Philadelphia to date, for which I have to thank Ned and Pilar. Who take me as I am, noting more and nothing less.

I also need to thank good beer. Also the only place in the whole city that has Bulgarian beer.

I thank my cat, as always.

Life.

And the academy.

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