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Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



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Monday, July 29, 2002
 
gluttony is a sin, damn.

A quick word from Boston.... as it has been quite a gluttonous run from the big apple to the big bean. It was quite a nice experience to be a tourist in New York. I hit an all-time high of about six museums in three days, plenty of good ethnic food, and even a posh mexican bar where we've be-friended the Brazillian bartendress and the mariache band so much that we can become regulars - quite an achievement for some poor college age kids with a limited amount of time in the city. So bravo us. I discovered a great movie place - so we went to see Y Mama Tambien (or however the Spanish put it) and the charming, Tadpole. The later featured one of my favorite least-known Paul Simon songs: "The Only Living Boy In New York" - what a wonderful surprise... but that, some good margaritas and in general, just some very good times. it's only been about five days away from the Gugg - but that does make all the difference some times, and just being able to go for dumplings in Chinatown, all-you-can-drink-for-$10-and-a-business-card happy hour, and to MoMA QNS and PS 1 - it makes putting up with the daily grind so much easier.

Then onto Boston to continue the path of gluttony - overeating, overspending, overdrinking... yada yada yada. Aaron is the first pseduo adult that I know and it's made me anxious and jealous to have my own place (including a roof deck overlooking Boston and a kitchen with a black and white tile floor). We made two trips to the Border Cafe and from what I've seen, I think MIT is going to be the best place for me and CMS will most likely be the name of my next degree and academic affiliation. Tomorrow I go for the tour with my Dad and my sister and I hope to be all the more convinced by my initial impressions. So all is well... got to see some great characters and just enjoy the INCREDIBLE sales at Ann Taylor (I've replenished my wardrobe with about 7 tops and 2 skirts for under $100) and I got to do it all when I wouldn't be missed around the office. Soon enough I'll be back - a month left to go and much to be done - perhaps the peace, quiet, sobriety and calorically-deprived times might be good for the body and soul.