I speak to myself a lot. Being in an alien land helps the cause. It's holidays and you can't really take a holiday -- that helps too. Everyone else in your apartment building, in the university are gone home for the holidays. That helps. You live near the university, and it's holidays and guess what, nobody's here. That helps too. The point is, I speak to myself a lot. Not only in holidays, but most of the time. I wonder why I did something so freaking stupid. I wonder a bit loud so I can hear myself. Oftentimes, I become two -- One and Two. Mostly it's One that does all the talking. Gives a lot of advice. Free, you see. Two almost never listens, but sometimes decides to speak up. Dares up to One, and says, you're wrong. So it goes. I know, you must be thinking I'm such a lon(s)er. You're probably right.
In any case, such an occasion happened a while ago in the shower. One decides that he should write about the day that went by. Two asks, "Why?". One retaliates, "Well, the day that went by went not so well. I want to know why and I also want to put this in writing. I'm going to write a blog post about today" .
"Who'll read such a blog", says Two.
"Well, it doesn't really matter. I'm my own editor, publisher, and of course, reader. I don't care who reads my blog", replies One.
"In that case, why do you even bother writing? you can keep it to yourself", continues Two.
"You see, that's your problem. You never want to speak up. You have always been so pessimistic. No wonder the maximum number of blogs you've written in a year is 12", complains One.
"Whatever. What are you going to do?", gives up Two.
"I'm going to blog whenever I feel like it and whatever I feel like writing", One concludes.
As a result of this above argument, I, comprised of One and Two, have decided to blog about the glorious day that I had the pleasure of living by.
The day had a disappointing start. Not that the part of the Earth I live in was disappointed at the time the Sun decided to show up. Puerto Rico should be happy, after all. This is January, and the Sun had decided to even show up and embrace ever so gracefully. Cliches apart, the day's start was disappointing because I didn't hear the alarm, and ended up sleeping off most of the morning. By the time I got to work it was almost noon. The result of the previous day's experiment waiting wasn't very pleasing. It would have been pleasing 3 years ago. Now any new result yields only fresh (!) frustration, for it is another NEW thing that I should pursue while there are million others that need finishing. This frustration makes the rest of the day even worse. A two-hour long lunch with a friend. By the time I got back to work in the evening, it was, well, evening! I had the pleasure of helping a colleague providing my wisdom, and in doing so, I learned something new: How to get the angle between two planes (dihedral angle) in a crystal structure using the MPLN command with XP from the SHELXL package.
I got back to my apartment, and the second day of the test match between India-Australia had started. I watched the game, wondering why India even bothered to travel Down Under. Damn ICC. Humiliation from all directions is due. I wouldn't worry too much about it. In less than 3 months, IPL will start, and we will forget all about this humiliation.
Anyhow, this was an attempt to record the events and see if I could write. I have been doubting myself. By the way, there are new resolutions: I should start to organize, clean up, list down and jot down. In less than 5 months, I should be outta here. Good day.
In any case, such an occasion happened a while ago in the shower. One decides that he should write about the day that went by. Two asks, "Why?". One retaliates, "Well, the day that went by went not so well. I want to know why and I also want to put this in writing. I'm going to write a blog post about today" .
"Who'll read such a blog", says Two.
"Well, it doesn't really matter. I'm my own editor, publisher, and of course, reader. I don't care who reads my blog", replies One.
"In that case, why do you even bother writing? you can keep it to yourself", continues Two.
"You see, that's your problem. You never want to speak up. You have always been so pessimistic. No wonder the maximum number of blogs you've written in a year is 12", complains One.
"Whatever. What are you going to do?", gives up Two.
"I'm going to blog whenever I feel like it and whatever I feel like writing", One concludes.
As a result of this above argument, I, comprised of One and Two, have decided to blog about the glorious day that I had the pleasure of living by.
The day had a disappointing start. Not that the part of the Earth I live in was disappointed at the time the Sun decided to show up. Puerto Rico should be happy, after all. This is January, and the Sun had decided to even show up and embrace ever so gracefully. Cliches apart, the day's start was disappointing because I didn't hear the alarm, and ended up sleeping off most of the morning. By the time I got to work it was almost noon. The result of the previous day's experiment waiting wasn't very pleasing. It would have been pleasing 3 years ago. Now any new result yields only fresh (!) frustration, for it is another NEW thing that I should pursue while there are million others that need finishing. This frustration makes the rest of the day even worse. A two-hour long lunch with a friend. By the time I got back to work in the evening, it was, well, evening! I had the pleasure of helping a colleague providing my wisdom, and in doing so, I learned something new: How to get the angle between two planes (dihedral angle) in a crystal structure using the MPLN command with XP from the SHELXL package.
I got back to my apartment, and the second day of the test match between India-Australia had started. I watched the game, wondering why India even bothered to travel Down Under. Damn ICC. Humiliation from all directions is due. I wouldn't worry too much about it. In less than 3 months, IPL will start, and we will forget all about this humiliation.
Anyhow, this was an attempt to record the events and see if I could write. I have been doubting myself. By the way, there are new resolutions: I should start to organize, clean up, list down and jot down. In less than 5 months, I should be outta here. Good day.
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