It’s good to know I have a lot of options.
“The Ringling Bros Elephant Parade will begin tonight between 6:30 and 7:00 pm starting at the train stop at Mass Ave and Vassar and continuing down Mass Ave toward Memorial, turning left on Memorial, then continue on Land Blvd and ending at the TD Banknorth Garden.”
is at lansdowne this tuesday! for possibly the last free concert ever, now that universal snabbed him.
Listening to emo music while writing makes the tone of my hass essays ever-so-despondent..
the stars lean down to kiss you
and i lie awake and miss you
pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
(hey boys-looking-for-girls, YES this kind of stuff does work on some of us. ha.)
I participated in MIT’s aditl project (capture a typical day in photographs) yesterday. I thought I might wake up early to get some nice sunrise-over-the-charles shots from my window.
What actually happened was that I woke up 30 minutes late for my 11:30AM class and decided not to go. You can’t get more realistic than that.
A few shots:
what i see in the morning. bleary eyed, in bed, 5 minutes longer.
out the door
kinda gloom
i run into jason on my way to stata, who kindly provides me with the notes i missed from that morning class
lunch date with cecily @ sebastians!
there is so. much. construction. on campus
chaplin, film class
grabbing a book from hayden
delivery
planning meeting for senior toast
a lonely berry
on my way to pm recitation
Sometimes, I really do love it here and never want to leave (this place, or this stage?).
No tripod. Which becomes immediately apparent if you zoom in…
Back from Hong Kong–I have a lot of pictures to get through (though, still not as many as I would have liked from this summer).
In trying to synthesize my experiences this summer, it’s hard to not notice certain parallels…
- You have an army of tireless, well-groomed matchmakers willing to solicit suitors, schedule outings, cost-benefit analyze all your most viable options, and sacrifice their own personal relationships to make sure that every detail of your dating process proceeds flawlessly.
- Taking discussions “to the next level” includes a binding agreement to stop entertaining offers from competing bidders and players.
- Merger premiums: Really good assets command (deserve?) a premium.
- Distressed sales: If you’re desperate, you’ll sell to anyone.
- Sure the CEO is important, but you have to please all the shareholders (friends, family, pets, etc.—every effort should be made to avoid a hostile takeover).
- Any assumptions that exist going into the relationship are made transparent by a rational, well organized slide deck that both sides agree to.
- You talk about—and model out—action plans to anticipate upside, downside, and other off-chance scenarios in advance.
- You call upon painstakingly detailed models of your current standalone lives to make a merged projection for many future years, ensuring a snug fit into perpetuity.
- You do months—years! of due diligence to make sure there are no nasty secrets, including spending several weeks at the other party’s home with free reign over all significant files and artifacts.
- Everybody wins, or there’s no deal.
- You try to maximize post-merger synergies and goodwill, both operationally and financially.
- Your kids will have weird hyphenated names that reflect their cultural heritage (Kittredge, Smith, Milbank, Peters, Johnson, Milton, Carter, Green, Steiner, Greene, Jones & Neumann LLP, anyone?).
- Even though you’ve thought of everything, there are always surprises (that your matchmakers will smooth out at 9AM on a Saturday morning) to keep things interesting.
From the NYT’s beautiful Merce Cunningham obit:
“You have to love dancing to stick to it,” he once wrote. “It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive.”
I am at work right now in a hazy state of espresso induced half-wakefulness, and could not feel further away from the sentiment behind this quote.
(though, perhaps a twinge of that aliveness this morning when my ctrl-shift-w made a whole row of cells blue in a sprightly!, nanosecond keystroke? or the sheer magic of alt-e-s-t?)
I guess summer is the time when overworked, red-eyed college students are released from our ivory towers to…”freedom”. The freedom (burden) of having many weeks of self-scheduled time to hopefully jam pack with experiences and contemplation on what we’re supposed to be doing with our lives (kudos if you’ve already figured it out, or realized that you don’t need to) away from the convenient distractions of classes and exams. Maybe helped along with some beachy lounging, moments of unadulterated bliss, and sangria here and there.
But when you’re working 14+ hour days as an analyst, you and your fellow disillusioned coworker may one day realize (via witty email exchange!) that Google can speed things up in more than just work related situations.
Google (“what to do with my life”) –> I’m Feeling Lucky
Surprisingly good article? Or maybe just hits a little too close to home. Am usually not a big fan of self-help books (“I don’t need any help!”), but may pick this one up…
PS- Am currently watching the MJ memorial on TV in my hotel room. Quite touching, actually (ooh, Kobe is there) and great performances. He may have been slightly insane, but when it comes to what to do with your life? be yourself? live to your heart’s desires, and don’t tone it down not even a little? MJ got it right.
ugly coffee dome…discounted with the purchase of coffee!
(no nasties!)
mornings can be so full of small delights..
escalators
marble floors
wealth, in bad taste
international brands, shopping, endless mountains of consumerism, connected by..
labyrinth-like pedestrian tunnels + walkways, assuring navigation from one shopping district to the next without ever having to go outside..
skyscrapers in unwieldy shapes
lights, lights, lights!
octupi
