lost in pacific time

As part of my west coast adventure, I spent Saturday exploring San Francisco with my roommate and a couple of other people. We took the cable car down to Fisherman’s Wharf, did lots of tourist-y things, and had a fantastic time.

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lent 2011

My best friend challenged me to give up coffee for Lent. It took some strong persuasion on her part, but eventually I caved. It’s only 40 days. She’s doing the same for an equal vice of her own. We agreed to make it work and support each other, so it should be doable for both of us (and it should help me with that New Year’s resolution I made).

The last time I gave up coffee for any extended period of time was the end of sophomore year. I quit caffeine cold turkey a little before finals (worst timing ever, in retrospect). I lasted three weeks, at which point I started my first full-time job. A 40-hour work week, combined with the fact that coffee was the social outing of choice for friends and co-workers, did me in.

Lent starts March 9th. This will be interesting.

Edit – March 11: Caffeine withdrawal brought this plan to a screeching halt. See this post.

attempt #1 at keeping my blogging resolution

So it turns out that coming up with something to blog about every week is more challenging than I anticipated. I’m going to blame this on the fact that I’m entirely pre-occupied with life and the grad school admissions process. You could argue that this should give me a lot of material to blog about, but it’s mostly me haunting my email and getting organized for the spring (which is going to be very eventful).

I can tell you that I finished reading Alexandre Dumas’ The Three Musketeers and it was fantastic. I really do love his writing (The Count of Monte Cristo is tied with Hugo’s Les Misérables for my favorite book of all time). I’m now on the hunt for the sequel, 20 Years After, and I’m going to try and read the whole series before classes resume on the 24th.

to-do list

I had a staggering reminder of the fragility of life recently. It was one of those bone-chilling moments when you realize how little it takes and how quickly something can happen. Everyone is fine, but the impact is lingering — two full weeks later. So as I continue to process the incident, discuss the meaning of life with my budding philosopher of a best friend, and mull over the extremely cliché blog entries I could write about making every moment count, I’ve started to come up with a list of things I want to do/accomplish.

The term “bucket list” or “things to do before I die” seemed kind of bleak (especially for a non-smoking college student with no major health problems), so I just went with the classic catch-all heading: to-do.

  • visit every continent
  • read the complete works of William Shakespeare
  • actually take advantage of student rush tickets
  • spend at least a month living in Europe
  • visit all fifty U.S. states
  • become a published author
  • earn a doctoral degree
  • appear in the pages of Vogue
  • go to all four major tennis tournaments (Australian Open, Wimbledon, French Open, U.S. Open) in the same year
  • sing at an open mic night at a coffee shop
  • go scuba diving
  • swim with dolphins
  • read Les Misérables en français
  • have a full conversation in a foreign language with a native speaker of that language
  • travel to space
“We are always getting ready to live, never living.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson