i don’t remember a weekend ever being so big a deal back in college (and when i say college, i almost always mean SPA, where i became an architect; not grad school, TAMU) as it has become now. welcome to the real world, eh? the world where you slog your ass off for 5 days, party like a rockstar for 2, and then repeat. i’d imagine its a dull racket after a while, one that many people aspire to escape from. and add to that a 2/3 week a year vacation, and the big picture is kinda gloomy…or is it? much as i would like to shift to a 4-hour workweek (Tim Ferris), I don’t see it happening in the near future.

anyway, the silver lining is that while we’re whiling 5 days/week away at work, hopefully the imagination is running wild with sweet thoughts of freedom: realistically, at least making plans for the 2 days away. which is how one sometimes gets to do things which may not have been done, say if i was a junkie, lol.
long story short, seen above was the highpoint of the weekend. my second time out kayaking, its an awesome shoulder & arm workout, besides obviously being fun. i would buy a kayak, except that would mean having to buy a car, too…not happening. i’ll stick with my local rent-a-kayak.
in the meantime, my train rides have been filled with the words of mr. dostoyevsky, first impressions: very detail oriented, few people know their friends as well as they get to know his characters…and since its so detail oriented, its slow reading, and regressive. the title is “the idiot” and i have no idea where i got my hands on the book.
among other news: junkie sighting in boston
no maaan, don’t go by the image titles, you know i’m just playing, i love y’all, 420 rules, peace out, woooot!









adrift
(a brash post, but that’s what blogs are for, right?)
adrift, thats the only way to describe where I am and have been for a while now. can anyone possibly be as directionless as I am? one day its stay in boston, another day travel, yet another go back to india and work for a corporate, another day its start my own thing, another day its don’t effing think, another architecture, another write that story, another dont effing think…sometimes i get the feeling that i was searching for something and i’ve reached midway and can no longer remember what it was
some have opined that there are amongst us those who don’t know what to do with their freedom. some are led and some follow. and some just watch and stay adrift?