More fun than a pipe and a glass of scotch

Ramblando, et cetera

2004-04-11 | 11:00 p.m.

Hmm... I'm pondering something... *pointing finger in random directions* stable, stable, long, stable, low-key stable... ah, yes, and a big empty zero for moi. Figures. Oh well.

Highlights of this Easter holiday:

Teaching my dad to use a computer.

Listening to my parents discuss the thermodynamics of a cognac glass.

My parents' discussion on whether I should be allowed to drink wine, and then whether the entire bottle should be designated "Karl's bottle of Cherry Kijafa."

Finishing Siege of Avalon.

Finishing Icarus Hunt (awesome book, JP... sci-fi noir, who'da thought?)

Adoration of the Christ (Oh yes, many of you may say "I'm sick of you and your bullshit religion!" but it was a new experience to me. Bless those crazy Jesuits and their low-key enterprises).

Mountains of food, mostly Polish or with Polish flair.

Putting off the AP Euro project, the AP Enviro AP test I'm expected to take and the AP Calc test I'm expected to take.

A nearly decent sleep cycle.

Decent programmes on television.

The new colours pervading my back yard due to spring and construction work.

The prospect of hanging out with Marcin a few days from now.

And et cetera.

So I'd like to say now that on a Thursday evening, nothing beats walking down Milwaukee around Lawrence? "Why?" you may ask. The answer is simple if you know the neighborhood and you know me. You walk into the Polonia bookstore and you've essentially got a lower-budget Polish Barnes & Noble with live piano music. You walk into Ideal Pastry and you'd be lucky to find one American product there (although recently, they've been carrying the esoteric Goose Island Root Beer). You walk a bit north, look east and you see the Copernicus Center, after a small line of shops including a Polish restaurant and a small Polish travel agency. Prawie jak w samej ojczyznie.

Now, I realize that any sort of foreign tendency on my part angers anyone reading this greatly, but the fact is that I'm not fully ethnically assimilated and I do not wish to be. I mean, a lot of "American" things are normal to me, but simultaneously I revel in my birthright, and if this offends you or annoys you, deal. I try to keep myself as un-jingoistic as possible as is, so live with it.

< New Subject > Although I'm feeling a touch of melancholia at the moment, concurrently I'm struck with the euphoria that only a break from school can bring. Assuredly, the break will be over and I'll go back to school having wasted a great deal of time not doing anything, but I still enjoy this more than the heart-crushing tedium of school. So, for the moment, I raise my glass of Kijafa to you, o blessed Spring Break. May you remain for years to come and always be kind to me.

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	Ramblando, et cetera 2004-04-11 \| 11:00 p.m. Hmm... I'm pondering something... pointing finger in random directions stable, stable, long, stable, low-key stable... ah, yes, and a big empty zero for moi. Figures. Oh well. Highlights of this Easter holiday: Teaching my dad to use a computer. Listening to my parents discuss the thermodynamics of a cognac glass. My parents' discussion on whether I should be allowed to drink wine, and then whether the entire bottle should be designated "Karl's bottle of Cherry Kijafa." Finishing Siege of Avalon. Finishing Icarus Hunt (awesome book, JP... sci-fi noir, who'da thought?) Adoration of the Christ (Oh yes, many of you may say "I'm sick of you and your bullshit religion!" but it was a new experience to me. Bless those crazy Jesuits and their low-key enterprises). Mountains of food, mostly Polish or with Polish flair. Putting off the AP Euro project, the AP Enviro AP test I'm expected to take and the AP Calc test I'm expected to take. A nearly decent sleep cycle. Decent programmes on television. The new colours pervading my back yard due to spring and construction work. The prospect of hanging out with Marcin a few days from now. And et cetera. So I'd like to say now that on a Thursday evening, nothing beats walking down Milwaukee around Lawrence? "Why?" you may ask. The answer is simple if you know the neighborhood and you know me. You walk into the Polonia bookstore and you've essentially got a lower-budget Polish Barnes & Noble with live piano music. You walk into Ideal Pastry and you'd be lucky to find one American product there (although recently, they've been carrying the esoteric Goose Island Root Beer). You walk a bit north, look east and you see the Copernicus Center, after a small line of shops including a Polish restaurant and a small Polish travel agency. Prawie jak w samej ojczyznie. Now, I realize that any sort of foreign tendency on my part angers anyone reading this greatly, but the fact is that I'm not fully ethnically assimilated and I do not wish to be. I mean, a lot of "American" things are normal to me, but simultaneously I revel in my birthright, and if this offends you or annoys you, deal. I try to keep myself as un-jingoistic as possible as is, so live with it. < New Subject > Although I'm feeling a touch of melancholia at the moment, concurrently I'm struck with the euphoria that only a break from school can bring. Assuredly, the break will be over and I'll go back to school having wasted a great deal of time not doing anything, but I still enjoy this more than the heart-crushing tedium of school. So, for the moment, I raise my glass of Kijafa to you, o blessed Spring Break. May you remain for years to come and always be kind to me. Yesterday's news \| Tomorrow's headlines