jumanji!

Every now and then, it hits you that you're in the situation you're in. You're filled with that certain jeu de vie. It happened once to me at Stanford - it was right after a surprise birthday party freshman year. That was five years ago now. The day after, so hung over that it was easy to wake up in the morning at 8:30AM, I woke up not quite knowing how I got into the bed I was in. I biked to intro physics. On the way, I looked left with the beleaguered gaze of a college student, and saw The Stanford Post Card. USD10,000 picture. Then a girl named Loréna flipped over her handlebars in front of the lecture hall. You have to remember to hit the rear brakes first - flatspot if you have to. I sat next to her during the lecture. The lecture itself was memorable - it was the first of many lectures I'd have as a mechanical engineer on the bridge. It was dynamic vibrations time in the mechanics course, and we got to see the Tacoma Narrows bridge sway and break. The same bridge was referenced in E14, E15, ME80 (formerly ME111), ME33 (now ME70), and ME161. Each class blamed the failure on the phenomena described in the particular class. Sometimes it's resonant frequency, sometimes it's fluid eddy currents, sometimes it's materials. Lot of mileage on that one.

Anyway, that realization of circumstance happened again today. After a smart hair cut and straight-razor job, it hit me walking home. It happened again over drinks at the bar. I'm in Nepal. This is the place where the Tibetan look meets cinnamon dominican skin.

And I don't even know who won the superbowl. Hi KJCKJC.

And the Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs, mailed to me after the appeal of a previous post, is rocking my world. Stehpin Merritt.

In other news, I just checked my web site's stats for the first time. That's the kind of feature-rich publishing-oriented content omnis.com offers. Powerful operating environment. 42,000 hits? Top referrer is thefacebook.com? 4% Thailand? 1% Chilé?