I found this picture at the Fermilab web site. I love Fermilab (the birth place of internet), my old friend Arun Tripathi used to work there as a researcher, and I've visited it once, and fell in love with the atmosphere. I happened upon the picture, (drawn by Andrea, from some school trip) by googling "hair standing on end". The part that amused me: if you are bald, would your hair stand on end? The kids apparently think so.Been listening to R.E.M.'s song "Bad Day" for the past three days. The song says, "It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture", leading to the title of this entry.
Past few days have been a mixed bag.
The good part: Two sexy thunderstorms in past two days. I really dig the rain. And the storms have been warm enough. I really wanted to walk around in the rain, and soak in the silky feeling of water running across your forehead and the way the hair on your hands feels after it's been kissed by the rain. It brought me back to the summer of '95 when I walked from Dhaka University for 30 minutes in the rain, and was very happy. I just read Siobhan and Annabelle's blog entries about safety and security for women, but I still enjoy walking around. Especially when I'm soaked and dripping (no double entendres intended)
The other good part: After 18 months of agonizing rewrites, one of our articles has been published in JHPN. You can check it out here. I gave on it long time ago, it's nice to see it published.
The fantastic part: The music store around the corner from the office has been playing songs from Kayamat Se Kayamat Tak, my favorite Hindi film of all time. Every day, during lunchtime, I'd walk out, be blasted by the music, and smile. And reenact scenes from the movie (which itself is a remake of Romeo & Juliet) in my mind.
The bad part: My expiring passport. I have a ticket for Hong Kong for May 10, which I can't use because of this unforeseen problem. I finally went to the passport office this morning, and filled in the requisite forms. It costed more than I expected, and standing in line was surreal (two taka for a rub from glue stick, two taka for a stapling job), but the lady at the counter was very nice, and now on May 5th, I'll hopefully have the shiny new booklet. Fingers crossed.
The worse part: I've been doing capital budgeting and NPVs for past nine days (cheer up, Annabelle, hell has some company), but now my Strategic Mgmt mid-term has been scheduled just the day after. If only looks could kill.
The horrible part: After six/seven weeks of being the celebate hermit who lived in a shoe, I now have a prospect of a date. But with six days a week classes, full time work with two vacant positions on my project, and cooking and washing my own clothes every week, I'm feeling like Lynette from Desperate Housewives.
Quoting Steve Carell from the "40 year old virgin", "is it true? if you don't use it, you lose it?"
Then I've lost all my skills for small talk and being interested at a new person in life.
And my hair is standing on end. What's left of it, that is.
