so i'm going through this super intense beirut stage. it pleasantly seems to satiate all my emotions at once. so yay beirut. i bought tickets for the tuesday night show for me and marv, did you?
we moved into our new office! yay face! a hardy welcome to tony, whom i don't think is my facebook friend, so friends, please tag tony.
new space is fab to the max. i heart it totes, with the exception that it feels sorta' stale compared to the comfy homeyness of the old joint. i understand the lived in feel will come as the space becomes more lived in. we should all buy posters and hang them. and spill things on the carpet. but no more farting bobby, that shit lingers.
whilst packing for the new place aarthi, zeb, and i were engaged in some conversation about zeb's plethora of stuffs and aarthi's bad ass lunch she made of curry and radishes. we all know zeb is sorta' a packrat of things related to 3.5 inch diskettes, but what we didn't know is that he keeps vitamins long after their expiration date in the tote under his desk. we also know that zeb is not a fella that often refuses food from his fellow man, so imagine my amusement resulting from the following exchange:
aarthi: have some of this yummy curry zeb.
zeb: no thanks, i'm still chewing on some vitamin c from 2006.
sweet d sorta' held my hand in getting into the new office yesterday. first she made me get off the train two stops early, because she said she could see the building. then she led me into a building with the giant numbers 1700 on the front. i said "sweet d, are you sure this is the right building" and she said "yeah" then we walked back and forth down the hallways and up the elevators whilst she looked for the garmin sign. long story short, it was not our building and our building, for future reference has a big 50 in front, hence the address, 50 francisco. i laughed my booty off. sweet d, you're like, super awesome to the maximum.
i spent another fabulous weekend in santa cruz with marvo kazi, though we didn't spend as much time adventuring as usual. we did see a magical little waterfall where we tied knots in long grass and made wishes. michael, marvin, can you please tell the group the name of this persian holiday or explain its traditions? thanks. mostly, marv and i didn't do anything this weekend because i was a total party pooper resulting from continuing sickness. i thought the low energy weekend would make me a fabulous worker bee, but it turns out, as most of you can attest, my cough is like, worse than ever. i feel super duper shitty.
in the midst of my party pooping action, marvin and i were going to go see a midnight showing of this older type flick at some movie theater in santa cruz. this was the whole reason i came down to santa cruz to begin with. marv and i decided to take a little nap though, of which we woke up around 10:30 discussing our options for the movie.
marv: when's the last time you saw harold and maude?
me: years. i've only seen it the once. when did you last see it.
marv: i don't know. i thought that you loved this movie, like it was one of your favorites.
me: nope. i thought that you were really stoked about it. i think its kinda boring.
the morale of the story is that we were both feeling obliged to eachother to show face at this movie for the other's benefit and we both didn't discover the other's apathy until the absolute eleventh hour. even as i type this, it doesn't seem very funny to me. it was funny when it happened. and i think it has something to say about communication and the webs we weave when said communication is lacking. ah marv. you're uber awesome.
i miss michael from my corner. pasha is super nice and i pretty much love him, but i feel like i'm annoying him when i talk to him in the middle of his code sessions. sorry if i'm annoying, pasha, i just need to know that someone else is alive here and there.
anyway. yeah. i miss michael.
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