This really shouldn’t involve any alcohol. I prefer cranberry juice, although pink lemonade would work great, too. Line up several episodes of Star Trek: DS9. Ten or so. Get together a lot of one of the above juices and several friends. Take sips when: There’s an “ethnic moment”: like when Ensign Muñiz dies in “The Ship” and is all like, “Si, jefe. Si, papi!” Or when Worf says things like, “Honor! Honor… Klingon…Honor!” Sip for the duration of the “moment”. Small sips are best. Very small sips. Someone indignantly says, “Quark!” This does not include Bashir. (For reasons you’ll see later.) This does include the Grand Nagus (bwua-ha-ha). Someone is…

Evidently, the parents are moving to California. They want me to come take some of my stuff back to Terre Haute to make their move easier. Wow.

One year. Hopefully many more to come. I made several private (not even password-protected) entries back then for my own edification, one of which might be fun to post (in part, if not whole). April 29, 2005, 07:19 a.m.: […] I just lie down on the couch while he wrote his story for a campus-wide round robin. Or while he tried to. I was tired enough that about 85% of my inhibitions fled, and when lightly probed, I hesitantly spilled why I was so nervous and tense around him–primarily, it’s his intensity and the direction his intensity takes, which is watchful-sexual-devouring. Scary to see that directed at me. So we…

I remember that during my last two years of high school, I spent a good bit of time analyzing relationships. I looked at my parents, at Michael and Jenny, at other acquaintances and friends that I saw with (or without) significant others, and I questioned what I wanted and didn’t want in a relationship. Some of the conclusions were rather obvious–keep communication lines open, be willing to apologize, don’t hold grudges, etc. Stuff great for life in general and crucial for long-term relationships. I looked to define the balance that I would want with a significant other–how much imbalance in intelligence could I handle? In money-making ability? In interests? In…

Ever feel like your graduate school interests just aren’t hardcore techie enough to be something real Ph.D. students would study? Yeah, that’s me. *frown*