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At the Cusp of a Great Adventure

So I was thinking as I walked to the North Campus Student Center for my last breakfast burrito and tater tots as a full-time student, “Since long-term exposure to low-level radiation, such as that around cell phones, seems to heighten the risk of cancer, one prudent habit to adopt is increasing one’s consumption of anti-oxidants.” That’s blueberries, pomegranate, acai, broccoli and brussel sprouts if you were wondering. Of course this kitchen logic often brews old wive’s tales, so take with a grain of salt.

I’m sitting in Northern Lights coffeehouse and just bore (conjugation?) witness to an uplifting sight. A smartly-dressed yuppie, donning glasses similar in design and material to my own, offered a sincere smile to the short, old Asian lady that timidly operates the sushi-to-go counter. It reassured me because more often than not, yuppie types seem to ignore ethnic non-native speakers. I know this because I’ve witnessed many-a-yuppie-in-training at my old place of employment treat customers of this disposition with less respect than more integrated American customers. It’s nice to see people act compassionately and empathically.

To continue my babbling about compassion, I decided on the bus today that I would like to work with the elderly. It would provide personal fulfillment as well as allow me to learn more about the human experience. In just what capacity I intend to do this remains to be determined.

Judging from my Tadalist I’m practically done with the quarter. The end is just a couple easy finals and a group project away. To get a jump on the festivities, I’m going snowboarding tomorrow, Four Brothers style! (* Brothers 3 and 4 are played by two of my cousins.) (* Yes that was an inane reference to that box office bomb starring Andre 3000 and Marky Mark.) This will be my first time with my brother’s old board, which I’m having hand-waxed as we speak. Er, as we blog. In the voicing of The Conan O’Brien Show’s impersonation of Bill Clinton, “Yeeeeehaaaaaa! Whhhoooooowheee!”

In my head are alternating the songs “Glory Days” and “Born to Run” by The Boss himself. I recently downloaded the smash albums on which those songs appear, and find myself reliving my wild and reckless youth, as an 7-year-old in the backseat of my parents Camry. His is such raw and energetic music, that resonates with immediacy even today. On a wild and reckless all-nighter to Mexico last year with Tara, she popped in “Bittersweet Symphony” by The Verve just as we made our crossing of the border. It was a great choice, but if I were to do it again, it might be “Born to Run” that we make that triumphant step to. That’s where this song belongs: at the cusp of any great adventure, especially the long-planned. And have you ever really listened to they lyrics of “Dancing in the Dark”? So emotional.

Anyone going to Giant Village this year? I hope to; it looks like it’s going to be bomb!

I must depart for class but I leave you with this critique I made for my art survey class of the Museum of Jurassic Technology. I went there yesterday with Natalie and was blown away; it was one of the most fascinating places I have ever been in my life, and I suggest you fascinate yourself with it too.

And one more thing! Major props to my cousin Eileen! She’s the first of you lazy dogs to leave me a message on my shout box! Now she’s someone who was born to run! Thanks, Eileen, you are now my favorite pinsan by far. As a token of my gratitude, I ask all that read this to take a moment to channel positive energy to her so that she kicks bootay on her GRE’s. Good day!

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