January 6th, 2004

Clark Street, winter.

I told Maya leadsynth and her roommate that I was going thrift shopping, and I did look in a couple of stores, and I might yet go back for that badass black-and-white bag, but it was mostly an excuse to go out and walk. And walk and walk.

Yesterday I covered about forty blocks. Marriage proposals: one. (Things escalated quickly from "Hi" and "Can I take you out to dinner?") Proffered copies of the Bhagavad-gita As it Is: one. (The guy was persistent ("C'mon, it's philosophy. For intelligent people. Are you an intelligent person?") I explained that I could borrow my dad's copy. Which I will. Sometime.) Also, a random guy wanted to know where I got my rainbow hat. When I explained that it was one-of-a-kind, he was disappointed. He had wanted, he said, to get one for a co-worker. Bummer.

Today it was very cold, so I only walked about fifteen blocks, but I did pass a place offering "Burritos as big as your head!" before wimping out and getting on the warm train and later going to a warm coffee shop. I had to explain to the nice lady that I needed to thaw out for a minute before ordering. She understood.

Also, Maya introduced me to her friend polynomial, and we discussed math for a while (what else?) and then watched the new Tenacious D DVDs for a while. Rock.

Oh, yeah, Karaoke Revolution turned out to be kind of fun. It's like DDR, except you sing, and you're scored on your pitch and timing. I got a high score for my rendition of a Jennifer Lopez song which I've heard maybe twice. I have to say that certain lyrics seem even more stupid when they're scrolling by you in 72-point high-legibility sans-serif.