from the desk of stinkpot

lots of stuff i’ve wanted to mention, but don’t individually muster sufficient activation energy for me to post.

1. inspired by my trip back to the philippines, i learned how to cook one of my favorite filipino dishes over the weekend: chicken adobo. for those of you unfamiliar with it, adobo is the quintessential filipino poultry dish; it’s like chicken parm for italians. needless to say, the part of me that misses the philippines the most – my palette – is thrilled.
2. in spite of the heaping spoonful of sugar i dumped into the adobo pot, dinner was still bittersweet. christina and i had prepared a meal for our closest (in terms of both rapport and situation to our apartment) friends here in boston, j & h. our friends confirmed that indeed, they would most likely live as RAs in undergraduate housing next year. of course, i’m thrilled that they’ll enjoy free housing next year; it’d be a bold-faced lie, though, to say i won’t miss having them live only a few blocks away. my stomach swears it sensed the silhouette of the sinking feeling you get when your first friend moves away to college – perhaps it’s because my friends are leaving for college all over again.
3. in what could very well be the most creative action of our lives, we hatched a rough screenplay after a milky filipino dessert. the film’s name: FOBulous! partially in homage to the romance movie primeval (a modern-day romeo & juliet, where romeo is cast as a 40-ft crocodile with a taste for human corpses and juliet is played by human corpses), FOBulous will tell the true story of pauly shore’s childhood: west-african guerilla leader. the 6th-sense-like twist will be that pauly shore isn’t a soldier at all – he’s really a chinese tour-guide from tiananmen square. oh and there will be no speaking whatsoever in the movie, as all thoughts and dialogue will be conveyed by pantomine. shooting begins whenever we befriend someone who owns a video camera.
4. i proferred not one, but one-and-a-half insights today during scientific discussions today with my PI (principal investigator = lab generalissimo = arbiter of when i finally escape school). this is a big deal – i almost always score no original thought when talking him; instead, his greater intellect + experience usually squash my head’s poor little homunculus the way big barbara biggio would crush my scrawny frame by sitting on me in the first-grade wood chip playground. my ego, which still fears the mit intelligence gestapo who’s tasked with identifying and removing profoundly incompetent grad students, has taken to not answering the phone at work. the recent decision by my gray matter to stand up for itself, however, has at least got my little homunculus smiling.

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