i have resigned to the tragic conclusion that my body refuses to let me sleep for moar than six hours a night. no matter how hard i try, how tired i am, or how late i go to sleep, i inevitably wake up after six hours and am wholly unable to catch another wink of sleep.
thankfully, six hours is enough sleep to function on. my eyes get heavy around mid-afternoon but i have found that doodling is relatively effective at holding my attention long enough for the sleepy spells (lol) to pass. unfortunately, i sometimes get so into my drawings that i stop paying attention to what's going on...but i suppose that's still better than nodding off and making it explicit that i am not paying attention to what's going on...
not really digging this whole bangalore blogging thing right now, i don't know why. it's hard to make each entry sound different from an entry that any other person would write. maybe i will take a small break until i get reinspired...
bought a copy of amartya's sen's "the idea of justice" from a street vendor yesterday. excited to read it...hopefully i can sneak out at lunch without anyone noticing.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
know what's weird?
interacting with people your age who're basically in the same "place" in life that you are - who've completed the same education, who are roughly in your same socioeconomic class, who find the same things and events and people and music and activities interesting - and not being able to make the jokes or comments you'd normally make because oh yeah, you're a working professional now and they are your co-workers first...
that's how i've been feeling about the fellow thoughtworkers. i've been spending a LOT of time with them, and they are all sorts of great, but i keep having to stop myself from blurting out such elegant expressions as "OMG A PUPPY" or "that's what sheeeeee said" or "dumb dumb! god!" or "sometimes my cat's name is kitty meow meow"
well, to be fair, i guess a lot of those barriers were taken down last night after we got back from a bar and played king's cup. (at one point i excitedly yelled "PUPPY WAR!" out the balcony when we saw two strays fighting) but i still felt weird - although we definitely wandered into some foreign territory last night (why does that sound so wrong), i could not shake the whole "wtf, really? i'm playing never have i ever with my coworkers??" feeling...
perhaps it's because i just associate these things with the american college experience too strongly. and technically our training program is called thoughtworks university, so maybe i have an excuse to keep on jiving when i pull a five, at least for the next few weeks...
that's how i've been feeling about the fellow thoughtworkers. i've been spending a LOT of time with them, and they are all sorts of great, but i keep having to stop myself from blurting out such elegant expressions as "OMG A PUPPY" or "that's what sheeeeee said" or "dumb dumb! god!" or "sometimes my cat's name is kitty meow meow"
well, to be fair, i guess a lot of those barriers were taken down last night after we got back from a bar and played king's cup. (at one point i excitedly yelled "PUPPY WAR!" out the balcony when we saw two strays fighting) but i still felt weird - although we definitely wandered into some foreign territory last night (why does that sound so wrong), i could not shake the whole "wtf, really? i'm playing never have i ever with my coworkers??" feeling...
perhaps it's because i just associate these things with the american college experience too strongly. and technically our training program is called thoughtworks university, so maybe i have an excuse to keep on jiving when i pull a five, at least for the next few weeks...
Monday, June 14, 2010
Millennium Park
has never looked so small...
Left: view of Grant Park from the twenty fifth floor of the Aon Center
As alluded to in my previous entry, I had my first day of work today. Just like graduation, it felt surreal and I got slightly queasy when I thought too long about the fact that this was neither an internship nor a dream.
But orientation was really great - much better than I'd expected, and relatively awesome. Everything is good. There isn't really much else to say about it at the moment - perhaps I will elaborate moar later.
The minute I got back in Hyde Park though, my stress levels just went through the roof and my energy levels came plummeting deep, deep down. I was in zombie mode for pretty much the entire evening, milling around as all my friends came for dinner, and now, even after we've cleaned up and everyone is gone, I am still feeling panicked and nervous. I think that my body is so used to being constantly freaked out that it now refuses to relax, like permanent rigor mortis...creepy.
I've been trying to pack, but as of now my absolute priority is updating my MP3 player with enough music to get me through the next six weeks, as I'm fairly positive we are not supposed to uh, obtain media for free while we're on the hotel/corporate apartment website. Some new-ish stuff on my Pre: Mumford & Sons, Band of Horses, older Animal Collective stuff, The Dodos. I am really digging weird indie bands with multiple vocals as of late.
As glad as I am/proud of myself for updating, I still feel like this is a relatively shitty/boring entry and that as a result, I should stop blabbering. Alas. I am too tired to think inventively or humorously... all I want to do is crawl into bed and put on my Sennheisers and listen to Hospice forever.
My next update will be on my other blog...woo! Let's hope I do not have malaria by then.
As alluded to in my previous entry, I had my first day of work today. Just like graduation, it felt surreal and I got slightly queasy when I thought too long about the fact that this was neither an internship nor a dream.
But orientation was really great - much better than I'd expected, and relatively awesome. Everything is good. There isn't really much else to say about it at the moment - perhaps I will elaborate moar later.
The minute I got back in Hyde Park though, my stress levels just went through the roof and my energy levels came plummeting deep, deep down. I was in zombie mode for pretty much the entire evening, milling around as all my friends came for dinner, and now, even after we've cleaned up and everyone is gone, I am still feeling panicked and nervous. I think that my body is so used to being constantly freaked out that it now refuses to relax, like permanent rigor mortis...creepy.
I've been trying to pack, but as of now my absolute priority is updating my MP3 player with enough music to get me through the next six weeks, as I'm fairly positive we are not supposed to uh, obtain media for free while we're on the hotel/corporate apartment website. Some new-ish stuff on my Pre: Mumford & Sons, Band of Horses, older Animal Collective stuff, The Dodos. I am really digging weird indie bands with multiple vocals as of late.
As glad as I am/proud of myself for updating, I still feel like this is a relatively shitty/boring entry and that as a result, I should stop blabbering. Alas. I am too tired to think inventively or humorously... all I want to do is crawl into bed and put on my Sennheisers and listen to Hospice forever.
My next update will be on my other blog...woo! Let's hope I do not have malaria by then.
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