After the Deluge

So I started work at the library. It's a pretty good job, but kind of confusing because all the books are not catalogued using one uniform system. Because the library system at Harvard predates the Library of Congress call system, there are two different ways the books are catalogued which is really confusing, and I always feel like an idiot when I make a mistake. And they always catch mistakes. They're so meticulous, they would really be amazing Nazis. We're talking Hitler's finest. Ok, maybe that was too far.

Friday night...well, let's not talk about Friday night. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Let me know if you're interested in how I was duped into smoking a hookah all by myself and then finding out that it wasn't just filled with delicious flavored tobacco. Otherwise, it's hush hush and probably not internet worthy. Nothing embarrassing in the vein of Indian-Pilgrim relations night on the Harvard shuttle, but still unpleasant.

So, that's about all that happened this weekend. Schnocone made garbage fried rice and Bighead deceived us with a big stupid internet rumor of the Smashing Pumpkins (one of my favorite bands e meritus) reuniting at Lollapalooza. What a waste.

Some things I still miss about Spain: the lisp, bread for 40 cents, wine for 40 cents, clara (beer and sweetened seltzer mixed), sunlight at 10pm, etc.

BUT, today I found out that Bighead's random MIT cable gets feed from TVE, that's Television Espanola, so tonight I watched a little bit of flamenco and heard the glorious lisp for the first time in weeks. Hallelujah!