September 30th, 2001

September 30, 2001 on 7:00 am | In Brandeis, Music

Spent the weekend at a sleepover with my a cappella group, Spur of the Moment. I slept from 6am till 11am and then had breakfast at 2:30.

Why do they call it a sleepover if you stay awake for so long?

I have no class Monday. Or Tuesday. With a TA section (and nothing else) Wednesday. And no class Thursday. After that, classes start up hardcore for me again.

Oh well.

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    September 28th, 2001

    September 28, 2001 on 3:23 am | In Brandeis, Jewish

    So, Yom Kippur is over. It was a 27 hour fast. I was at services all day. In the morning, I was at services from 9am sharp till just before 3pm. The evening service went from 4:30 to 7:15.

    And besides not eating the whole time, I engaged in one other act of self-denial: I stood the whole time. Long story short: Former suitemate Adam’s late grandfather always stood for the entire service; Adam is continuing the tradition, and, well, I’m I’m helping.

    As a bonus, standing for the entire service while fasting does add a layer of religious depth. If, by “religious depth,” you mean, “your legs get really tired.”

    Also, my writing class loved my first story. Like, loved it. But what do they know?

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    September 26th, 2001

    September 26, 2001 on 1:24 pm | In Brandeis, Jewish, Uncategorized

    Christians have all the luck. When they have a holiday, it’s like, “Hey, let’s go out looking for eggs!” We have a holiday, and we give up bread and edible food. They put ash on their foreheads… We give up all food and drink (even water!) for 26ish hours.

    Seriously, you know what I like about fasting?

    Nothing.

    We’re having 30 of our closest friends over for the break fast. Everyone invited had to bring something from our long list of food and various other items we need. Someone’s bringing bagels, someone’s bringing plates, someone’s bringing lox. Lauren made two kugels and a Kit Kat Kake. Me, I offered my house. My work here is done.

    Next entry won’t be till Thursday late night.

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    September 24th, 2001

    September 24, 2001 on 11:48 pm | In Lauren, Life Updates, Science, Things of Amusement to Me

    This weekend, Lauren and I went to the supermarket. We bought vegetarian corn dogs, vegetarian cheese-burger-wrap-thingies, vegetarian pepperoni pizza, vegetarian bacon, vegetarian hamburgers (not gardenburgers, but meaty-ish hamburgers), vegetarian chicken nuggets, vegetarian buffalo wings, vegetarian chicken patties, and Kosher hot dogs. Because we do actually eat meat.

    This veggie things are incredible. The taste is incredibly “accurate,” the texture is right on — it’s perfect. Morning Star brand is what it’s all about, my friends.

    Here’s my question: What the heck is the deal with those “garden”burgers? It’s the non-meat-eater’s round patty of food, but it’s not designed to taste like a burger. Well, I don’t eat vegetables. (Seriously.) So why can’t I buy, say, “meat” carrots — processed beef and chicken parts plus orange food die, shaped in the proper way? C’mon, science! What are you wasting your research time on?!

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    September 24th, 2001

    September 24, 2001 on 6:36 pm | In Uncategorized

    It is easy to add to this blog. Even when you have nothing at all that you wish to add at the time. Note that this post is utterly meaningless to all but the two people (myself included) as I type it.

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    September 23rd, 2001

    September 23, 2001 on 3:57 pm | In Lauren, Life Updates

    So, Lauren showed me today that I have a grey hair. Well, I was playing Madden Football on my N64, marvelling about how obnoxiously the computer cheats to make itself win, when Lauren came in to visit. She didn’t say, “I love you,” she didn’t say, “You’re such a sweetie,” no. No, she came in and pointed out that I have a grey hair. I walked to the mirror, and before she could point it out, I found it. It was sitting there, laughing and pointing, saying, “Ha ha Lex! You’re old! Bet you’ll die soon!”

    Some might think I’m odd for claiming to “hear” messages from my grey hair. But at least I’m hearing something at all — grey hair today, hearing aid tomorrow, cane the next day, then… I forget what comes next. Something to do with losing something or other.

    Also, Brian exists.

    (See, he complained about never being on this thing.)

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    September 22nd, 2001

    September 22, 2001 on 9:46 pm | In Lauren, Life Updates

    So, theguy@theguy.com turned out to be a massive flop. The email link, so prominently displayed, is a dud. Oh well. Probably The Guy is having server problems, and he wants to call The Guy to fix it, but then he gets all confused, because he is the guy. Life is difficult.

    Last night, Rafi, Lauren, Brian, and I stayed up until the wee hours playing Mario Party. You know what’s fun about Mario Party? Everything.

    Anyone watch that celebrity telethon Friday night? What did you think?

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    September 21st, 2001

    September 21, 2001 on 9:48 pm | In Life Updates

    I no longer hate the employees of my apartment complex. My complex, which I’ll call “Windsor Village Shmapartments” to protect my own anonymity, has been s l o w in fixing some of our recent problems — a burned out front light, a weak flush, a difficult door, and this really really filthy carpet on our stairs.

    So The Guy came and fixed stuff Thursday. Then today, during lunch time, The Guy came again and cleaned the hell out of the carpet. Like, literally, Satan, his dominions, and oodles of fire and brimstone were exorcised from the carpet this afternoon. It no longer looks like an old dirty worn carpet on the stairs… Now it looks much more like an old cleaner worn carpet on the stairs.

    But my question is… How come we call The Guy who comes to fix things (anything) The Guy? “The oven’s not working” — “I’ll call The Guy.” “The ants are back” — “I’ll call The Guy.” Is there a The Guy, Inc. that solves household problems? If not, there should be.

    Okay, on a hunch, I just checked theguy.com. It exists. The sole link on the page is to email theguy@theguy.com. I’m doing so, and I’ll let you know what he says.

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    September 21st, 2001

    September 21, 2001 on 6:25 pm | In Brandeis

    It’s my first day of class in a week, thanks to a class schedule with two days off plus two days of vacation time. I don’t think I remember exactly how this works… I’ll post by the end of the day; for now, check out my most recent column. Topic: Living off campus.

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    September 20th, 2001

    September 20, 2001 on 4:23 am | In Brandeis, Lauren

    New stuff! Over on the left, per Rafi’s suggestion, you can now find brand new links to my columns and songs, almost all-new and improved from the OLD site, if you remember it.

    Lauren thinks I should have a page on this site talking about how wonderful she is. So: Lauren’s cool. I love her. Dig.

    So, driving in Waltham this evening, I passed a gaggle of young girls, aged 6 to 12, standing outside holding various-sized American flags, chanting USA. I waved and honked my horn.

    But that’s still really kinda weird. “U S A! U S A!” The younger ones probably didn’t even know how to spell “USA.” Oh well.

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