One Hundred, 100 - Actually It's 101

I just felt an urge really to number these. I tried it out using digits but "0" just didn't look that impressive plus some people would inevitably wonder why I typed "o" or "O" without the actual letter next to it to compare. Some organized part of me enjoys a linear or proper pathway for things I interact with regularly. Thing A happens and that causes Thing B to occur. While I try my mind isn't able to keep track when Thing A makes B, C, & D happen. Each of which, in turn, cause E, F, & G; H, I, & K; and Orangutan, Bubbles, & Somatotropin to happen. You see how confusing it can get?

Three digits now. My titles will be nice and long thanks to just the number. Depending on how it makes everything look when I post longer titles, I might modify the look/layout of this place to better accommodate the new length. For those who've been reading since Entry Zero, I hope you've had an interesting ride.

I went to an improv show tonight for the first time in something close to a year. I almost volunteered for one of the skits where someone from the audience provides the details of their day so that the improv group can act it out onstage. Granted I was going to use Monday as my day rather than what actually happened today. Monday, if you glance back at entry Ninety-six, was the day where I practiced a male genital/rectal exam. Hilarity would have ensued!

Ninety-nine, Six Word Memoir

Jovial Reader and Lover of Food.

Thanks to Heather Anne! (see blog links on side) for the idea.

Update March 18th, 2008: Heather Anne is changing her blog so it's not available :( But know that she provided me with this idea!

Ninety-eight, Dog Birthday!

I got Crazy Blonde's dog a birthday card. His name is Lucius. He is adorable. You should love him too!

Note: I missed posting on the 6th again!

Ninety-seven, Methods of Communication

I imagine at one point, like the one-year-old niece of the Beatnik and Lord Chaos, I burbled a lot to people and possibly smiled as they "oooo-ed" and "aaaaah-ed" me. Later on I found I could talk to people about games of various types with different rules (TV Tag rules rocked although we had to specify what TV show names to use since not everyone knew everything--cartoons were a mainstay). Ultimately I entered the close friend era where face-to-face deep conversations would occur. Then came the age of the Instant Message. That proved a mainstay in my repertoire for the past 8-10 years. Of course face-to-face was still present, just not as prevalent as IMs. Now it isn't much of a surprise that I'm entering the era of the phone. Oddly enough most people on this planet with regular access to one have been using them since day one of high school. But due to the proximity of my close friends, I never felt the need to learn how to communicate on it that well beyond, "Yeah, ok, I'll see you in a minute." Nowadays I can hold hour-long talks with people, whether it's the Engineer, Lord Chaos, the Beatnik, the Amish Girl, or the Alaskan.

I wonder what method will come to me in the future!

Ninety-six, Prostate

I just felt a prostate a half hour ago. Felt like a bump on the inside of the fleshy tube. Nothing that gross, nothing that amazing. Just was.

Ninety-five, Auras, Moods, and Emotions Oh My!

Do I reflect those around me? Or do I create my own aura that infects others as well? People can argue both ways. I like to think that I can be a ground for other's emotions when they need it and can be a well of availability for those who want some sunny cheerfulness. But then would that be true or just the truth I want known?

Ninety-four, My Family(ies)

I have two families. I have my family, the Indian one from which my roots come from and I have my American family where by this time I also have planted many roots (Beatnik and Lord Chaos' family). I end up going through the good and the bad with both to some degree. I won't say it isn't hard at times. It's great having these two sources of familiarity and safe-ness but it can also really push me around with the normal demands of upkeep on those relationships. Time to time I feel bad because when I'm home, I'm usually just trying to get some home errands completed that I can't do at any other time. Other times I feel bad because there is some important event that I can't be home to enjoy with them. This is true for both my family and my American family. Having these people in my life is great, but I do have twice the responsibilities (in my head) of other people I know.

These days, the things that brighten my day the most when I'm with either family tends to revolve around the youngest. In my family, there's Valiben, my 3.75 year old cousin, who makes me light up when I hear her yell out my name in joy. In my best friends' family, it's hearing about how the little boy in the family (my buds' nephew) has faith that I'll show up for gatherings to see his little boy. In the past I took for granted both groups of people being there. Now I treasure the encounters I have with each. Whether I'm drilling my grandmother on English or I'm helping out my American family by having fun with Pops while the Mothership is out for the evening, it's worth it. The physical hardships of getting to point A or point B become meaningless in the face of the mental joy that bubbles up from encountering my family--both Indian and American.

Ninety-three, A Second List

Weather
My life as an Indian growing up here
Books (mainly science-fiction)
Engineering school and five years of college there
Video games (mainly computer)
Experiences with my friends
Movies I've seen
Travels I've undertaken
Pointless musings that I come upon somehow
People's health
Where to eat
Medical school stuff
Current life issues my friends and I have
Valiben
Computer Stuff (building, comparing, etc)

These are the things that I have conversations about. I realized while typing them out that I do have a decent amount of stuff I can go on about. But still, at times it feels lacking. Maybe because recently my conversation topics have been limited to a select few. I have an image of a box being built slowly, surreptitiously, and I'm within the confines of it. I still can't see the walls, but it's out there angling in towards me. Last I checked, I'm not paranoid. I figure this is just my natural inclination to resist change. We'll see how things will play out in the coming days.

Ninety-two, Empty and Full

I don't really know what to write. I have successfully pushed aside myself in the past few days in order to properly cram for my exams tomorrow and Friday. My mind is filled with facts about Baclofen (CNS muscle relaxant), Hyoscyamine (Muscarinic Receptor Antagonist), Pemphigus Vulgaris (one type of blister), Bullous Pemphigoid (another type of blister), Ductal Carcinoma, Bowenoid Papulosis, Multiple Sclerosis, and more. I have spent quality time with some friends, and not seen others. I have talked with my family, but not for any long length of time. I have been playing games when I can, but not every day. I have been putting a lot into these exams. We shall see how they turn out.

Ninety-one, Boom Booms!

"Me likee teh esplozions. They were like, BOOM! O_O And I was like woah... O_o Then they like, skating man! *_o i like it.. I watchez again"

It's good that the Internet makes me laugh so much. From one point of view, BebopJelli could be raised on English like this. From another, more optimistic, point of view, she/he was being very creative in the description of this video. If you care to look for it, BebopJelli's comment is still there, 16 pages from the last page of comments. As for the video, while it's neat, not having been a skateboarder myself (or one blessed with much balance at all), I have little to relate to in the video other than liking the explosions in some of them. (thanks dooce for pointing out the comments)