What better motivation to blog than when stuck sitting idly by as an Indian wedding proceeds.  Believe you me, an Indian wedding is a spectacle to behold – for those that haven’t ever witnessed it.  After you’ve attended a few, the traditional proceedings can appear borderline cumbersome.  So, when the goblin of monotony annoyingly tickles

This is a draft I wrote after coming back from my most recent trip to Spain in October of 2009.  It’s been sitting around in my drafts folder for an embarrassing minute.  I guess I just never got around to publishing it…until now. Was I really chowing down a falafel from Maoz in Madrid just

The snowstorm that has hit the city ironically referred to as Hotlanta has rendered me crib-ridden for the past 3 days.  This is crazy stuff.  The city of Atlanta at the mercy of…snow?  This, folks, rarely happens here.  More often than not, on the rare occasion that it has snowed down here, it has normally melted away

Panera, as previously written, has become my preeminent hotspot of incremental progress.  As I wrote before, home is where complacency festers more fervently than the stench of inedible fruit in the fridge.  So, I get out of the home to draw some sort of inspiration or at least to feel some sort of satisfaction that I haven’t

I’ve learned that I’m infinitely more productive outside the confines of my cozy crib.  Maybe this explains why everybody and their 3rd cousin’s coffeeshop is jam packed with degenerate java geeks all the time.  A word to the wise, steer away from any and all Starbucks.  I remember driving around one day a few weeks

Absent of reason nor cognizant of rhyme, I blog again.  Purpose?   Do I ever really have one?  My thoughts are an independent contractor freelancin’ for mere flips and wiggles. Ademas…months…nearly years ago…I pined for the alleged luster and shine of the unemployed life.  I often wondered then if indeed the grass was truly “greener

Amid scarce fanfare and scant publicity, I’d like to formally announce my temporary resignation from engineering. “Temporary”, say you? Well…I suppose so. Could it be permanent? Perhaps. Likely? A shrug of the shoulders “I dunna know”. In a few months, I very well could find myself on the figurative corner begging for enough change to