Of All The Indignities. . .

Of All The Indignities. . .

So, this website of mine has become a psuedo obsession/ambition of mine. I find myself constantly digressing from work and leisure because of this website. If I have a moment’s rest or inactivity, I often surf the gnarly waves of the internet to find ways to better improve and differentiate my website.

I’ve recently modified a few things on my website. I now added a new photo application to view my photos (check it out by clicking on the “photos” tab above) and have widened the layout of the actual webpage. There are a few other minor additions/modifications I’ve made, but those are the main ones. I am always looking to add something new, so my ears are wide open to the thoughts and opinions of others. I want to know what other folks think about my site. I would appreciate any feedback on my site (things you like, don’t like, suggestions, etc.). If you so feel inclined to speak your mind, then leave a comment.

Not, on to what I seemingly do best…digress.

I find it odd that we have a women’s bathroom in our new office…because…exactly ZERO females actually work in our new office. If engineering was a party, then it would easily break the pathetic record of the world’s largest “sausage fest”. Bratwurst is IN THE BUILDING!!!  I mean, I can’t really complain seeing that I knew what I was getting into, but really…ZERO women? Squadoosh? How the hell do all these engineers meet women and get married? Needless to say, women in the engineering circle are scarce. It’s like being dehydrated smack dab in the middle of a desert. You become so delusional from the heat and thirst that you start seeing mirages of women. But as soon as you get your head straight and thoughts clear, you realize you were just hallucinating and outside your wishful mind.  But, like I said…I knew what I was getting into…

There is this show on The Travel Channel called Bizzare Foods with Andrew Zimmerman. Now, Mr. Zimmerman traverses across the globe in search of different and, at times bizarre (hence the title of the show), culinary dishes. This guy makes those folks eating testicles and penises on Fear Factor look like grade school pansies. Not only does he eat the most disgusting and unsavory of delicacies, but he enjoys them and methodically takes his time devouring the gastronomical oddities he finds.   So, it was no surprise to me that he eventually made his way out to India to try out the culinary specialties of New Delhi.  What I was surprised by was his refusal to eat a certain Indian appetizer that nearly situates itself next to Godliness in the hearts of those with roots in the South Asian Subcontinent.

He refused to try pani puri: Pani Puri (click to view in larger detail).  For those who are uninformed, pani puri is a dish that consists of a round fried bread filled with masala infused water and channa (chickpeas).  Like some other Indian food, it smells like all hell but tastes like heaven.

There are many variations to this dish, but you will often find it the way I described it being sold by the lahris (street vendors) on the streets in India.  Mr. Zimmerman refused to eat one, stating that one of his rules has always been to avoid consuming the water of a underdeveloped nation.  You have got to be kidding me!!! I went to India less than two years ago and I consumed a bunch of pani puris from the streets – and so did my little “don’t tase me!” bro!  And this guy, the same guy who ate a pig ear (and raved about its succulence and delicious tenderness) rejects a simple fried bread concoction filled with flavored water and chickpeas?  I found this to be tastefully ironic.  I guess he wasn’t as down with brown as I had previously thought.  Of all the indignities, to drink a japanese sake with an actual dead lizard in it, yet refuse to down a pani puri? Of all the indignities…

So…my little 16 year old bro has been crashing at my joint the greater part of the last 3 weeks (he is actually sitting next to me right now asking for help with his SAT studies).  I think he enjoys coming over to my crib and getting away from the ubiquitous jazz and percussion that accompanies him at home, but I am having a hard time finding some things to do for him.  I tried to put him in some summer/day camps, but couldn’t really find much that was offered for a 16 year old.  I feel guilty that he just sits at home while I work, but I have been unsuccessful in finding something for him to do.

So, for now, he just studies during the day while I am at work.  After work, I come home and we go over his work in the evenings.  He’s going to be visiting my sister on the Left Coast next month, so that should be fun.  He had a blast last time he went; he even got to see Barry Bonds record-breaking 756th homerun.

Don’t get me wrong, I love having my brother around (Lord knows I can summon him at a moment’s notice to play FIFA ’08 on PS2), but I can kind of understand why parents value their alone time so much.  It’s great having him around, but having another person around adds more responsibility and worries to one’s plate.  I have no problem taking on this responsibility, but this summer experience has me strongly considering waiting a few years after marriage before having kids.  I want to enjoy my wife’s company and her nuances in intimate detail a few years before we decide to have kids.  You know, be one of those young, hip married couples.  The kind that are too damn old to be chugging beers and taking shots, but just the right age to sip on wine and actually pull off the whole “sophisticated” look.  I dig and I know you dig…

I will now be in the A for the 4th of July weekend.  The aggressive pursuits of my cousin to have me attend his wedding have paid off.  They decided their wedding date 2 months ago, but I had already booked my ticket to the Big Manzana a week earlier.  But, my cousin really seemed to want me there, so after repeated back and forth banter between ourselves, I decided to postpone my trip to Gotham until the weekend of the 18th.  The guy offered to fly me in on Saturday from NYC and fly me back out to NYC later that evening.  Are you kidding me?  There was no way I was going to let him do that.

Since he planned this at the last minute, there will be a lot of no-shows at the wedding.  A lot of folks have already made static plans that they are unable to change.  He said he didn’t want a grandiose wedding and that none of this matrimony stuff was a big deal to him, but I can tell it matters to him.  He wants his family there and he wants things to be fun and proceed smoothly.  I feel for the guy.  He’s a Hindu cat marrying a Muslim girl – and the girl’s family are receiving it about as well as a case of hemorrhoids.  Her family is not even attending the wedding.  On top of that, they originally planned to have the wedding at the end of the year in November or December, but the groom’s father insisted on having it done earlier.  So, here we are, a week and a half away from the wedding.  Hopefully, I can help these guys out with whatever they need.  After being so involved with my sister’s wedding, I realize how stressful and mind-numbing the planning and execution of a wedding can be.  Maybe some of that experience can come in handy in this scenario.

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