Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Three Weeks to Leningraduation
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2001 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
"Want some bread?"
"No, but I'd sure like some land and some peace!"
-Me and Gregg, yesterday.
This is more of a placeholder entry than anything else. It's fifteen minutes till my third class of the day. Here's some more expanded shorthand from my Little Notebook.
When I say the word for "earlier," ranshe, I have this random French-sounding accent that doesn't really show up at any other time. Very odd.
I miss NPR Morning Edition.
I'm going to attempt to visit a club on Tuesday night. Yes, the aforementioned Money Honey. In Russian, if translated literally, Dyengi Myod. Not quite the same effect.
I find myself not actually making jokes, sometimes, but rather design specs for jokes.
If my love were a Supreme Court case, what case would it be?
Who came up with perforations to make it easier to tear off paper? Genius!