Sunlight shadows on the sidewalk, Friday afternoon, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.
This afternoon, after clicking over to Blogger.com and pausing before signing in (believe it or not, this is something I do often: I decide I want to update this weblog, I click over to Blogger, and then I just stop, overcome by a feeling of […]

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Sunlight shadows on the sidewalk, Friday afternoon, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.
This afternoon, after clicking over to Blogger.com and pausing before signing in (believe it or not, this is something I do often: I decide I want to update this weblog, I click over to Blogger, and then I just stop, overcome by a feeling of […]

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Originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.
You know what’s the most annoying thing that could possibly happen right before you have a morning telephone interview?
HICCUPS.
Yeah, that’s right. It was hella annoying and nerve-wracking and made me want to stab someone, which is not the best way to feel five minutes before you’re about to begin an interview, telephone […]

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Driving home, originally uploaded by yaznotjaz.
Generally, I will be the first to admit I’m a horrible friend. I rarely manage to pick up my phone when it’s ringing, and then it takes me a week (or two?) to return calls. I don’t respond to emails in a timely manner. I’m always right, and you’re always […]

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Last week, I went to Borders to study for my neurobiology and my molecular & cellular bio final exams.
(As an aside, nothing has made me mentally curse over the past few weeks as much as thoughts of neurobiology do: Friggin’ hell! I understand that NPB stands for Neurobiology, Physiology, and Behavior, but, friggin’ hell, maybe […]

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so you think you can hold the world up by a string.
You’re a tough crowd, Blogistan. I recently update this joint after a three weeks’ hiatus, and I get complaints that the post isn’t sufficiently about me. Not to mention the fact that every time I write about male friends/acquaintances/nice guys at Borders/old men at […]

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Courtesy of the “Drafts” folder of my email account, I present to you a snapshot of my day at work, “my day” consisting of the fact that I got to work just a few minutes before lunchtime. Look, it’s like blogging in real-time! Except, not.
12noon - Whole loaf of bread + a sauce/dip that tastes […]

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Okay, so I’m back.
I’m sure you’d like me to elaborate on that, seeing as how you enjoy living vicariously through me, but my life over the past month has been filled with nothing more exciting than four classes, two jobs, and drinking more hot chocolate this quarter than I must have in the past two […]

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we don’t talk about the little things that we do without/when that whole mad season comes around
Just in case you were wondering – which you probably weren’t, but I’m telling you anyway, so pay attention – this weblog may now also be accessed though www.ramblingmonologues.com.
And I am not at liberty to further elaborate on this. […]

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miseducation
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I got home from school late last night, walking into the house with my new messenger bag slung diagonally from shoulder to hip. This bag rocks das Haus – it’s khaki-colored canvas, with five or six pockets just on the outside, Velcro straps and random buttons everywhere. And I love messenger bags, in case you […]

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sky of blue and sea of green, in our yellow submarine
Following in the grand tradition of posting lists of my random thoughts when I have nothing worthwhile to say:
Today was the first day of fall quarter. Hold the applause. Do you know I have 8 a.m. classes four days a week? Do you know how […]

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He’s a graduating senior. He’s very articulate, and passionate about diversity issues on our university campus. His family fled Iran when he was a child, soon after the revolution (Which revolution? cracked my father, when I came home and recounted my day to him. Iran goes through a revolution every few years.) He doesn’t consider […]

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postscript
Due to popular demand, and because I really want to update but can’t since I have highly annoying papers to write, I’m instead posting my article that was published in the South Asian magazine on campus. Long-time readers may be interested to know it’s an edited and slightly more formalized version of this post from […]

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and words can never really help you say/what you want them to anyway
I had an idea for a Women of Color Conference workshop that involves a film, followed by discussion. The film is entitled The Way Home, and I saw it over a year ago, so the details are somewhat fuzzy, but I think it […]

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yeah, rochester plays mind games with jane eyre, but that’s a whole different story
So I now have a research internship with the M.I.N.D. Institute in Sacramento, and it happened so fast I’m still sort of reeling from the surprise. Not to mention the fact that I don’t know jack about research, and I don’t even […]

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