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Paul.za is already missing, presumed confused. He left for Ikea approximately twenty-two hours ago and has not be seen or heard from since.

UPDATE.11.40pm: Paul.za broke Greg’s car and got stranded in the Ikea parking lot. Greg and Laurel rescued him in my car and had Greg’s towed to some sort of automobile rehabilitation center. Meanwhile, I was eating dinner expertly prepared by Jeff and Ariele and the girls’ and replacing dixie’s brain at Evil Ltd. After coming back from Ikea (with only half of his purchases), Paul.za, Greg and Laurel joined us at the girls’. Simply to complicate, I had Paul.za drive my car back to our place, and Greg drove Heidi’s car.

Now Greg’s measuring his penis online.

Paul.za is back from .za. Claims to have had a lovely time, but I fail to see how he could have what with all the green rolling hills, white sand beaches, dolphins and five course meals.

Immediately after coming into town (immediately as in he and Greg were just pulling into the parking lot), Michelle, Dixie and I accosted him and forced him to go to dinner with us at Father Nature’s (a pretty good Armenian place). Though he had been travelling for 31 hours, we also convinced him to hit up the GSC new student party in the cats:

“Rum and Coke?”
“We’re out of Rum.”
“Gin and Tonic?”
“No tonic. Gin and Coke?”
“Uh… No – Gin and Sprite?”
“Sure”

Ah GSC parties.

The annual Caltech first year orientation pub crawl was last night: Yardhouse, 35er, McMurphy’s, and Jake’s. I picked up some random first years on the way home and dropped them off at the Yardhouse before joining them. They may have thought I was a crack dealer. Oh well – at least they got free beer. Hung out with some cool people – Kristen and Wolf notably – but, as is typical for these orientation events, I will probably never see them again. Graeme was organizing the whole deal. I should ask him how much he ended up spending (and how overbudget that was).

Highlight of the night: At McMurphy’s when “Tom”, the manager for a band which may possibly have been called “Reefer Addicts” randomly came up to Rogier and asked for some “MoTow”. He was told Rogier was the person to see about aquiring such. Neither Rogier nor I knew why Tom was informed Rogier could help him out, nor did we have any idea that the kids these days were using such odd slang.

UPDATE.9.23.2004: I asked – Over $1000 (so about $400). He kept buying until they rejected his credit card.

I want to get this down in writing. (The oh-so-permanent media that is the internet)

Preskill has signed the forms. As far as he’s concerned, I’m officially a Physics Ph.D. advisee of his.

Now if only I can find Porter and convince the Physics Option of the same thing.

Three Dudes… Twenty-Five Cigarillos… One Night…

Greg and Jeff roll in at about 11:15pm last night with a five pack of plastic tipped Swisher Sweets (don’t try to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about). After relating the story of their evening (which may or may not have involved Greg passed out in the Slushee machine of the 7 Eleven on Sierra Madre – head stuck under the spigot as Blue Raspberry continuously oozed over his shoulder), we hit the balcony, the brews, the mate and, of course, the cigarillos. Now – it was a five pack, and there were three of us.

The logical solution: As soon as we’d each had one, I drive us down to the 76 and we pick up four more five packs. You may as why this is so logical. Neither five nor twenty-five is divisible by three. I can assure you not only that the decision was made with great care, but that you are thinking way too hard about the situation.

What followed was a good six hour marathon of mate sipping, beer swilling, cigarillo puffing, and smoke ring blowing – along with the requisite amount of BS needed to tie everything together.

My taste buds are now temporarily (I hope) dulled, my right hand still smells like cheap, sweetened cigars, and, to be honest, I feel a little queasy. But it was worth it. Just do’t go barefoot on our balcony for the next day or two.

Or as I refer to my car: my pimped out, sexed up, undone, tricked out little ’98 SL1 that unpimps, out sexes and in general does up everything else on the road.

Of course, not everyone views my ride in the same way. Last night, Jeff tricked me into admitting that Love (pronounce à la Barry White) was not included standard, and that my car was “all about self serve”. I think I was trying to say that car’s lady magnet was capable of being ramped up to any strength, but that that strength was entirely dependent on the car’s owner and driver. Clearly, however, it came out as “I masturbate a lot in my car”.

Think before you speak.

I have recently been introduced to a moste excellente beverage. Yerba Mate. My fellow greg has learned of it and it’s properties through his colleague and friend in the Adami group: Alan, a native af Argentina.

This South American drink has a pleasantly bitter taste and leaves the drinker with not only a caffeine like buzz, but a deep yen to explore the villas y calles of our sister continent.

Apenas nunca pida el azúcar.

.a few new pics from a lovely day at the beach on saturday with jeff, ariele, ace, bert, bonnie, and brian. .lovely, that is, except that jeff blew out his knee again throwing the frisbee around. .i’ve noticed that la beaches, though not living up to their “everyone is super hot standards” (recall: i was there), do attract quite a few hunnies. .of course, there’s the volleyball players to contend with. .the set of pics also includes some amigos shots from the night previous. .i’m thinking about archiving the pictures somehow and just keeping a representative sample of people/venues. .who knows. .i’ll probably wait until the page starts overflowing a bit.

.in other news, i’ve written the engine.beta for paul.za’s idea about the others page. .there’s only four (nascent) entries up right now, so don’t feel bad if you’re not one of them. .do let me know if the popup setup is heinous. .i hate frames, so i didn’t use them, and doing it in-window with css looks nigh impossible.

.ah yes. .i’d go off on a “the ends never justify the means speech since the means are the ends: they’re the only thing that matters” rant about the whole iraqi prisoner abuse situation, but i’m tired and i haven’t eaten dinner. .consider yourself lucky for not having to hear a preachy and ill-informed wind.

.and point of a day from last week or so goes to allen for his research on today’s ring tone economy.

.went out to recline last night for yet another birthday soirée. .this time, though, i was crashing; greg invited me along as his date to meet and congratulate on another year survived martin. !parse that! .interesting trivia about recline: albert einstein once had offices in the same building. .a nice “downbeat” atmosphere with pleasant people, but definately not the sit-down-and-drink-a-pint-place i enjoy more frequently.

.today i had four things which needed to be accomplished: pick up my registration card from the girls’ where i had left it last night, pick up a packet from dian, get dougherty to sign my regsitration card, deliver the packet to preskill, and turn in my registration card (order important). .hey – if two plus two can make five for radiohead, the symmetric can for me. .with the help of heidi, all were accomplished by 9:15am. .i should get up early more often. .too bad i couldn’t sleep until 3:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep from 6:30 on.

.paul.za game me an excellent idea last night, one which i hope to implement in the near to not-terribly-far future. .instead of linking to people’s websites from the others page, i should instead link to a little paragraph that tells who that person is. .naturally, i’d include a telling photograph where possible. .within that paragraph, obviously, i could include a link to the appropriate website. .a fair bit of work to build the engine and think of enough insults to go around, but worth it in the end, i’m sure. .i think i’ll also stop linking to a person’s site whenever i mention him or her. ?why? .because i hate it.