Blog neglector (n) -1. one who neglects to post in his or her blog. 2. A lazy-ass. 3. Andrew. Many apologies for the long dry spell in posts, but since life has seemingly calmed down a bit I have time to sit down, collect my thoughts, catch my breath, and finally attempt to chill for a bit (in a city who's average temperature for the past week as been 106). Yes, summer is here, and all I can say...it's good to be home. Actually, this summer it seems like I have been more busy than usual...travels in exotic locales, cutting edge scientific research, kicking ass in my class this summer (103/100 on exam 2...class average...63, yeah...) and even expanding my family (welcome to Maverick, my new Alaskan Malamute puppy). But even with all the new things that are going on, it's nice to know that there is always some underlying sense on continuity that I can rely upon.
Take for example, my friends. I still talk to my friend who moved to Massachusetts for grad school every month or so, and I'm even going to see her in a few weeks since I'm on my way to Boston (go Red Sox). Distance just doesn't seem to matter. Even the people still here in Arizona I manage to see more often than not. There are even new members of the crew who have made an appearance, and change the dynamic to make it interesting and fun (adding a dash of Brian and a sprinkle of Kevin to the mix nicely seasons the insanity soup which I call my group of friends). Change is nice, and often a good thing. Continuity however, provides me comfort. 
No real deep thought behind this one (obviously), just thought it was funny Even returning to the University has provided me with my fair share of continuity. There's my professors who I've known for at least five years, there's my friends who work there as well, there's the grounds and my uncanny ability to be able to make it from one side of campus where my lab is all the way to the other side in 10 minutes, making me only 10 minutes late for my class, and then there's of course my mumbling man. When I was an undergrad, every day as I crossed the campus between classes I would always see a large proportioned man walking and talking to himself. It was how I judged my punctuality since I saw him so often. If I met him before he got to the union bookstore I was going to be on time, but if he was at Three Cheese and a Noodle or over by old main, I was totally fucked. At first I thought that he might have a bluetooth or something like that in his ear that I simply couldn't see, but after observing him in passing numerous times I found out that this was not the case. I then simply dismissed him as one of the campus crazies, you know, like that guy dressed in army gear and spits at people when you go to the No Anchovies. But then I heard one of his conversations about sustainable land grants and grain trade with other nations after I followed him around for then minutes out of curiosity. Strike two, Andrew. He always seemed to have the most inspired conversations. After thinking about it though, a conversation with your self can only be inspiring since it is you you are talking to, and self-annoyance seems to be kept pretty well in check with most individuals. By the cut of his suit and the content of his discussions I decided that he must be a professor in some department (later it was confirmed that he was indeed a professor in Agricultural economics), and I was a little annoyed with myself for not figuring it out further (strike that earlier part about self annoyance). So yesterday I welcomed myself officially back to the University by having a slice at Zach's and No Anchovies, being late for my class, and wandering aimlessly while eavesdropping down the U of A mall listening to a mini-lecture on Agra-dollars and corn reciprocity by my mumbling man. |
Yay, Andrew's back! That's a pretty funny story, actually...and I totally remember that guy hanging around No Anchovies. And you would probably laugh at the entirely unrelated effect that in looking at a yoga-book website, I found one called "Celtic Sex Magic"