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Go Out Call

I always sing fragments from different songs and leave them on my friends’ answering machines and a guess I’m not the only one.

Here is a Friday night call to go out and hang out with Seff. She is so random. To hear “Dressed up in the money” click HERE. 

Dean’s List Material

It’s difficult to maintain more than 2 email accounts, I can barely keep up with two. I recently got an email from school saying it is an imperative that all students activate their Suffolk University email accounts. Well, little that I know, I’ve been receiving email at Suffolk since 2004; I totally didn’t know about it. I just checked it, under the urgent message, to find out that I have made the dean’s list last year! What a pity to not know such big news. The email says:     

The Black Dog Phenomena

Initially our guide was the HR person (didn’t catch her name) and later on Robert Douglas, Jr., CEO of the corporation Since 1993, continued with giving us the detailed story of how everything started, developed and prospered. You can read the fascinating story for yourself http://www.theblackdog.com/legacy/index.cfm.

The Way I Moved

Seven or eight months ago Beccam told me that she had purchased a “Shukadarov” domain name and that whenever I’m ready we could move my Blog there. I’m sill amazed of how thoughtful and generous some people are.

Yes it took us about that, 7-8 months to actually do it. Well, Beccam did the actual work of transferring everything and I got to choose the last details. She had set it up and this Saturday I went over her house for the final touches. It was like the old times, we were joking and laughing over everything. I had brought my laptop with me and we sat on the sofa with the notebooks in our laps. For me, it was the ultimate geek experience - she would do something on her PC and I’ll follow with glee. We picked the templet and then adjusted the color in accordance with the picture on top (the entry background color is actually snow); then we put a picture as a background - it actually shows only on the sides, that’s way a called it the side-wallpaper. Few hours of intensive, super fun work and voilà my blog was like a newborn and with a new name.

The AA Meeting at the End of the Crying Class

I know I’ve been neurotic about writing lately and it wasn’t because of lack of time, but because of a pre-school depression. Just the idea of restructuring my entire life schedule back to – getup, study, work, sleep, getup, study, work, sleep, getup, study, work, sleep… freaked me out and I didn’t feel like doing jack s**t and I also didn’t feel comfortable being alone. The first day I spent on the sofa, with Joan watching TV, then work, then on my second day off I sat on the sofa with Joan and chatted with Didi the entire day; I even barely made it to the gym – what a shame!

I’m taking 3 classes this semester – Operations Management, Accounting Information Systems, and Geography diversity and culture (or something like that).  The Operations Management is the second part to a class I took last semester Management Science, or as I call it the “Crying Class” – this course was so difficult that people were going home and crying over their homework. And I’m not talking kids; I’m talking adults.

Towards the end of the course out of the clear blue the class turned into a spontaneous AA meeting. People, happy that the nightmare is almost over, felt compelled to share their true feelings; under the celebratory mood, this one girl stood up in front of the whole class and said “oh yeah, the home work was sooooo hard that I would go home and cry.” It was like a heat wave or no, better yet, a tsunami – people all over the room admitted that they had cry because of this course. Anyway I’m taking the “Crying Class II.” The good thing is that the instructor seems a lot more laid back this semester and we are going to do a very cool project on the “Black Dog” on Martha’s Vineyard.

The accounting class promises to be really cool too because we’ll be learning Quick books on real businesses.

I don’t know anything about the geography class yet, I’ll find out on Thursday.

Moving

Wellcome to my brand,spanking new personal domain, wipe your feet at the door, please! I’m officially a dot com!Watch out!

This is just a check to see how is this going to post.

Whatever Happens to Birthday Cards?

Birthday cards like child’s drawings, although I don’t have children yet, are difficult to decide what to do with. Do I keep them or do I discard them? If I keep them, where do I store them and when am I gonna look at them again? I cannot simply have them pile up on shelves and on top of chests of drawers - they are going to turn into indifferent dust-collectors. But how can I just dump them, like some insignificant, emotionless pieces of glossy paper, which they are definitely not! Someone dear engraved, in ink, wishes of love, happiness, prosperity etc. with sincere passion on this little piece of glossy paper!

So I decided to grant them an eternal life and appreciation, here in my blog. The first 2 are birthday cards from Joan and from Steff’s and Cliff’s kids. I don’t believe they’ll come up readable, thus I’ll translate.

The Kid’s hand made the card and I find it very touching, it says:

Joan’s, incrusted with relief diamonds, continues on the inside:

“Well, actually I was thinking about me
but once I was on the subject of fabulous things
I thought of you next.

Have A Fantastic Birthday!”

The Indulgence of an Egyptian Goddess

I sometimes study the signs of maturity in my entity. One of them certainly is the complacency of solitude. In my early years I could never enjoy the state of seclusion, being by my self had never been pleasurable. I’m not certain due to what changes I’m perfectly contempt alone now. I can definitely share a delicious recipe, however. This afternoon I was tired but uneasy; I wanted to accomplish many things, alas I was tired and unmotivated. Amongst those things were to produce an entry in my blog, clean and tide up around the house, read… I couldn’t get a grasp.

Facing the need of doing nothing too, I decided to lit some candles and to take a bath with sea salts. Think about it, how often do you have the luxury of time to fill up the bathtub and soak for ½ hour? In fact I prepared a hot water with the special salts that Joan gave me, lit few candles, with a glass of wine, and relaxed to the narrated but unabridged version of “The Turn of the Screw” by Henry James. Upon cooling of the water I used the “Egyptian Goddess Skin” scrub and I can’t begin to tell you how good I felt at once. Entirely relaxed and smooth with fresh spirit uplifted.

The “Egyptian Goddess Skin” is in fact a “Body Coffee” product. The front of the box says – “Invigorating body polish. Dead Sea salt. Coffee Arabica.” In my opinion everyone should indulge in trying it. Joan and I named it “Egyptian Goddess Skin” after a story. One day she had came out of the shower and exclaimed “Baby, feel my skin! This thing is amazing,” I, urged like this, hurried to feel but couldn’t see the difference; Joan continued in her exaltation “my skin feels like and Egyptian Goddess,” and I thought “oh, whatever!” The story ended here till one day I was out of soap and decided to try the scrub – it felt salty, scrubby, oily and pinchy. Afterwards the tub was slippery but wait till you hear me after I dried my self up – I felt my skin on my left hand with my right and immediately rushed out of the bathroom screaming “BABY, BABY MY SKIN FEELS LIKE AN EGYPTIAN GODDESS!” Ever since that’s how we call it.

For more information you can visit www.bodycoffee.com (that is an unpaid commercial).