Pineapple Chunks
October 19, 2006 on 9:07 am | In You've got voicemail! | No CommentsWhen Kate and I used to work together we were laughing all the time and we were doing so over the littlest of things. We also always kept a close watch of what we snaked on, not from a dietary concerns but out of sheer curiosity. One day, in the back room of Mashpee branch, she was picking, in her idiosyncratic manner – very slowly, one piece at the time, with thumb and index fingers shaping an Egyptian eye, while the rest – middle-, ring-, and- little finger fanned out and arched in an impossible way, the way ballerina’s bodies would bent, she was picking nuts and pieces of dry fruit out of a trial mix bag. I inquired of a peculiarly looking, yellowish dry substance she had just picked. Graciously swallowing, Kate answered – “pineapple chunks.”
“Pineapple chunks?” I exclaimed.
“Mhuuh,” she answered.
“You mean pineapple chunks, like in Harry Potter pineapple chunks?”
“Yhep.”
“Oh, let me try ‘em then,” I said.
This is who it all stared; I liked them so much that for months that was my favorite sweet fix. We objectified them; we even named someone “Pineapple Chunks.” Pineapple chunks means a lot in our vocabulary, it even made the voicemail category – CLICK HERE to hear.
Segregation
October 15, 2006 on 8:44 am | In Big Soccer Words | No Commentsseg·re·ga·tion
n.
- The act or process of segregating or the condition of being segregated.
- The policy or practice of separating people of different races, classes, or ethnic groups, as in schools, housing, and public or commercial facilities, especially as a form of discrimination.
- Genetics. The separation of paired alleles or homologous chromosomes, especially during meiosis, so that the members of each pair appear in different gametes.
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Happy Birthday Milen, Belated!
October 14, 2006 on 8:57 pm | In Happy Birthday, Sentimentality of the Greeting Card | No CommentsMy birthday was on October 8, last Sunday. I traversed over the threshold of fatness. I’m officially in my 30’s now. This is what I look on the day of my 30th birthday.
I’ve been running almost every day in the last few weeks, LOL. I celebrated in Boston; since that was the big “Three, Oh” I started on Saturday night at Club Café. Or I should say that my friends helped me celebrate the entrance into the 30’s even earlier – Kate and friends took me out to “Not Your Average Joe’s” for dinner on Friday night. Actually, Joan gave me my birthday on Thursday and we had dinner, even earlier.
I received not many birthday cards but I received the warmest wishes that made me feel very special, thank you all.
Those are apparently birthday cards and a cake. The cake was the nicest surprise form Omar. It says “happy birthday Milen” in Bulgarian. After a slice of it we went to Club Café with the idea of not staying to late because we had to get up relatively early on Sunday morning but we did stayed out till 2:00am. We were just about ready to leave Club Café when Sean showed up and we started talking, laughing, and drinking again. I wasn’t supposed to drink very much but the drinks kept on coming so I had no choice. I think that Sean fed me this last beer that got me sick; in the cab, back to the house from the “Eagle,” I was breathing Lamaze, head popped out of the car window, convincing myself not to barf. I didn’t. 
Some people go to elaborate, fancy dinner for their important anniversaries, others, predominately richer specimens go on expensive trips such as to Hawaii or on a big boat cruise, and there are individuals that get treated to sophisticated night on the town, going to a theater play or to the opera etc. Having said that, do you think that there is some universal significance to my treat-activity, we went to “Six Flags,” the amusement park? That was a rhetorical question. If going to “Six flags” was a dream I would interpret it as desperately trying to hold on to my youth and not wanting to let go of the so called 20’s. Well, it was a dream, I had no idea that we were going till the last minute and it was awesome, significant or not. I’d say it was the best thing to do on your birthday at any age. Here are some pix; there are more in the picture gallery on the right. I even took a video while on couple of the rides, the videos turned out great, a little shaky like the “Blair Witch Project.” I’ve noticed that it takes a long time to download the videos from here so that is why I don’t post them; I put them on a DVD.
Sunday turned out to be a loooong day, we left for the park at 10:30am and were back around 9:30pm; couple of drinks at the house and we were at Avalon. I hadn’t been at Avalon in about 3 years, I remembered it bigger. It was a lot of fun though. Thank god I didn’t have to work on Monday. I had lunch with some new friends on Monday and gloriously made it home afterwards. The Tuesday after sucked – I had 2 midterms one in the morning and one at night. Yes right back to life, no anesthesia.
Toil
October 1, 2006 on 8:41 am | In Small Poetry Words | No Comments| 1. | hard and continuous work; exhausting labor or effort. |
| 2. | a laborious task. |
| 3. | Archaic. battle; strife; struggle. |
–verb (used without object)
| 4. | to engage in hard and continuous work; labor arduously: to toil in the fields. |
| 5. | to move or travel with difficulty, weariness, or pain. |
–verb (used with object)
| 6. | to accomplish or produce by toil. |
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