Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder

21 May 2002, 0:12 a.m.

A surprisingly good food day. I ate surprisingly good…

Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.

A surprisingly good food day. I ate surprisingly good pesto pasta salad at the Caffe-Strada-run Free Speech Movement Cafe on campus. It had pine nuts! And roasted tomato! And then I splurged on a gourmet Sun-Dried-Tomato-Pesto burger at Smart Alec's at Durant and Telegraph. Quite worth four bucks.

I found old copies of my resume and realized that no newer copies exist because I haven't formally applied for a job in two years.

Went to a worse-than-useless review session for the Linguistics final. I think the TA may have actually told us things that aren't true and focused on giving us facts to memorize, despite McWhorter's insistence that we should be thinking about concepts, not labels. Quote from the TA: "Well, I don't know that, and I'm about to get a Ph.D. in linguistics, so I don't think you have to know about it for the final."

Jade and I ate a cheery dinner at Smart Alec's during which we worked a wee bit on the logic problem set and talked about Carol Gilligan's In a Different Voice, sleep patterns, bobos, humorous incidents in our lives, and music. Thanks to the constant ambience of 1980s music, Smart Alec's provides free nostalgia or something close to it along with the cheap vegetarian eats. Today the memory-unlocker was "Jump [For My Love]", which I heard while jumping rope in elementary school assemblies.

But I also talked with Jade about Leonard's music and tried to explain some of the themes in it that make me want to listen to certain songs again and again. Since he hasn't recorded them, that's rather difficult, so I just listen in my head. They convey an end-of-the-road resignation and a piercing analysis of how we got there. They strike at the heart of the incongruities that I keep at the margins of my life, and that, I am afraid, structure my life. And there's more but it's dangerous and hard to explain.

Seth cries out and I hope we hear him.