Well, I didn't have to spell Abhijnanasakuntala

I just finished my Great Books of India midterm which went was okay. I already know I missed a few questions but hopefully everything turns out fine. I guess I should now cram for the other two assessments I have today. The first being in about an hour.
On another note, our floor looks very ghetto right now. Our halloween decoratinos have been falling off the wall and ceiling leaving it looking like an walkway you wouldnt want to go down in the middle of the night.

nimbus

the rain is falling outside my window

Loomings

Call me Ishmael... Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly Novemer in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberatley stepping into the street, and metholdically knocking people's hats off -then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my subsitute for pistol and ball...

It's weird where we find relief for our everyday life. Sometimes I want to walk around outside. Away from the city.

Plunge

This weekend I had a chance to go on a program called Urban Plunge. This consisted of a group of college students and campus ministers from Berkeley, Davis, Stanford, and SF State. We met up early on Saturday morning at the St. Anothony Foundation. We helped serve lunch and also discussed the issue of homelessness in San Francisco. Here is some reflection on the experience.
Have you ever seen a homeless person on the street and looked away from them. Does this make you a bad person? If you are a homeless person and constantly have people look away from you when you talk to them or even if you dont, how does this make you feel.
Homelessness is something that is disturbing to us, and it is in our nature to look away from things that are disturbing. If you see something terrible on tv you will look away. We look away from things we dont want to see. Similarly I find that I have looked away from a homeless person, probably for the same reason. I don't want to realize that there is a large problem of homelessness, and I dont want to give it a face or personality for fear that it may stay with me.
While serving at St. Anothony's I was finially able to give homelessness and poverty a personal face. The people I was serving were actually right in front of me. I was able to serve and be under the people who I usually just neglect and pass by. I was able to make eye contact with homeless people and didn't feel as if I had to just walk away. I guess this experience helped me realize that there is a personal side of homelessness that can affect us.
One thing I still have trouble with is thinking about how this should change how I react when I see a homeless person on the street. I realize that I wont always have something of material to give. While serving at St. Anthony's I had unlimited food resources to help the people with. When on the street I only have a couple dollars. I guess spending the time to give a smile is nice, but is that what the person really needs? So far I only know that looking away isnt the right thing to do, but I dont know what would be the most appropriate thing either.
Eventually I hope to learn to live a life of compassion.

side note: If you are person who went on Urban Plunge with me, and I dont have your contact info let me know it please.

laundry

So laundry usually costs 5 bucks per week becuase I have a dark color and light color load. Today after washing my clothes two of the driers were in use. For some reason, the machine wouldnt let me swipe my card to put money into the right hand drier becuase it said it was in use. After trying to get it to work for a while i realized that I could use coins for this. This whole ordeal wasted about 15 minutes of time but in the end it was ok.
So after an hour i come back for my laundry and the top left load that was drying turns out to have not dried at all. I guess the machine is broken so no hot air came out. I guessed this was probably becuase the load below mine was in use and took the hot air. So I put another dollar in the machine. After about 5 minutes i realized that the machine still wasnt getting hot. So. I wasted another dollar. I'm kinda frustrated right now. I dont know if this post even makes sense.

cheese cake

Yesterday Jing, Alex, Greg, and I worked on a cheese cake. We started at like 9 at night and I actually had to stay up till like 3 a.m. to take the cheese cake out of the oven after a 3 hour sitting period. It was really good. I only got a slice of it.

I have a dream.

So last night I had this dream where I was in my room talking to people. I think it was my roommates, the RA and some other people from the floor. Anyway, we all notice something smells kinda funny and I look over to the radiator and see that some paper had caught on fire.
Everyone is freaking out now and we are all like, oh my gosh, its a fire! The fire actually isnt really spreading or anything, but it's kinda scary.
So for some reason there is a fire alarm pully thing right above where the fire is, so I pull that, and then there is also a pulley to make all the sprinklers in the building go off. I pull that one also but immediatly after, realize that it was a really bad idea.
The fire goes out almost instantly, but now the spinklers are going off everywhere and everything is getting soaked. Like computers and clothes and people. It's wet everywhere. Enough water comes out so the floor has about an inch or two of water covering it. Everyone is running around I think towards the stair case to escape. But this is where dreams get blurry and I wake up.

creamy

Try this at home ( or at a cafe ).
1. Get one of those small half and half milk shots that come with coffee or tea.
2. Shake it vigorously.
3. Continue shaking it for a couple hours.
4. Open it up and pour it out and see how much butter/whipped cream you get.
5. You can even taste the whipped cream/ butter stuff.