Georgia Tech alum, program manager at Microsoft, lifelong AIESECer, bad at self-description.
This is the sometimes weird, sometimes interesting and often banal stream of moments I deem worth capturing, chronicled largely through my phone's camera. Everything else is at arcadiy.org.
One of the many random things I've run into that make life in Seattle interesting...
This week featuring quotes from the Dalai Lama, it seems.
-- Sent from my Palm Pre
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Sadly, did not make it to the Edible Books Festival. Instead, I went and picked up this guy.
My new (to me) Thinkpad X300. Got a great deal on it locally. :)
-- Sent from my Palm Pre
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Not a band I would expect to deal with social issues, but: Russian group Vintage's song/clip "Lunatic girls" (with lyrics)
Мокрый асфальт фары в глаза
Здесь нету можно и нету нельзя
Все мы дочки городов, маленьких своих миров.
The wet asphalt, the headlights in my eyes
Here there's no "you may" and no "you may not"
All of us are daughters of towns, of our own little worlds.
Слепит глаза глянцевый свет
И я - третяя справа, а шестой уже нет
И одна на всех история невесёлая, новосёлы мы.
I'm blinded by the shining lights
And I'm the third from the right, and the sixth's already gone
There's the same sad tale for everyone... we're the newcomers.
Припев:
В столице настежь окна, девочки-лунатики
Слёзы-водка, расшибёт на фантики
Босиком по стёклам млечного пути.
Chorus:
In the capital...
Windows wide open, lunatic girls
Vodka will crush tears into empty wrappers
Barefoot across the shards of the Milky Way
В столице настежь окна, девочки-лунатики
Детство сдохло, расплетаем бантики
Я на всё согласна кроме любви.
In the capital,
Windows wide open, lunatic girls
Childhood has croaked, our ribbons untied
I'm ready for anything, except for love
Стразы-глаза, проще закрыть
Всё сделать как надо, закурить и забыть
За спасибо их бумажное, всё исполнено и неважно мне.
The crystal eyes, more easily shut
Do it all the right way, have a smoke and forget
For their paper gratitude, everything's complete, and I don't care
Домой позвонить маме сказать
Что идёт всё как надо, можно только мечтать
Тут одна на всех история - территория, поле боя - я.
To call home and tell mom
"Everything's going great," one can only dream
There is one tale here for everyone: territory; I'm the battlefield
Припев:
В столице настежь окна, девочки-лунатики
Слёзы-водка, расшибёт на фантики
Босиком по стёклам млечного пути.
Chorus:
In the capital...
Windows wide open, lunatic girls
Vodka will crush tears into empty wrappers
Barefoot across the shards of the Milky Way
В столице настежь окна, девочки-лунатики
Детство сдохло, расплетаем бантики
Я на всё согласна кроме любви.
In the capital,
Windows wide open, lunatic girls
Childhood has croaked, our ribbons untied
I'm ready for anything, except for love
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