The Adventure Continues
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Peace.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Hello Harvard
So there I was, sitting, reading, and pondering life's greater questions on the toilet in the morning before work, as is my custom, and my doorbell rang.
"Whatever could this be?" thought I.
"Am I late on my rent?"
"No. It's not due for two weeks"
"Did I run over someone's dog?
"No. I ride a bicycle with a basket that could squash not even the smallest Chihuahua."
"..."
Tapped of ideas and with no other obvious reasons to avoid this caller, I shouted "Chotto matte." (Japanese for: "Wait a freaking second you impudent feral pig") wiped as best I could, and ran to the door.
Overjoyed was I to find that it was neither an irate landlady nor a bereaved pet owner, but rather an old fellow in a postman's uniform holding a large Fedex envelope. Accordingly, I scribbled my initials on his pad, turned around, walked into my living room/dining room/guest room/den/office/breakfast nook/game room and proceeded to shred it open with the excitement of a wolf that found its way into a quadriplegic sheep farm.
After thusly perpetrating violence unto the unsuspecting envelope, my eyes fell upon the shining shield of Harvard Divinity School emblazoned upon a folder. With a quick flick of the wrist and the agility of a panther I opened the folder.
And what, pray tell was in that folder?
It was a letter from Harvard Divinity School.
And what, pray tell, did the letter say?
It indicated that, should I choose to attend their fine institution, I would be awarded a full-tuition scholarship and $10,000 annual living stipend.
And what, pray tell, was your reaction young squire?
Being a man of renowned eloquence, I chose a simple, poetic verse with which to celebrate the occasion:
"OMGWTF?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
And now, after a $250 down payment on my first year's tuition, I am officially a member of Harvard Divinity School's Class of 2011!
BOOO YAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boston, here I come!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
After a long, long wait...
and an anxiety/anticipation filled sleepless night, the last of the results from my grad school apps has finally rolled in. I appear to have come out on top of this process with a final score of 4-0 (that's 4 acceptances and 0 rejections, woo woo). Maybe I will at long last be able to relax as I have spent that last month in a constant sate of tension checking my mailbox and my inbox every 15 minutes for any signs of acceptance/rejection letters. But, without further ado, the results are as follows:
Harvard University
ACCEPTED via the application website and waiting for financial aid package
Yale University
ACCEPTED via email and waiting for financial aid package
Boston University
ACCEPTED via email with full-tuition merit scholarship and $4,000 annual stipend
Pacific School of Religion
ACCEPTED via email with no financial aid
Ivy League what?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tomu on a Stick
Pain. It's an interesting phenomenon. It involves the activation of nerves and some rather complicated brain processes. And, most of all, it hurts. Today's blog is going to be about some pain I experienced while at an outing at the beach with some of Lee's adult students.
To wish Lee a fond farewell, we played a "traditional Japanese" game that involves hitting a watermelon with a stick. It is every bit as elegant and refined as you might expect but, there is a one catch: you are blindfolded and have to rely on other people to guide you to the melon.
As Lee was the guest of honor, she got to go first:
1. The Start
2. The Approach.
3. The Wind Up
4. The AftermathOooo... sorry Lee! Nice try but no cigar. But what do you expect? You know what they say: you should never let a woman do a man's job. So, now let's watch macho Tomu have a go at that poor melon like it's his redheaded stepchild:
1. The Start
2. The Windup
3. The Hit?
4. The Aftermath
1. The Start
2. The Windup
3. The Hit?
4. The AftermathI will not kid you that this was the most intense pain I have every felt. Thankfully Lee was kind enough not to take pictures of me rolling about on the sand and came over to help me get up instead.
I attribute the fact that I missed the watermelon and hit my cojones to my great athleticism. Obviously, I could have taken the easy route and hit the massive watermelon in front of me, but being a sportsman in the purest sense of the word, I challenged to hit a smaller (if only somewhat) target.
Damn, I am good.
P.S.
Do not try this at home.
I attribute the fact that I missed the watermelon and hit my cojones to my great athleticism. Obviously, I could have taken the easy route and hit the massive watermelon in front of me, but being a sportsman in the purest sense of the word, I challenged to hit a smaller (if only somewhat) target.
Damn, I am good.
P.S.
Do not try this at home.
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