Nu har hemresan kommit och de sista dagarna har gatt mycket fort. Vi har traffat en gammal kompis till M som han traffade i Spanien. Charlie bor en dryg timmes bilresa fran NY och det var en trevlig prick. Annars har vi mest spenderat tid i Central Park. Sheeps Meadow har hyst oss manga dagar nu och det blir en plats att sakna. Annars maste jag saga att det kanns skont att komma hem till sin egen sang, och mest skont blir det att slippa det skabbiga hotellet.

Vi gav Broadway en chans till ocksa, men det blev inget. For mycket ko, for mycket tid o.s.v. Jag tror helt enkelt att vi inte var tillrackligt sugna. Vi skjuter upp det och tar en Broadway-weekend i framtiden istallet! Forbetalt och bokat for att slippa allt fuzz.

Daremot sa akte vi ner till Battery Park igen och gick strandpromenaden mot Financial District. Den var grymt vacker. Med utsikt over havet, Frihetsguddinnans silhuett som syntes i diset och promenader kantade av trad myste vi till det rejalt. Dit ska man verkligen ta sig om man besoker NY.

Med lite perspektiv pa saker och ting nu sa marker jag att vi inte ar nagra typiska NY-besokare. Vi tycker allt var sa stort, hogljutt, mycket och sa vidare men alskade de platserna dar lugnet samlade sig, dar hoghusen bara syntes som en horisont och dar musikers musik slog mot tradvaggarna. Kanske inte det man brukar aka till NY for att soka, men det ar sadana vi ar. 

Nej, nu ska vi kolla var gate. Sitter pa Heatrhrow och vantar pa planet hem till Arlanda. Resan har redan varit lang och jetlagen ar hemsk. Vi hors snart.

Kramar Ann

Ora il mio swatch dice che sono le 4 (del pomeriggio? di notte? Pomeriggio, ora di Toronto), il computer dice che sono le 10 di sera, il mio orologio interno è schizzato via. Non so più se sono partita ieri, oggi o domani. Era ieri mattina, abbiamo lasciato il B&B di corsa (un B&Baccio in Cabbagetown, Toronto, inglese per molti aspetti, e non esattamente i più radiosi), siamo andati all'aeroporto insulare in una sfolgorante giornata di sole e poi un volo sul verde e lacustre Ontario alla volta di Montreal. Qui ore e ore a ciondolare in spento ambiente francofono, e poi il volo intercontinentale, pieno di bambini posseduti dal demonio del pianto incontrollabile e quindi nessun riposino a dispetto di mascherine, tappi e melatonina. A Parigi siamo arrivati che era mezzanotte... ah, no, le sei del mattino: l'alba frenetica dei gate con moquette e profumo di brioche.

E ancora ore ad aspettare il terzo volo, quello per la Malpensa, e poi lo shuttle, e poi il treno, e poi il bus marialuigianesco. Devo ricordarmi di essere ancora più ascetica nel vestiario, la prossima volta.

Un'ora fa una patriottica pasta al pomodoro. Non sono ancora certa, però, di che pasto si sia trattato.

P.S. Purtroppo leggo soltanto ora questo articolo che ammaestra su come dormire in aeroporto. In effetti, lo CDG non è malaccio, ma discordo sonoramente su Seul che mi ha "ospitata" due anni e mezzo fa, 9 ore all'andata, almeno 4 il ritorno: ho un ricordo tremendo della lounge nella transit area, un vero dormitorio dei poveri. Però elogio il servizio docce di cui ho fatto un fischiettante uso durante il ritorno, non c'è niente come una bella doccia per spezzare due voli da 10 ore l'uno :)

Men det gick bra.

Det var sååå skönt att se Inpipebyggnaden (tecknet att man kommit fram rätt) torna fram i gryningsljuset.

Just nu lider jag och Jocke av jetlag. Vi har sovit/dåsat om vartannat medan andra tagit hand om våra barn.

Just nu känns mitt liv som en sjuk dröm. Det blev natt, vi åkte bil, och nu är jag här. Bland massa barn. Bara här i köket är det 1-2-3-4-5-6 stycken. Sex stycken barn. Alla sitter runt omkring Svante och tycker han är störtskön.

Nee, er waren een seksuele revolutie, computers, games en elektronische wekkers voor nodig, om nog maar niet te praten over iPods voordat de oudere generatie eindelijk door had hoe de biologische klok van tieners in elkaar zit. Want weet je, tieners zijn nachtbrakers. Dat is nu eindelijk wetenschappelijk vastgesteld. Voor buschauffeurs is dat ook leuk want die hoeven dus eigenlijk niet voor 's morgens half tien aan het werk te gaan. Om over de treinen maar te zwijgen.

Voor de ouders is het een bevrijding want ze weten nu zeker dat het gezamenlijk ontbijten een taboe is. Ouders gaan namelijk volgens hun biologische klok vroeger naar bed en kunnen dus ook gewoon vroeg opstaan om vroeg aan het werk te gaan. Behalve de leerkrachten dan, natuurlijk, want voor tienen is er op school niets te doen. Elk kind een sleutel om de nek en het redt zichzelf wel. Heel goed, daar krijg je zelfstandige kinderen van. Trouwens...

Ook niet meer zeuren als de tieners op zaterdagavond om 3 uur 's nachts thuiskomen hè? Dat is gewoon hun biologische klok en er is nu eenmaal een verschil van twee zones met de ouders. Wie opblijft tot zijn of haar kind thuiskomt, loopt een flinke kans op een jetlag maar ook dat mag geen probleem zijn. Vroeger heette dat gewoon generatiekloof.

Ouders en leraren zouden eens moeten beseffen welk een strijd die kinderen moeten leveren als zij om half negen in de schoolbanken moeten zitten terwijl ze nog maar drie uur geleden aan het beesten waren! Als je je dat realiseert, durf je toch echt van een kind in zijn of haar "tiens" eigenlijk niets meer te vragen. Helpen met afwassen? Alleen tussen tien en vier want daarna slaat de secondenwijzer van het biologische klokje van gehoorzaamheid  op hol.

Ik vind het fantastisch. Zo kunnen we onze kinderen tenminste ook houvast geven? Moe? Geeft niets hoor, jonkie, gewoon je tijdklok. Beetje last van Pfeiffer? Niks van aantrekken hoor, het is een goed Zwitsers biologisch horlogemerk. '

Zouden die verschrikkelijk wetenschappelijk onderzoekers zich niet hebben afgevraagd of een kind dat uitslaapt tot half tien om tien uur niet netzo slaperig en drollig in de klas zit als ééntje dat nu om half negen de lessen moet volgen?  Eén ding weet ik wel, ik kan rustig gaan slapen want er wordt over mij gewaakt vannacht. Door de jonge garde. 

Tot sterkte,

Kaj Elhorst

(Vraag: hoe oud is Hugo Chavez? Hij heeft de klok een half uur terug gezet)

Http://politiek.wordpress.com

Service

www.skbnm.nl/pags/opvoedingtieners.htm

www.mens-en-samenleving.infonu.nl/pedagogiek/9744-tiener-en-opvoeding-van-12-tot-18-jaar

www.sugababes.nl/showtopic/65232

www.glimmerveen.nl/loes/biologische_klok.html

www.tienerblog.nl

www.dieet.blog.nl/gezondheid/2008/04/08/eigen-tv-is-slecht-voor-tieners

Resan gick hur bra som helst. Okej, vi var grymt forsenade till varat transferflyg pa Heathrow sa vi fick springa mellan terminalerna och jag kan lova att det inte ar en kort bit mellan dem. Vi var forst forsenade fran Arlanda med ca en timme, sedan fick vi cirkulera i luften ovanfor London i typ en timme extra for att det var ett sadant ovader. Nar vi sedan sprungit till transferflyget till NY sa var de ocksa forsenade ca 20 min med boardingen. Val boardad sa fick vi sitta pa marken i tva extra timmar pga ovadret. Men detta gjorde faktiskt ingenting. Vi flog med Brittish Airways, en Boeing 777:a och det var grym service, mycket mat, filtar, strumpor och horlurar till den personliga tv:n pa satet framfor. Och mycket samt skon plats inte att forglomma. Jag och sambon satt som kungar hela vagen och val uppe i luften sa somnade jag gott in och sov i princip fem timmar i streck.

Framme vid 00.00 pa JFK och allt gick smidigt. Inter alls sadant krangel att komma in som vi blivit varnade. Dock holl vi pa att bli lurade direkt utanfor av en olicensierad taxikille som skulle kora oss for ockerpriser. Men vi lyckades fa ut vaskorna till slut ur den vita stora vanen utan taxiskylt. Sedan var det 30 min taxiko till den ^riktiga^ taxin men det var ok. VI kom till hotellet safe and sound.

Ja, hotellet da, det lamnar mycket att onska. Inte minst med stadningen. Men det ligger 20 steg fran Time Square och jag har inte sett nagra skumma kusar eller kackerlackor sa jag ar nojd sa lange det fortsatter sa har. Men glad for att jag slapade med egna sangklader.

Efter nastan ingen somn och en jetlag som jag trodde skulle vara lindrigare har jag och sambon promenerat runt och kikat p[ naromraderna i dag. Sedan har vi plojt hela Time Square fran 43rd till Central Park och aven plojt Central Parks allt att erbjuda. Allt som allt har det varit en trevlig dag - trots jetlag och en otroligt tryckande askvarme som verkar vara NY:s konstanta vaderlek. Vi har fotat rok ur gatorna for ja, det ar precis som pa film.

Ar jag kar i NY an da? Nej, inte riktigt. Det ar en mycket skitig stad med sopor hela gatorna. Det ar en stad dar allt gar snabbare an vad skandinaver som vi ar vana och allt ar hela tiden sa stort, enormt, ja helt enkelt precis sa som man forvantat sig. Men halla, det har bara gatt en dag an, och arligt talat, i morgon vantar den trevligare delen av NY. Lower Manhattan med Brooklyn bridge, ground zero, Liberty Island och allt annat harligt som vi ska fa uppleva.

Saknar er alla som saknar oss. Puss i pannan pa vara familjer. Speciellt vara syskonbarn! Ses snart. Och hors har snart, om du orkar folja med oss.

And just a while ago, I woke up. Fully awake, nonetheless! I noticed, however, it was dark in the room, with no light shining under the curtains. So I glance at the clock, and it says: 5:18. Yay JETLAG!

I toss and turn

- The Notorious B.I.G., "I'm Wit Whateva"

All right, all right. So the lyrics above have nothing to do with what I'm about to write about right now. (The lines following it up are "Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn"), but I'm jet lagged the fuck out, yo. No amount of pot, hash, and / or masturbation can cure this shit. I should know, I did all three today, and I'm not proud of one of those things. What the fuck?

Still, though, it's not like I'm missing anything by not waking up in the morning. Kuwait is a big sand dune right now. The mornings are unbearable because the weather is so fucking shitty. Plus, there really isn't anything to do in the form of entertainment, and the fucking plug to my hard drive doesn't fit in the wall socket or the extension cord. Basically, all the TV shows and movies that were supposed to get me through the month, I can't watch, and I'm almost done with Soon I Will Be Invincible. So, basically, I'm fucked. (That is, of course, providing that the last "volume" of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay is as boring as the last one. However, I doubt that.)

What am I rambling on about again?

Oh, I know.

Damn, I miss Miami.

So I sat down to write a few lines on what to do to cope with it; I doubt there is any way to avoid it. A little later, I discovered that I had written a lot of stuff, and my wife Shirah suggested I post it here as others might find what I had written useful. Here is what I said:

There are several dimensions:

Mental/emotional:

· On the one hand, don’t make a big thing about it. A certain amount of reaction is unavoidable. Everyone has different reactions.

· Jet Lag can arrive as an overwhelming exhaustion (or other symptoms) that can be shocking and can provoke fear, etc. It is no big deal. Sleep, rest, food, exercise, and time cure it without fail.

· On the other hand, a certain amount of discipline in the following usually makes a big difference.

· Learn what your body does, embrace it, and dance with it.

· You can do some useful research by looking up “jet lag” on www.wikipedia.org.

Food and drink:

· No alcohol, no black coffee, no black tea, until you have mastered the domain. All three produce bad effects.

· Avoid sugar, sugary drinks, desserts, candy. They do the same as alcohol and coffee – dehydrate and screw around with the endocrine system that is struggling to catch up with what you are putting it through. Avoid soda drinks, including particularly “diet” drinks.

· Lots of water. I like sparkling mineral water in profusion. I start sipping water when I get on the plane and I keep drinking until I land. Planes are famous for dehydrating you, and hydration makes a big difference in keeping the body flexible with the changes you are putting it through.

· If you have a green tea that you like, take some tea bags with you. I carry a small thermos with me that I take through security empty and then fill with hot water in the terminal or on the plane, and make tea in it. I drink a liter or two of green tea every day when I am traveling.

· Eat good food before, during, and after flying. Salads, fresh veggies, proteins. Avoid carbos. No doughnuts, bread, croissants, bagels, etc.

Light:

· The most important “clue” that the body gets about where it is, and uses for coordinating the Circadian rhythms of the body (misalignment in that domain is what produces “jet lag”) is the sun.

· You can help the body to adjust to the changes in timezones by choosing carefully when you are in the dark and in the light. What you want to do is to instruct the body to adjust to the new location by showing it when it is night and when it is day. Use the windows in the airplane to do some of that. When you are flying in to the new location, keep the window coverings down while it is going to be night in the new location, even if it is light outside at the time, and then when the time of the new location’s dawn arrives, open the window and put your face into the bright sunlight for 10-15 minutes.

Rest and exercise:

· When you are tired, rest, or, if you can, nap, with one exception that I’ll state below.

· If you can do some serious exercise before going to the plane, that is good.

· When you have stopovers on the way, walk around the area where you are waiting for the plane to board.

· When you arrive, after getting to your hotel, go take a long walk. If you can’t do that, at least do some exercises in your hotel room. The exercise will help the body arrive to the new location.

· On the first day in the new location, if you are tired, take a nap, but set an alarm so that you get up after about an hour. Do NOT sleep 3-4 hours in the middle of the first day in the new location, or you’ll never get to sleep the first night there, and then you’ll be playing catchup for a while.

· On the first night in the new location, stay up late – even beyond your normal bedtime – and do things that will tire you out, so that you go to bed tired. Very often I wake very early the next day, and it is a lot better if you get a good night’s rest.

Medication:

· Many outlets carry a homeopathic remedy for jet lag, unsurprisingly named No Jet-Lag (this is the Amazon citation). It has very good effects for a lot of people. Buy enough for both legs of the trip and follow the instructions on the package.

· I carry Melatonin, and take it before bed with water to help regulate the body’s clock. I used to use the recommended doses of 2-3mg per night, but have recently found that 1/2mg – a smaller dose – is more effective. Trader Joes or any pharmacy will carry Melatonin.

· The body gets stressed on trips, and I am careful to take vitamin C, a multivitamin, and other supplements that I find helpful during the trip.

That's it.

Travel safe.

This photo is a good representation of how Leslie and I feel in these first several days in Bali. We're up at 3-4am, are wide awake, and end up sitting in our room (reading, writing, on the computer) until we can work out, or until breakfast starts. We watch frogs hopping across the deck, and into the pool. The stars shining like someone poked holes in black construction paper and shined a flashlight from the other side.

And always, the sound of the river keeping us company.

Two hours until breakfast.

Beim Kinderarzt war die Behandlung zum Glück zügig, die Kehlkopfentzündung hat sich bestätigt und ich weiß jetzt, dass man im Portugiesischen nicht "bellender Husten" sagt, sondern im Prinzip "Husten eines Hundes" sagt (tossi [richtig geschrieben?] de cachorro). Mit dem verschriebenen Hustensaft hat der kleine Mann den Flug ganz gut überstanden. Bei der Sicherheitskontrolle mussten wir tatsächlich das Rezept vorweisen, es wurde irgendwo nachgefragt, aber dann war es ok.

Überhaupt die Sicherheitskontrolle war dieses Mal ein wenig "anders": Weil ich während der Sicherheitskontrolle feststellte, dass der kleine Mann sich vollkommen eingesch... hatte. Und ich hatte lediglich eine Wechselgarnitur eingesteckt... Und die Windeln mussten in kürzer als von mir angenommenen Abständen gewechselt werden, aber die doppelte Ration im Handgepäck hat dann zum Glück doch ausgereicht, so gerade. So betrachtet war der Flug der bisher unangenehmste. Obwohl einer von uns bislang noch kurz vor jedem Flug eine Erkältung bekommen hat; bevorzugt der kleine Mann.

Geschlafen hat der kleine Mann auf dem Flug zwar nicht so schön wie sonst gewohnt - er ist jetzt ja auch schon wieder ein halbes Jahr älter als auf dem letzten Langstreckenflug - aber er hat definitiv mehr und anscheinend besser geschlafen als wir.

Auf diesem Flug hat sich der große Mann mehr um ihn gekümmert und am Schlechtesten von uns allen geschlafen, weil er den kleinen Mann ständig wieder nach oben auf dessen Sitz gezuppelt hat (zwar war der durch die blöde Liegeposition noch gar nicht wach geworden, aber es sah wohl super unbequem aus).

Gestern war dann für uns wirklich anstrengend, denn nach dem Inlandsflug näher an uns erstes Ziel heran, mussten wir auch noch eine Strecke mit dem Wagen zurücklegen und für Freitags früher nachmittag gab es erstaunlich viel Stau auf unserer Strecke. Der kleine Mann hat aber sowohl den Inlandsflug als auch die meiste Zeit im Auto verpennt.

Abends war er dann erst auch noch ungewöhnlich fit, aber nach einer Runde durch´s Dorf und auf einen Spielplatz war er doch schnell wieder ko und ging schon gegen 21h ganz schlafen.

Heute haben wir wirklich schon viel unternommen und einen schönen Tag bei angenehm sonnig kühlen Temperaturen verbracht. Der kleine Mann nach mehr als zwölf Stunden Schlaf, der große Mann nach um die neun Stunden Schlaf und ich nach keiner Ahnung wie vielen Stunden, denn ich lag des Nachts mal längere Zeit wach.

Auch jetzt bin ich noch mitten im Jetlag. Der große Mann ist soeben ins Bett gegangen, der kleine Mann auch erst nach Mitternacht und ist erst nach ein Uhr eingeschlafen, also nur eine Stunde eher als in Sao Paulo üblich. Und ich sitze jetzt hier einsam am Rechner und nutze die Zeit für diesen ersten kleinen Bericht. Nach gestern und heute morgen quälenden Kopfschmerzen, die sich aber erfolgreich mit Tabletten vertreiben ließen, kratzt es mir jetzt auch im Hals und ich würde mich eigentlich sehr gerne ausschlafen und die Halsschmerzen im Keim wegschlafen, aber es klappt nicht. So gegen 21h hätte ich vielleicht schlafen gekonnt, aber dann hätte ich vermutlich wieder nicht die ganze Nacht durchgeschlafen...

Morgen geht es dann zur nächsten "Station" auf unserem Deutschlandbesuch. Dafür müssen wir wahrscheinlich wieder an die drei Stunden im Auto sitzen. Ich bin mal gespannt, wie fit ich dann bin, wenn ich jetzt immer noch nicht schlafen kann. Los soll es nämlich schon am Vormittag gehen.

"This is the beginning of something really big. But right now, I gotta go."

K.Pho: I'm I really quoting Garden State?
LJ (Livejournal): Yea, you are.
K.Pho: Shit son.
LJ:... yea you're pretty much a Loser now.

I leave in about 3 1/2 hours, and not by any means has it fully hit me that I'm not going to be in Chelmsford this time tomorrow. Let alone Chelmsford, I won't even be on the same continent. This is intense.

I haven't really updated on much lately, but lets say I've been so busy working and enjoying recent developments in my life that leaving for London right now just hasn't really seemed like anything big. I think going to London is the beginning of something really big, but as of my life in Chelmsford, there have been some new beginnings that have great promise. I've decided that I'll just look at it as something really great to look forward too. I know I'll have a great time in London, and it's not like anything is leaving for good before I come back.

The last couple weeks have been a blur, and I can't believe after months of waiting to leave, I feel like I'm not ready. I was more excited to leave for London while I was still at school, but now that the time has come it's not exactly the first thing on my mind. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to leave and to be honest, I guess it is actually starting to sink in that I am leaving. It's going to be exciting and something new. There are just somethings in the States that I'm not sad about leaving, and that I'm really going to miss.

This is the beginning of something really big this summer, but for the most part I feel like there is an overall beginning to a lot of more big things to come in my life.

I already feel wicked tired, and I think that might be a good thing so it'll be easier to sleep on the plane ride there. I'm just worried about getting hit with jetlag. I'm usually a fighter when it comes to lack of sleep and such, so hopefully I'll be okay. Supposedly, if you drink a lot of water it will help with the jetlag, so I'm starting to chug down the H2O, like whoa. Let's hope for the best.
I finished packing all my stuff, and I'm not going to lie, I hit it close when it comes to the weight constraints on my baggage. I guess worst comes to worst I'll just chuck all the stuff I don't need to bring back with me from London so I can hopefully bring back all the neat British things.

I suppose posting some goals for this trip would be a "positive" thing to do, and will make the overall experience more promising.

- Meet new people (hopefully some hott Brits :-p)
- Gain a more "worldly perspective"
- Learn some cool shiznit about Graphic Design and Media, and revive the reason why I'm majoring in it.
- See the major sites.
- Try new things, duh.
- Challenge myself to see if I can be independent in a different country.
- Exploring more of Europe.
- Have fun.
- Not die.
- O.M.G.'s get like wicked crunked and hook up with random guys, like whoa. (Just kidddddiiiing)

It's a pretty generic list, but I'm sure I'll add onto it, and hopefully gain a lot more then that.

So I hope everyone keeps in touch, and I'm going to be an advocate for Skype and tell everyone to download it if you have a webcam. It's free chatting and video chatting, sooo it's definitely cheaper then long distant phone calls. My Skype screen name is KPho012, if you do have it def. let me know! If anyone still needs my contact information please let me know, I will also be posting my address as soon as I find out what it is.

Panda Water,
K.Pho

you never know until you know

Way to make yourself look like a giant toolbag, Omar.

Nennen had traveled from Ozamiz (where she's studying to be a nurse) to be home for Aay's visit. She was able to persuade her doctor to issue a medical certificate so she could be excused from her classes for this long weekend. And I did my part by filing a one-day leave from work for Friday and a palit-araw for Saturday (which I worked for last Monday, supposed to be a holiday for the Independence Day), plus a change of work schedule on Monday so I could drive Aay to the airport for her Monday afternoon flight back to Manila.

At 8:05 am, I got a text message from Aay saying she was here! Huh? Nennen was just out from the
shower and so we scrambled to get to the airport so Aay didn't need to wait long. As we got there, the porter she hired already had her suitcases in tow, so without parking, we just breezed through the airport after her baggage were loaded in the car. The three youngest sisters of the Maghanoy brood were together once again!

First stop, Jollibee for some hot drinks and a taste of their beef tapa. Next, we asked just about anybody on the street where "Bismark" was, so we could have a couple of nameplates made. Seemed like nobody was familiar with the shop... One guy directed us to Opsimas, but since Bismark was "more known" for nameplates, we proceeded to San Juan St, where the same guy said it was located. Near the west end of San Juan, we saw it - Bestmark!  No wonder...

And then we went home to have Aay do some unpacking of pasalubongs: bags, polo shirts, underwear, lotions, homemade blings featuring Swarovski beads (gifts from Ate Mayoke, who's very talented in making jewelry), etc. And there were the letters from Mommy, Daddy, and Ate Mayoke... made me sniffle. Christmas in June!

And then it was time to pick up Matt and Tyke. Their dismissal time was 10:30 and they had to be at the gym by 1:00 pm for their acquaitance party. They had plenty of time to change clothes at home, and it was on to lunch. Don Atilano had just the ambience we were looking for: great view of the sea, cool air conditioning, and Pinoy cuisine! Best of all, the place was empty save for these three sisters and two brothers celebrating a small family reunion. After lunch, when the boys were at their party and nennen had a personal errand, I got some alone time with the baby sister... Hahaha! or so I thought! It was just like I was alone. Because jet lag caught up with her. And so she spent the afternoon doing what she does best... SLEEP! And my, it was only the start! Of course she got up so we could have dinner out. But whenever we were just at home, she was in her favorite spot - the sofa! She reminded us "Ingon ani man jud ko, di ba?" And so she is. Aay, the sleepyhead. This girl really is Aay. :)

Bien, esta resulta ser la cuarta entrega de estos diarios de la Florida, que empieza por agradeceros vuestras muestras de apoyo, contestaciones, saludos, etc. Hacéis mucho mas fácil el estar por aquí, perdido en el trasero del universo, así que ¡muchas gracias! (joer, no veas lo que me ha costado encontrar el dichoso símbolo "¡" )

Hoy no tengo nada en especial que contar. Todavía sigo con el horario español metido en la cabeza, una suerte de jet lag extendido (y sumado a mi tendencia de dormir cual marmota). El caso es que llegan las 7 o las 8 de la tarde aquí en la Florida, y estoy en casa sin na que hacer, que me entra una soñajera y me voy a dormir. Y claro, luego a las 5 o las 6 de la mañana como que me despierto, y aunque podría seguir durmiendo (yo, si me pongo a ello hiberno), pues me entran como ganas de aprovechar el día, ya ves tu.

El problema es que el primer autobús no llega a la universidad hasta las 7:40, o así. Y en cualquier caso, resulta que El Kopri no llega hasta las 9 o 9 y media (afortunadamente, podría haber sido peor: la tercera vez que he subido a buscarle le he preguntado a uno que debe estar de becario/secretario y me ha dicho "macho, pa mi que no se le suele ver el pelo hasta las 10 o las 11"... (en ingles, eso si, esto es una traducción freestyle, pero precisa en forma y fondo)), con lo cual esta mañana he aprovechado para contestar correos (gracias una vez mas), y empezar a escribir este mail.

Y eso es todo de momento, he salido de reunirme con el hace un rato, ya me ha dado cuatro kilos de papel de leer pa que me vaya entreteniendo, y a ello voy a volver.

Que tengan una buena tarde noche, y ya de paso buen día y tal. (obsérvese que ya se me están agarrando los modismos sudamericanos, cosa de platicar el castellano solo con colombianos y otros latinos de por acá ;)

Besos y abrazos

Fernando

I found out it's confusing to spend a day or 2 in 3 different time zones within a short period of time.

Arriving in Minneapolis, second time zone

Caffeine intake should be reduced as well. I made the mistake of drinking too much to stay up late to catch up with local people. I'm now paying the price. But, this yuck feeling can be minimized by drinking lots of water and avoiding caffeine at all cost for the next day or so.

Plan your schedules ahead of time in different zones and you'll be fine.

Happy travel!

Space rocks? Yes please!

In other news, I think I'm finally over my jetlag. I woke up at midnight to eat dinner because I fell asleep early, but I was able to get more snoozies in from 2am to 5am so I'm all good!

A couple funnies for the day..

I hate it when this happens! Commander Riker, I feel your pain. //Salute

For some reason, Segways piss me off. I don't know why, maybe it's their "I'm all high and mighty" look. I can deal with bicycles, tricycles, those single wheeled cycle thingys, and even heelys, but it's just something about Segways that make me want to Hulk punch their faces in. This video was so satisfying. Too bad it wasn't the one doing the stupid dance that fell. Not sure if it's fake or not. The camera seemed to zoom in right before she fell, so, you be the judge. Fake or not, it's very satisfying. :)

I recently bought a couple of albums. One of which was Paramore's "Riot!" album. I listened to a couple of songs in pimptastic's car and they weren't bad, so what the hell. The album is O.K., I haven't had enough time to listen to all of the songs thoroughly, but some songs stick out. I really like the melody of the song ,"Hallelujah".

I'm a sucker for female vocalists...

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I recently had to replace the power supply of my computer. My mom blew it up or something while I was gone. No big deal, I replace the power supply and all is good right? WRONG. The power surge corrupted some files in my boot drive which made it all wacky. I spent all night/morning yesterday/today reformatting and fiddling with stuff. With the help of my jetlag and a crap ton of caffeine, I prevailed! My pc is now fixed with minimal data loss. Oh, and she is looking hawter than ever.

Yes, my computer turns me on. Leave me alone.

Summer courses start in a couple of days. I'm not very enthused. It wouldn't be so bad if it was a comp. sci. course, but it's not. I'm taking a biology course to fulfill requirements. My best bet is to hope for some "distractions" in class. All of the aesthetically pleasing ones seem to be biology majors so..

Gamingwise, I recently purchased Mass Effect on the PC. No 360 here so I suffered the wait. 6 hours in, I'm liking it. Bioware delivers as usual. The action oriented RPG was a huge hit when it came out on 360, and I can't wait for the sequels to come out. It's a great sci-fi franchise. Like spaceships,aliens, and space marines? Definitely pick it up.

Still not tired.. hate my body.

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Of course, 2:30 PM is really 3:00 AM New Delhi time. And so, eight hours later, I'm back on the wrong track. I had worked hard to push myself to stay up until nightfall. Or at least until the evening. But now it is 11 PM, and I have just crawled out of bed. Eight hours later.

We can fly halfway around the world in 20 hours, but the physical body takes longer to let go of a place. Mine continues to cling to the time zone I used to know.

But my body also appears to be a bit confused. Because after sleeping from 3 AM to 11 AM New Delhi time, it is now 11 PM California time. And I'm sleepy again. Yawn.