Dear MIT Sport TKD Blog,

So a little update about what I’ve been up to this summer, and I hope the rest of you can reciprocate here soon (as Omar, in the tradition of the Big Bad Wolf, says: “all the better to stalk you with!”). For those of you I’ve had the pleasure of having lunch with, you know I work at –

f***

f*** f*** F#$%

Sorry.

So, I’ve been using the f-word. A LOT (Omar, feel free to edit out that last part) *through no preference of my own*, I assure you. But really, since moving to Andover, where my parents now live, there is a broken screen somewhere in this god forsaken study that nobody can find out exactly where, because every night around 2 or 3 when I am typing away at my computer — again the slowest piece of primordial desktop crap you can find, or rather the MIT Tether dial up connection, even at this hour, going a zippy 50.6 Kbps. MIT has so spoiled me with wireless internet access, but I digress — and EVERY NIGHT the hugest frackin’ winged beetles, moths, little flitty insects are attracted to lamp near my desk.

Did I mention I don’t like bugs?

Do you know how disconcerting it is to be typing and trying (very hard) to say something intelligent when your brain is already half shot, and then there is this infernal, schizophrenic but even worse, sporadic and loud buzzing, no zapping, of wings against the walls near where you sit, and out of the corner of your eye, all you can see is this fleeting thing, some beetle with hard shiny wings beating against the light and throwing monstrous shadows on the walls. When it stops for a moment, it is enormous, black with a semi-elongated body, and all you want to do is to swat it or make it go away but you’re frozen because it’s so black and ugly and you have no idea where it’s going to fly next.

ZZZ. nothing. ZZZ. nothing.

there is a tapping sound as it repeatedly hits the hard bell of the lamp, then stops. crawls inside.

nothing. nothing.

you heave a sigh of relief (and I’m terrified of crawling bugs). But then it starts again.

ZZZ.

Then

Silence

And I don’t know when it will return. I already smooshed one tonight. Not sure if my nerves or karma could take another.

adios, good night. I think the story of my summer career development will have to wait for a, quite literally, more auspiciously sunny time. Like noon so that my usually low blood pressure doesn’t go through the roof.

And that’s definitely enough completely random blogging from me for now…

ZZZ

Shit, it’s back.

Now if you’ll actually excuse me…

Yours truly,

M

PS Please blog about your summer plans. We are all ears to hear them.