And now for something completely different

Last night I couldn’t sleep (partially cause I have kept sleeping around 4 am and last night I tried around 10pm) and in half-drowsy stupor, I came up with an idea for a web start-up. The scale of the project seems too immense, but I am talking to a couple of web programmers/domain-holders to see what we can do.

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So yesterday, I was hanging out with Yekki and Menglin and we arrived on a bet. Well the pretext was a couple of bets we had made earlier. At Starbucks, Menglin and I saw this Asian man drive up in a new Corolla and wait in line. A few minutes later, another Asian man drove up in a new Corolla of a different color and he got in line at Starbucks. For some reason I decided that they probably knew each other and at the very least would sit together. Menglin, challenging my skills of sociology, bet that they wouldn’t. Whoever lost had to treat the winner to Starbucks.

Turns out they did know each other and sat down outside, right next to us – and of course they had to smoke their Chinese cigarettes. Menglin told me how to say cigarettes are bad for you in Chinese, I said it very loudly, and we left.

So yesterday, we bet on the *futbol* game yesterday between Spain and Germany. I bet on Spain to win – and Menglin bet on Germany, being the Nazi that he is. And the wager was that the other would have to go skinny dipping in front of some audience, but then I realized I really don’t want to see him naked.

So then the bet between me, Yekki, and Menglin takes place next Sunday at the Galleria – we all have to get a number from someone in whatever capacity, cannot mention the bet, and cannot get it from someone we already know. The last person to get a number has to walk around a store on a crowded day with a sign of the winners’ choosing. The problem is, guys are more likely to give girls their number than girls are likely to give guys their number.

So I’m thinking she’d have to get a number from the Abercrombie model - or from any girl…

Whatever the case, we’re going to record each person’s attempts and put it on youtube, and of course on this blog. Maybe one of the punishments would be to pay for gas, cause it is so damn expensive…damn leftists.

Pol.i.tical Games

I’ve learned a little bit more from yesterday. Yesterday I might have said something too personal that I couldn’t say plainly, so it sounded tedious. Sorry.

So the latest thing in my mind is Bobby Jindal – what an extraordinary guy. As the governor of Louisiana, he runs on ethics and Republican standards and is heralded as having a stellar political career (and he’s only 37). And he is making huge strides in Louisiana despite the setbacks “levied” on to him early in his career.

Republicans around the nation are giving him the thumbs up to be McCain’s VP and true to form, McCain has invited Jindal over and they’ve compensated for each other’s faults by pandering to constituencies in black neighborhoods, rich neighborhoods, etc.

I just don’t know if I want Jindal to be associated with McCain in 2008 when the Democratic backlash is so huge. Plus there was a statistic that if Romney was McCain’s VP the public vote would be 59% in McCain’s favor. But then again, if McCain loses, no losing VP has ever come back to win the presidential election since 1920.

I think Jindal can be a legitimate presidential candidate in 2012, provided he keep away from McCain – unless his counter-personality can topple Obama.

What do you think?

Nascence

What has passed has not been simply an experience, but cynically, it has been a war of attrition. The years that fed into high school – middle school, elementary, daycare centers – all the sights and sounds that have caused me to feel dysfunctional at the slightest mistake or unsettling event have been the hardest to overcome in high school. So that awkward conversation in the hall, a teacher’s reproach, someone’s disdain – or even the leaps to false conclusions really threw my feelings out of whack.

But it’s been fun:

The volatility, the irrationality, and the spontaneity have been great. Can I highlight?

9th Grade: Ambition, and a middle school success high. I made a fool out of myself, and a shame since that’s how that class will remember me. Highlights: Indian dancing, random tests/quizzes, “Comrade” (and speeches too good to not be canned), social suppression, and premature introspection.

10th Grade: New high school – freedom? Dress code, harder classes (APWHIST), and thoughts about epiphanies – not fully developed then and not now either.

11th Grade: English with Seward was the best, people were nice, and recovering from a weird (in the loosest definition of the word) relationship. Pervasive debate culture.

12th Grade: Activities start snapping into place, a hierarchy of motivation and ideals start to emerge, and I gain a lot of good friends. This was how high school should have been in the past – people gifted with charisma take it for granted. And what’s growth without a vanity search (yes, I am the only Steven Maheshwary) with a side order of self-importance?

Hahaha, those highlights started devolving into generalizations. (oh well, I guess it is parallel to my development).

The point of this post is nascence – the event of birth – a chance to finalize my being as steadfastly awesome. And by awesome I mean charismatic, ambitious, and (as this induction into the blogosphere suggests) my-own-mousetrap-builder.

Harvard. Oh yes. The immigrant parent dream, and the dutiful son’s obligation. On April 1st, my mother shed the truest tears of accumulated motherhood – a hope not gone anticlimactic on a son seen to be awry. And my father, in the conflict of judging his son (like I said, there was dysfunctionality, awwww look a nudist soul) said, “good job.”

What can I say? I will smile, accept your congratulations, and will not premeditate a personality. That is my nascence – a reflection, an introspection, and pushing an epiphany from eureka to practice.

Thanks for reading this, and if you guys have anything you want me to talk about, let me know – above all, COMMENT!