Pedal Strike

TweetFor most of my life, all I ever wanted to be was a fashion designer. I ended up in law school instead. Yeah, long story which involves, among other things, my realization that I wasn’t talented enough, my eternal status as the less talented sibling, and sheer spinelessness and terror at taking a chance and […]

TweetAny delusions I may have had concerning that elusive concept of “free time” are slowly melting away. What I seem to be left with is a big, dirty, slushy mess of new deadlines, more work, days I’ll be “on call” in class, meetings, and that ever-persistent feeling of guilt I get when my nose isn’t […]

TweetHaving gotten my polo fix earlier this week, and today being a holiday, I was on the look-out for some weekend bike-related goodness. Thank God for Boldsprints! It was snowing as I left for Cambridge, and it felt like I was getting facial acupuncture as I pedaled. And then nature and gravity decided to show […]

TweetI love the anonymity of the internet. I can show people I have never met before what I’m doing, tell them what I’m thinking, and have a long trail of blog posts and pictures open for pretty much anyone with an internet connection to read/see. It’s like Facebook stalking taken to a creepier level. The […]

TweetWhen I was younger, I [irrationally?] feared having a squat, ugly nose [I’m Asian, so the fears might not have been completely irrational]. I remember trying to relate this concern to my mother, who suggested I keep a clothespin on my nose to “train” it to become pointy. She was joking, but I was five. […]