Katrina x 2, marriage proposals, and PhDs
* OK so I deleted my two previous posts because I think they sucked and other people did too- including chapter 1 of an unpublished novel manuscript which needs a lot of work. So in essence this is my first post on my first blog.
* Katrina, Katrina. Besides being a major female character in the aforementioned novel manuscript, she is the friggin’ hurricane that rocked through the South this week. Damn. My first thoughts earlier this week were, how are they going to prevent the looting? Because if I had a thieving mind and lived in New’Ollins, the first thing I would have done was weaponize my person, and go steal me some good shit. If I were a thief, I wasn’t leaving town: copless, home and business owners gone, stuff free for the taking. First stop: a good cajun restaurant where I could get me a phat Po’Boy sammach. Next stop: a Mercedes-Benz dealer. Me and Lorenzo would take the Benzo (SUV- holds more stuff) over to Circuit City or Best Buy- oh shit, can’t do that, too much water. So instead I’d swim to Circuit City or Best Buy…oh shit, how do we get the DVD player out? The XXX DVD collection will have to wait. Eff it, I’d camp out until the water level went down. People are doing a lot of damage out there. In any case I thought the government response has been poor… I work in the public sector and would like to think NYC would respond better to the lawlessness, the humanitarian crisis, the search and rescue. 9/11 taught us Yanks a few things the hard way. And I think the blackout shows that NYC won’t descend into lawlessness as easily as it would have in the 70’s…
* So my mom tells me she is starting to get inquiries about marriage proposals for me. Ah, it’s interesting to be a Konkani. She says that people aren’t as enticed when they find out that I "only have a Bachelor’s degree." The community is saturated with doctors, lawyers, engineers with Master’s degrees, etc. so I’m essentially chopped liver. In her own way my mom is trying to convince me that grad school is something I have to do immediately. She’s pulling out all the punches, alright. I would tell her to tell them all that I have a PhD- Pretty huge Dick- if only I had the Balls.
