Mmmm

I have ALWAYS wanted to eat Ayn Rand alive. Since she is dead, this is the next best thing:



Food options aside, and the prevalence of overly hip hipsters, the place is lovely to work. The music is well chosen, and soft enough to not block all thoughts from my mind. The voices are quiet, other than a guy asking all his companions if they were Christian. I think that because it a used-book store, it has that library air that keeps the hip hushed. And such comfy chairs and warm light. I had no troubles with the Internet, but Kristiaan did. Try to spot him swearing at his computer below.


To complete the hipster ambiance it has an old typewriter:


I typed my Dutch lesson over and over on it:

Dishes

I borrowed Shrestha's camera (mine has undergone a nervous breakdown) while she was doing the dishes. This picture came out OK:

Resolution

Yet again, I resolve to write SOMETHING in my blog. Unfortunately, the self-seriousness needed to write a blog, about ME, is likely to keep my dear friends laughing for a decade. Why do I even try?

Because I have an unfortunate birthdate. At 25, I am young enough to yearn after the exhibitionistic lifestyle of the Facebook generation. Simultaneously, I am old enough to remember the concept of privacy, and hence hate Facebook. So I seek a non-Facebook route to flaunting my select inner thoughts.

If you are reading this, and you actually know me, you know I am very long-winded, and tell long stories about important topics such as my toenail. To spare my colleagues and friends, I will write (instead of speak) these hard-hitting stories.