Wellington live

Returned to Wellington 2 days ago. Ah, so good to be back. Feeling relaxed and wriggly. Friends are good and comfortable, new ones returning every other day. Went swimming for real in the ocean today because it is 70 deg and swell out. Last time when me and Kris ventured out, we kinda stood around waist deep in the water, but this time I figured I could handle it. The sun on my skin is almost instantly elevating my mood, feels so good I can't bare (heh) to put sunscreen on. Ladies walking round the beach gathering shells and glass like I do almost compulsively, kiddies kayaking, The Cheat laying out on the deck with me, is this my life? Happy happy happy! My own bathroom with shower poof and dr. bronners, my own bed with happy blue sheets, my friends, my supermarket, my assclub. If a masseuse tried to touch me their hands would go through my back it's so relaxed. Vacation was great, exciting, but nothing beats home. This is my home! And now people are discussing leaving NZ and it makes me sad because this place really is paradise. San Francisco is exciting, eventful, but this place is like a comfortable nook. My roomates are contemplating moving if a better place comes up. It would be neat to be downtown, but the beach is finally getting nice so it would also be a great loss.

The MIT alumni travel association is having their annual trip in NZ. They'll be in Wellington on February 8th and have invited me and Francisco to dinner. I like free food. In the Bay area I probably wouldn't go, but anything familiar is comforting in so far flung a place.

Time to start thinking about the future again. Adventure and money are priorities right now. I just gotta stay focused and stop worrying so much, take it a week at a time, and everything will work out. Everyone and their brother are going back to school next year, inspires me to go back the year after. Fall 2008. If not grad school, then some other kind of schooling. Kicking ass aquisition.

Rudy Rucker sent Joe a free copy of his new book, Mathematicians in Love, as thank you for meeting up with him during his NZ travels. I'm reading it right now. I wish I understood math at all, but my perception of the world is very biological based and it's hard for me to think that way. Once, once, I saw the fractal pattern of the universe, infinite regressions on an I-don't-even-know-how-many-dimensions grid, but I was inhaling nos and forcing certain areas of my brain to have blood pumped through faster due to oxygen deprivation, so perhaps, well, who knows what the validity of the experience was.

Anywho, who cares, happy day cat day pat you on the back day, find a dollar pick it up, give it to who needs a buck.