Gaurav's Blog

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I suppose I might as well blog now, before life returns to the tedium of life as I've somehow gotten used to lately. It's been quite a week, not so much in an 'eye-opening' sort of way (although there's been some of that, too, but that's part of the whole what-to-do-in-life thing, which is a tougher nut to crack altogether), but more in a general I've-got-to-admit-it's-getting-better kind of way. Sorry if I'm not particularly understandable tonight; I'm dead sleepy. I am. But in a good way.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.

Oh, and I've suddenly fallen hopelessly in love with The Whitlams' cover of Bob Dylan's Tangled Up In Blue. That's the lyrics interspesed in this blog post. My life sometimes plays along to the music in my head, and that's the music in my head right now.

I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

In the last week, we managed to get the website up, roughly in time; TaxonDNA has been bumped up to 1.0, despite some issues with SequenceMatrix, and I've managed to overall (I think?) make up about half an hour or something on my timesheet. Which is nice. I'll probably be going back to lab tomorrow. Although I don't know, maybe I won't unless I can't come up with anything better to do. Or, hey, you know, maybe I will anyway - it'll be interesting, what with the last visit there and all.

She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.

But more important, I've been having interesting chats all over the place - over lunch, dinner and the internet; with friends and people I barely know, and about everything from heartbreak to plants to political maneuverings. And I've been thinking lots of my novel for NaNoWriMo, and it's slowly going from "corny" to "interesting" (where interesting is defined as something "I might like to read"). Can't wait for it to start - although I guess that's just an excuse, of course I could be writing something else or something. Sigh.

But me, I'm still on the road Headin' for another joint We always did feel the same, We just saw it from a different point of view, Tangled up in blue.

No, we didn't. But I'm happy now, and that's what matters.

This post was posted by Unknown at 11:19 pm