Like any good morning it started with seeing Sasha through fresh eyes as we both woke up early to jump start the day.
Of course there is no better way to kick start one's day than with a nice big breakfast at Sunny's Diner.
Once I had ate my fair share of delicious dark rye toast, over hard eggs with hot sauce and sausage, I made my way to my task for the day: Psychology lab studies. Yes my friend, I was selling myself for 6.5 hours that day for $100 and pizza so that the people at the big blue building in the sky could pick my brain and collect their data. I really should have been working, but $100 and free pizza was hard to dismiss.
I was running late for the "prompt 10am start" of the study, but I had to pause and enjoy the sight of the Stata and its crumpled colorful glory.
Oh Stata! What will your slanted confusion deliver us?! What genius lurks in your fantastic folds?!
Alas! My moment of genuflection had gone on too long. I entered the mouth of Stata's baby brother across the way: Building 46.
Once inside the monster's mouth, I was grabbed by men in white coats and subjected to horrors untellable to any decent person. Transcribing minute sound clips into their phonetic spellings for nearly 5 hours is enough for any man to lose his mind, but I am an MIT student! And with my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Powers I foiled my assailants and took pleasure in the painstaking detail of my task! Take that you formidable foes of psychoacoustics! Now where's my $100?
"That'll be sent to you in the next 4 to 6 weeks."
Damn you bureaucracy and your molasses-like speed and methods! I'll get you one day!
Finally released from my captors with a few extra pieces attached and some other ones missing, I paused to contemplate Frank Gehry's own obvious product of hallucination and I began to wonder what Ken Kesey government funded psychiatric hospital he frequented to pay his way through grad school.
But wait! Before I bade goodbye to the building in the sky I had to document my surroundings. They say this atrium was designed to promote interaction of psychologists, cognitive scientists, and neuroscientists. As you can see, it was very popular on this Sunday afternoon.
Approaching the windows to the left, I gazed out over the train tracks that split the building in two. Everyone thought it was such a clever idea to build over the train tracks. That's right! Don't box me in! I'll build whatever I want, wherever I want! Now I hear that the rumbling of the passing trains is trashing the results of the very delicate MRI equipment located in some of the labs here. Oh well...
Good bye great atrium! I wish you Godspeed in your facilitation of interaction in the Revolution of Brain and Cognitive Science sure to come!
On my way out I caught a glance of the main sign warning off invaders. I thought the piece of art to the right was telling: "Welcome to the Brain and Cognitive Sciences Department, If you have loose wires in your head, you've found the right place!"
The study's effects were wearing on me. I had to make a quick duck through MIT to find coffee. Time was running out! I needed caffeine!!!!
Damn it! Something interesting was on a light post as I attempted to rush by in the pursuit of that dark liqueur of life. Chromosome Two?!?! Ahhh... The Genome Trail! Like its own Oregon Trail, there is gold in these rivers of biotechnology waiting to be panned. Let's all rush to the frontier!
After locating an Au Bon Pain and injecting iced coffee directly into my veins, I sat in the afterglow of the moment, admiring the sunny dance of colors in Cambridge's Kendall Square.
Now that I was rejuvenated I could explore! Wandering towards Boston-side, I happened upon an old friend of mine named "Galaxy". Ah, the wonderful conversations I've had by this fountain! Thank you fountain, but I must be on my way!
I began to cross Longfellow bridge in eager anticipation of the wonderful sights in the middle of its mighty span. Rusted green decor of European persuasion, guide me to your center!
The sights are too beautiful and too numerous. I must take pictures! Boats! Water! Boston! How I love thee!
I kept snapping photo upon photo. Aha! Take that world, as I steal your beauty with my lens! I continued to rush to the center of the bridge and finally framed what was to be the photo of the day. "Change Battery Pack" greeted me on the large LCD and I started to cry. Damn you Lithium Ion batteries! If only I had brought my battery grip! Sigh...
I quickly counseled myself, because I knew I had friends waiting for me at home (and new batteries). Hello Emerson dear! Good Evening, Hatcher Honey! Did the toilet paper keep you warm while I was gone? Hatcher, did you drink the rest of my coke?!?
The sun was setting and I decided that my camera could capture drapery better than I could draw.
Oh glorious, industrial Cambridge! Your sunsets mock the apocalyptic skies of Hiroshima!
If only your crime rate weren't so high and your construction so loud...
My day was done and bed awaited my tired body and probed mind. But before I embarked on that evening's study of oneirology (the study of dreams), I had to prepare for my night with a little bedtime story. I began to read immediately "Once upon a time there was a CW complex that...", but my eyes became heavy and there was no more story to tell of the three day weekend from a week of hell.
3 comments:
wow you've really lost it this time... :-D
A wonderful day!
Thanks guys! I made some changes and corrected some mistakes. I still really want to shift between past and present voices, and I think this version is a little better at compromising. Give it another read and tell me what you think!
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