Some Observations

My house is temporarily in a state of turmoil, owning to the renovation about to occur. One of these changes is the colors of our walls, and our family has spent many dinners sitting around the various color strips, pining over the wall paint. It was during one of these discussions that my father and I came to some surprising conclusions. My sister, of course, chose the pinkest colors she could grab from the shelves, while my dad and I stuck to the blues and greens. And then the chain of conversation began:

I've noticed that stereotypically, girls like pink, and Boys are drawn to colors such as Blue and Green. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's just accidental, and totally random, or maybe it's what society has created for us. If it is indeed the latter, where did it all begin? In early primitive life the women were forced to stay at home and tend to the young, while the men went out to hunt and gather. And so the men were involved in the green colors of the wildlife and blue of the seas by which they fished. The women, on the other-hand, were deeply involved with the pink flesh of their newborn children, menstrual cycle, and such. But if indeed these colors have each evolved individually, unknown to society, then there is one assumption we can derive from the above information.

Men are actually from Venus,
And women are really from Mars.

Harry Potter and the...

I recieved my copy of Harry Potter while at camp, the Amazon package arriving at the end of the day though I had stayed up until midnight the previous night to celebrate the birth of a new installment to the Harry Potter saga. Yet, even with the copy secure in my hands, I knew I would not be safe, no matter how fast I read it, from the freaks who read the book in 42 minutes and 36.5 seconds and then would proceed to tell every living soul they came in contact with exactly what happened in the book. So I was left with no other option than to flee halfway across the state of Maine to hide in the seclusion of Baxter state park, and the base of the end of the Appalachian trial. Safely tucked behind a curtain of heavy rain in a wooden lean-to, I was able to read my book in uninterrupted bliss. It is against my beliefs to write anything down here that would reveal any aspect of the book to a future reader, but what I will say is this; HP VI was absolutely the best book in the series.

But then I returned to camp...

Where I was expecting to see the cheery faces of a hundred readers, I was confronted with gloom and despair. That was when the news reached me. Spoilers were afoot. I had underestimated the wildfire spread of ruination amongst the fans, and many readers had even lost the heart to read, claiming they knew what happened anyway, and turning in shame. Damn you spoilers! Why must you ruin the lives of so many children? Is there no end to the thirst in your souls? Are you forever cursed to sacrifice the happiness of others for your own insecurity? You bring disgrace to the entire reading nation.

I think it was too much to ask.

Needless to say, I am back! And, needless to say, Nicky did a fine job of not posting my posts. However, as soon as I retrieve my letters from the bowels of Nicky's apartment, I'll be able to back date and post my entry.

Apart from that, Camp was an exciting mix of failures and achievements, the greatest of which being my few interactions with the rarely spotted gender of the opposite nature. Sadly, it seemed, the only viable possibility had seem to have gone back in time a few years in both maturity and physicality.

Now once more immersed in this high tech and fast paced world that is New York City, I too have succumbed to long hours at night, encompassed by the warm glow of many monitors. It is finally time, I have decided, to write my return to the masses.