Saturday, March 17, 2007

Yearnings during Snow Storm




We had a snow storm again in Bethlehem today. What stark contrast from sunny California where I was at a few days ago. How ironic that us Pennsylvanians are still having winter even after 'Spring' Break!

I look out of the attic window; my X-Wing Fighter (the car) is engulfed in snow (I shiver at the thought of shovelling inches of hard ice and snow the next day). I'm stuck at home feeling cold and miserable, trying to finish up endless assignments. I hope I don't come down with gastric flu like last week and that the allergies and cold rash will not revisit.

The winter is perfect for reflections... my mind drifts away to Shakespeare's Twelfth Night:

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek.
She pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

... how I long to be in my beloved's arms and dreams but my yearnings to be at 25 Shattuck Street (via Longwood Avenue) are stronger...

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

San Francisco in March




Californian smiles




I spent my Spring Break in San Francisco attending the Fulbright Enrichment Seminar. I made new friends with fellow Fulbrighters from all over the world as well as rekindled ties with old friends and relatives from the West Coast.

... warm smiles, kind hearts and intellectual conversations ...

... thank you for the memories ...

The Grand Canyon





God's creations are truly magnificent... Subhanallah!

The Strip @ Las Vegas, Nevada




Did I meet Grisham & his CSI team? Unfortunately not... but the Strip is really fascinating... the beautiful buildings and grand hotels lit up the Nevada Desert. Ahh... I relived Paris and the Pyramids once again.

For the jackpots/slots ignoramus like me, well, apparently coins don't just drop out of those machines... all winnings are printed on paper only to be exchanged at the cashier... Looks like technology has robbed the not-so-high-rollers of the thrill of listening to coins clanking on metal plates...