Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Reading the Paper

One of my favorite things about being at school is that I can get a free New York Times every weekday. I like different special sections, my favorites being the Sunday magazine section that inevitably gets stolen from the library before I get to it, the food section, and the science section. Really though, I enjoy talking about the articles almost more than reading them. I always find something that someone I know would find interesting, and I like casually bringing it into conversation, or alternatively, excitedly blurting it out the next time I see the person. "Clarence! the cover story for the food section made me think of you! It's all about big parties of men eating beef and drinking beer!" This never elicits the response I want, which would either be having the person ask me to summarize or send them the article, or for them to exclaim in wonder at my intellectual-ness, reading the paper every day. Not that I'm able to, most people here could read the paper if they had to, but that I seek out knowledge even outside the classroom. They should at least submit to my conversation leads, but no, they would rather sit in silence than hear about the great article on online dating site's secret algorithms I just read. Their loss I guess.
The article on beefsteaks was a good one, it made me hungry, which the food section is usually good for. We don't have very much red meat here, and when we do it's cooked until it's dry and shoe leather-y. There was also a good sounding pie recipe, but I can't see myself baking a pie in the dorm kitchenette. It's a shame, I'd like to bring something to the Outing Club dinner on Friday, but I guess I'll just give money.
I went to the gym with girls rugby least night. It was fun, but I felt sort of awkward, not really knowing what to do at the gym. I sort of followed Alex around bleating pathetically, asking her how to work various weight-lifting mechanisms. I think I got the hang of it though, and I'm going again tonight. It seems like a good habit to get into, especially when you take into consideration how many extremely muscle-bound guys there are at the gym. Some of them have gone overboard and no longer have necks, but some are still human looking and attractive.


Bill said...

I've always wanted to go to a beefsteak. And I will make that pie when you are next in Buffalo.

Emily said...

Holy wow, I want that pie.