What if.
A life of what ifs, ands, or buts
Friday, September 23, 2011
What if I had super powers?
I have know for a long time what super power I wanted to have.
It all started with a little game. "If you could pick three people, dead or alive, who would you invite to dinner?" Instantly my mind starting swimming with possibilities of who I would like to invite: Lincoln? Gandhi? Marie Antoinette? Henry VIII? My grandmother? Genghis Khan? I mean the list goes on and on. I could never pick just three. I would need one of those 20 person dinner tables to fit the first group of dinner guests...who knows how many groups there would be?
So then I realized "hmmmm if I could have a super power it would be the ability to go back in time." It seemed perfect! Then I could go back and visit and chat with all the people in world's history.
Then I saw the movie Timeline. It was a cheesy movie staring Gerard Butler (who is not cheesy). Basically its about some archaeology students who need to go back in time to 14th century France to save there professor who gets trapped in the past (that was probably a gross oversimplification of the movie). But it made me realize all the trouble that goes into traveling in the past. First off, if you are black and end up in 19th Century Georgia on a Plantation, and you want to meet a rich white Southern gentleman, well your going to encounter some problems. And what about language barriers? If I want to meet with Genghis Khan, we should probably be able to communicate.
Even the big bang theory talks about the troubles of time travel. Sheldon states that one cannot move through space, only time. So if I am currently in Boston, and I want to go back to 15th century France, I simply can't. I'll only end up going back to 15th century Boston. So that's a total bummer.
Basically, I spend a lot of time thinking about this, but I'll never do anything to get one step closer to being able to do it. I'll leave that up to the people like Sheldon Cooper.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
What if I couldn't live in Boston?
I have a strange love affair with Boston.
It's the perfect big little city. I can all over it, and yet its always here for me.
I hate the train, i hate the weather, i hate wind. I swear the moment I do my hair, its ruined by the intense breeze that comes off the water. I swear the moment I buy new shoes and I wear them outside its starts to rain, snow, or sleet. I think i have perfectly timed my train ride to get from point a to point b in exactly 20 mins. Instead the train decides to standby at kenmore or go express so i have to get off and wait for the next train.
and yet i keep coming back.
I love the diversity, I love how old this city is (at least in america) and yet i love how this city seems to always be young at heart. Want Italian? Want Indian? Want Mongolian? Want Haggis? Want fake meat made chinese style? Want indie market with homemade apple cider, muhammara, pesto? I swear Boston has got it all. For the past two years I got to live in the Brownstones at Boston University on Bay State Road. The original Boston Brahmins lived in those houses... does it get any more authentic than that?
This was the first big city I have ever lived in. I thought I would be overwhelmed, scared, and lost in the big city. But i was wrong. I grew as a person here, got the opportunity to find myself here. I discovered the Museum of Fine Arts, recently i discovered the SOWA Market, I discovered anthropology, I discovered United Planet, I discovered the Fluff Festival, I discovered Kal Penn in the student Union at Boston University while having a casual afternoon lunch with two of my best friends...this is a never ending list, and Ive only been here for four years! Imagine what I could see, eat, taste, feel, and find in the next decade? this is a city that never stops giving.
I felt like I had to write this post. In the winter, there can be several times when I curse the day I decided to come to Boston. But in retrospect, this city has given a lot to me and hopefully i gave a lot back. I could keep writing and writing and writing, but I think ive made my point.
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