Our Housemasters got an adorable golden retriever puppy. Now Jessica is super hyper all the time, and the people in New House actually go visit the Housemasters. Mighty good ploy, I say.

Recently, I had this insane thought that maybe I should actually declare that second major in Economics. I mean, when you’re about 2 classes away anyway, you just feel like you should do it, even if it means you have to take 5 classes the final term of senior year. But, as luck would have it, all my classes have colluded to make scheduling an absolute nightmare.

In my panic after realising that I’ll only be able to take two full classes next term, I decided to postpone homework for while, go out for cheap bubble tea, and compose a rap song with Yasmin. And now, my Analysis is only half done, and I’m exhausted from talking on the phone until 3:30 am. You’d think I’d have learned by now. *sigh*

I’ve been trying to torture my data for some time now, with very little success, so I think I’m going to have to give up and try to just write my paper as it is. Whatever.

In the meanwhile, let’s talk about interracial couples, because apparently, that’s what everyone is talking about these days. My hero Nicholas Kristof wrote a piece on it today, and my childhood friend Dave wrote a piece about it Friday, so it must be a sign, right?

Maybe I’m just so surrounded by crazy men with Asian fetishes that I don’t even think about it much anymore. But apparently, there are still a number of people who are upset by trends of interracial dating, including Dave. Kristof quote a statistic that says 40% of Americans have dated members of another race. And to avoid the “Does race really exist?” argument, let me just say that, amongst members of our generation, I hope that figure is a bit higher.

Because honestly, why limit your chances at happiness?

Listening to:

Version 2.0 – Garbage
01 – Temptation Waits

After working for 4+ straight hours on the Macro problem set, stopping only for a Haagen Dazs dulce de leche break, I thought I’d goof off for a bit and read my one true love: The Economist. So here’s your excerpt of the day…

New Yorkers had a hunch, but now it is official: the US Census Bureau has declared New York the nation’s worst city for commuters. According to the bureau, commuters spend over 100 hours a year getting to work — the equivalent of about two weeks of holiday.

Isn’t that uplifting? Hey, but if you’re in i-banking, it’s only one week, so that makes it better, somehow? I mean, it makes my 20 minute commute to class every morning (from on campus, mind you) seem so much better. Everything’s relative, right?

Listening to:

Version 2.0 – Garbage
02 – I Think I’m Paranoid

God, I just took my Probability and Statistics exam this morning, and it was awful. I’m going to give myself the benefit of the doubt and assume that I got about 20% on the damned thing. But springtime is always better than the fall term, even if I’m failing like half of my classes with drop date behind me. Ugh. School.

Oh, for those of you interested in Mainland-Taiwan relations (Leslie, this is for you), the Economist put out a nice survey this past January, and you can read it from this link. There are 9 articles plus some audio, and I think the first article is open access. If you want to read the rest, email me, and I can “lend” you by online subscription username/password.