It's been a while since I posted last and in between, I've shuttled between projects, molecules and everything in between. The only typing I've been doing is on office chat and my code editor, and a few e-mails here and there. On all three, it's easy to get something down, you generally have and agenda and try to get your point across in the least amount of words possible. Here, faced with this blank document, I'm lost.
It's a weekend finally, decided to scrap work and get home before it was time to sleep. Right now I'm envying those lucky bastards that have official office timings in sync with US timings. Our office still officially sticks to the 9 to 5 but when you report to someone in the states and someone in Basel, you have to be prepared to wait late, really late, unless you're prepared to wait till the next day for e-mail replies.
Finally home, got my hands on my laptop after a week, shooed my roomates away, it must be about 30 degrees in my room right now, but I've got a freezing Bud and I don't care.
I bought myself a camera last Sunday, a nice shiny one with tons of dials, buttons and shit to play with, nice and expensive too. But who cares right, as long as you can swipe for it, it's affordable.
The only fuck-up is that I haven't gotten out of office before the sun goes down, so I haven't actually got around to playing with my new toy yet.
So apparently everyone in office thinks I'm a big boozer, today when I picked up my bag at eight, I walked out to a twenty one thumb-to-open-mouth salute. Sure! Well, yeah I do drink but I have cut down the last three weeks or rather weekends after one particular weekend when I got shitfaced and did a number of very stupid things.
Last weekend, I finally headed down to Charminar (see photo), Hyderabad's answer to Delhi's Qutub/Red fort/Chandini chowk/Mehrauli Fort/Humayun's tomb, well you get the picture. I loved the area, crowded and messy, full of shops-and-shit. Hyderabad is the perl-processing capital of the country, and this area is jammed with shops selling perls, so while in Rome, I bought mommy and grannie dearest some perl stuff, but they'll have to wait till the end of the month to lay their hands on it (with all the buying, you'd guess I have no clue there's a recession going on).
Speaking of the recession, well pharama is doing well so far and there's a standard joke that you hear on the floor, it goes something like this "well with people losing their jobs and the recession, people get tense and when they get tense and have to take XXXXXXXX (add peals of laughter to taste) (XXXXXX being one of our hypertension drugs)". Honestly dear reader this never fails to make me cringe. Stress and hypertension are two separate things, oh lord when will these statisticians ever learn.
It's a weekend finally, decided to scrap work and get home before it was time to sleep. Right now I'm envying those lucky bastards that have official office timings in sync with US timings. Our office still officially sticks to the 9 to 5 but when you report to someone in the states and someone in Basel, you have to be prepared to wait late, really late, unless you're prepared to wait till the next day for e-mail replies.
Finally home, got my hands on my laptop after a week, shooed my roomates away, it must be about 30 degrees in my room right now, but I've got a freezing Bud and I don't care.
I bought myself a camera last Sunday, a nice shiny one with tons of dials, buttons and shit to play with, nice and expensive too. But who cares right, as long as you can swipe for it, it's affordable.
The only fuck-up is that I haven't gotten out of office before the sun goes down, so I haven't actually got around to playing with my new toy yet.
So apparently everyone in office thinks I'm a big boozer, today when I picked up my bag at eight, I walked out to a twenty one thumb-to-open-mouth salute. Sure! Well, yeah I do drink but I have cut down the last three weeks or rather weekends after one particular weekend when I got shitfaced and did a number of very stupid things.
Last weekend, I finally headed down to Charminar (see photo), Hyderabad's answer to Delhi's Qutub/Red fort/Chandini chowk/Mehrauli Fort/Humayun's tomb, well you get the picture. I loved the area, crowded and messy, full of shops-and-shit. Hyderabad is the perl-processing capital of the country, and this area is jammed with shops selling perls, so while in Rome, I bought mommy and grannie dearest some perl stuff, but they'll have to wait till the end of the month to lay their hands on it (with all the buying, you'd guess I have no clue there's a recession going on).
Speaking of the recession, well pharama is doing well so far and there's a standard joke that you hear on the floor, it goes something like this "well with people losing their jobs and the recession, people get tense and when they get tense and have to take XXXXXXXX (add peals of laughter to taste) (XXXXXX being one of our hypertension drugs)". Honestly dear reader this never fails to make me cringe. Stress and hypertension are two separate things, oh lord when will these statisticians ever learn.
