Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, October 5, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Singapore
Sweaty, hot and happy... mini-reunion at ACL in Singapore. We wish the rest of you were here!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
at the very end of 2008...
a., s. and r. on the way to pick up y. at schipol airport. more news soon.
Monday, November 3, 2008
in Amsterdam
Dear gangsters,
Another partial Gang reunion has occurred! Rui and I met Reut in Amsterdam! First we met her at her place (a very nice and cozy one, I must say) and then we had lunch nearby. It is such a good feeling to see another member of the Gang and put the conversation up-to-date!
Reut suggested a New Year's Eve party at her place. Rui and I will be in the Netherlands by then. Who's in?... This is serious!
Love and miss you all,
Su
Another partial Gang reunion has occurred! Rui and I met Reut in Amsterdam! First we met her at her place (a very nice and cozy one, I must say) and then we had lunch nearby. It is such a good feeling to see another member of the Gang and put the conversation up-to-date!
Reut suggested a New Year's Eve party at her place. Rui and I will be in the Netherlands by then. Who's in?... This is serious!
Love and miss you all,
Su
Thursday, September 18, 2008
not gone or out.
Hello Everyone,
No I have not forgotten about you, my sweet friends. This has been a rough few months for me. Classes start back up next week so I'm ready finish up and make some money. That way I can come see all of you.
The summer got off to a good start until the end of June when my sister (who is also my roommate) was in a terrible horseback riding accident. She was riding along when the horse spooked, reared up and fell backwards on top of her! Alison shattered her pelvis in ten places and cracked the ball part at the top of the femur (thigh bone). She was had surgery and was in the hospital for two weeks. Afterwards she moved to a nursing home for eight weeks. She has come home and is now nearly back to normal. Now she can walk without crutches, drive her car, and ride her bike! (Though, as an older brother I was not happy about the bike riding.)
In the mean time, I have been trying to find a job. Which, it seems, is nearly impossible for people like me. Apparently, a lot of people are out of work...
Hope to hear from you all soon, my friends. I miss you all dearly.
-G
No I have not forgotten about you, my sweet friends. This has been a rough few months for me. Classes start back up next week so I'm ready finish up and make some money. That way I can come see all of you.
The summer got off to a good start until the end of June when my sister (who is also my roommate) was in a terrible horseback riding accident. She was riding along when the horse spooked, reared up and fell backwards on top of her! Alison shattered her pelvis in ten places and cracked the ball part at the top of the femur (thigh bone). She was had surgery and was in the hospital for two weeks. Afterwards she moved to a nursing home for eight weeks. She has come home and is now nearly back to normal. Now she can walk without crutches, drive her car, and ride her bike! (Though, as an older brother I was not happy about the bike riding.)
In the mean time, I have been trying to find a job. Which, it seems, is nearly impossible for people like me. Apparently, a lot of people are out of work...
Hope to hear from you all soon, my friends. I miss you all dearly.
-G
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
My Lisboa!
(this was long overdue.)
While everyone blogged about their adventures *in* Lisboa, mine started even before I got there (and not in a good way). It began with, of course, my usual conundrums of getting a visa, as I discovered there is no Portuguese embassy in Dhaka and in order to get a visa I would have to fly to Delhi. Let's just say that didn't suit my schedule. :) Now the way to circumvent that is to get a visa from any other of the schengen state embassies, namely dutch, french or italian. The italian is supposed to be the most lenient (don't know why), so I applied there (which involved heaps and heaps of paperwork) and waited with bated breath and crossed fingers. now that's only the visa, then began travel problems of getting flights and connections. if I get an italian visa then italy has to be my port of entry, and I couldn't get a connection to lisbon, at least not from Dhaka. and when I finally did get something online, the stupid site wouldn't accept my amercian credit card even though it's Visa. seriously, I was running across the strangest problems, and in the meantime driving all my friends (Bengali and Portuguese) up the wall with my travel planning and qualms therein. I'm actually so accustomed to traveling with every single detail planned out beforehand that this was a good experience for me. So with my halfbaked plans I finally flew on the 2nd of June (I think), and I actually had a presentation that morning, ran home, de-'saari'ed, grabbed my suitcase and passport and rushed to the airport. after a 7 hour layover in dubai and another 7 hour layover in milan, I finally FINALLY reached lisboa, and all my troubles and stress melted away to Ana's beautiful smile, her gorgeous apartment on rua do saco, Rui and Su's warm welcoming hugs, beautiful and unusual tiled architecture, vivid mirradouros, the amazing neighbourhood of alfama, a bright fuchsia bougainvillea tree, vintage trams that go up and down, the stunning view from rui and su's apartment, the amazingly steep staircases, church bells that won't let you lose track of time, ana's enchanting marionettes that hang over the doorway and lovely little stories, su's superb parking skills and a fabulous new haircut, rui forever in stripes, warm dinner with friends and yummy bacalhau à brás, the best port wine I've ever tasted, requejão with honey and groselha, decorating the patio for santa antonia, fado music wafting here and there, the most delicious grilled sardines with sangria on a warm afternoon, driving to and fro from expo(parque das nacões) and nearly losing Mac the Ripper (goodness) in rushing to the feira do livro, watching little pidgeons dunk their heads into the waterspouts at praça martim moniz, meeting an interesting painter at castelo são jorge whose boyfriend can speak Bengali, menus that start with fish items, fat fluffy cats sitting contentedly under every hedge or bush, beautiful red-roofed houses spread out at hitherto heights reflecting the funky terrain, the amazingly ornate terrreira do paço, exploring belém and visiting le corbusier's mesmerising exhibition, taking a wonderful nap on the sunlit grass in jardim gulbenkian, rushing to Sisimbra and then rushing back to cheer for Portugal and watch them win against turkey:), failing to read the map and getting lost only to find fellow bangladeshis and indians at every corner ready to help, sweet conversations with ana, a breathtaking half molten church, taking the train to Sintra to get lost in the grottoes and secret passages of Quinta da Regaleira, and my favourites - talking the night away with Ana, going to sleep in Rui and Su's place staring into the stars, and of course Pastéis de Belém. :) :) :)
While everyone blogged about their adventures *in* Lisboa, mine started even before I got there (and not in a good way). It began with, of course, my usual conundrums of getting a visa, as I discovered there is no Portuguese embassy in Dhaka and in order to get a visa I would have to fly to Delhi. Let's just say that didn't suit my schedule. :) Now the way to circumvent that is to get a visa from any other of the schengen state embassies, namely dutch, french or italian. The italian is supposed to be the most lenient (don't know why), so I applied there (which involved heaps and heaps of paperwork) and waited with bated breath and crossed fingers. now that's only the visa, then began travel problems of getting flights and connections. if I get an italian visa then italy has to be my port of entry, and I couldn't get a connection to lisbon, at least not from Dhaka. and when I finally did get something online, the stupid site wouldn't accept my amercian credit card even though it's Visa. seriously, I was running across the strangest problems, and in the meantime driving all my friends (Bengali and Portuguese) up the wall with my travel planning and qualms therein. I'm actually so accustomed to traveling with every single detail planned out beforehand that this was a good experience for me. So with my halfbaked plans I finally flew on the 2nd of June (I think), and I actually had a presentation that morning, ran home, de-'saari'ed, grabbed my suitcase and passport and rushed to the airport. after a 7 hour layover in dubai and another 7 hour layover in milan, I finally FINALLY reached lisboa, and all my troubles and stress melted away to Ana's beautiful smile, her gorgeous apartment on rua do saco, Rui and Su's warm welcoming hugs, beautiful and unusual tiled architecture, vivid mirradouros, the amazing neighbourhood of alfama, a bright fuchsia bougainvillea tree, vintage trams that go up and down, the stunning view from rui and su's apartment, the amazingly steep staircases, church bells that won't let you lose track of time, ana's enchanting marionettes that hang over the doorway and lovely little stories, su's superb parking skills and a fabulous new haircut, rui forever in stripes, warm dinner with friends and yummy bacalhau à brás, the best port wine I've ever tasted, requejão with honey and groselha, decorating the patio for santa antonia, fado music wafting here and there, the most delicious grilled sardines with sangria on a warm afternoon, driving to and fro from expo(parque das nacões) and nearly losing Mac the Ripper (goodness) in rushing to the feira do livro, watching little pidgeons dunk their heads into the waterspouts at praça martim moniz, meeting an interesting painter at castelo são jorge whose boyfriend can speak Bengali, menus that start with fish items, fat fluffy cats sitting contentedly under every hedge or bush, beautiful red-roofed houses spread out at hitherto heights reflecting the funky terrain, the amazingly ornate terrreira do paço, exploring belém and visiting le corbusier's mesmerising exhibition, taking a wonderful nap on the sunlit grass in jardim gulbenkian, rushing to Sisimbra and then rushing back to cheer for Portugal and watch them win against turkey:), failing to read the map and getting lost only to find fellow bangladeshis and indians at every corner ready to help, sweet conversations with ana, a breathtaking half molten church, taking the train to Sintra to get lost in the grottoes and secret passages of Quinta da Regaleira, and my favourites - talking the night away with Ana, going to sleep in Rui and Su's place staring into the stars, and of course Pastéis de Belém. :) :) :)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Gmail
Ever notice that people you sent emails to eons ago suddently appear on your contact list?
Well in the last 24 hours Dan Klein is on my buddy list.
He is ALWAYS online.
Well in the last 24 hours Dan Klein is on my buddy list.
He is ALWAYS online.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
You will never guess
who I just saw here in CogSci 2008:
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Monday, July 14, 2008
Happy Anniversary!! :)
It really has been a year since we met! I think I met Jette first and then Jonathan and Geoff and then Ana and then Rui & Su and Reut. It's joss that we're in touch and that some of us have also met up intermittently within this one year. Love you all. Beijinhos and lots of ador.
Friday, July 4, 2008
How about a 23 day conference-free adventure...
If all goes well in the coming months, then this is being labeled as "The World's Greatest Journey by Rail" where the journey begins in London and ends in Dhaka.
"An intrepid traveler will soon be able to leave London for Brussels, Cologne, Vienna, Bucharest, Istanbul, Tehran, Quetta, Lahore, Amritsar, Delhi and Calcutta before reaching the end of the line in Dhaka."
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