People often complain to me that I don’t update this blog enough.  Considering I haven’t posted anything since last November, this is most likely a fair complaint.  After some long, extended soul searching, and an emotional montage with lots of grainy black-and-white closeups of my face looking “deep”, I’ve decided to just try and write more.  The average quality of my posts might go down, but allow me to simply try to alleviate this dry spell.  My insatiable obsession with perfection shall restrain me no more!

I should deliberately make a mistake to help the process.  Maybe some typo, or unforgivable grammatical sin that would have, in high school, cost me an entire letter grade on an essay.

Its as easy as this.

Would anyone believe if I told them that writing that sentence almost caused me physical pain?  It was worth it though: the bondage of grammatical perfection, relevant content, and post length shall haunt me no more!

So after about nine months of trial and tribulation, my first year at MIT has been vanquished. I’d be lying if I said it was easy, but I’ll skip the cliché and spare you all the reasons why it was hard.

I’ll probably have more to write later; I’d like to resuscitate this blog over the coming summer, and probably consolidate it with my LiveJournal as well.

I was thinking yesterday of things I could write about in my blog, and a lot of them seemed really interesting and amusing, the sorts of things that people tend to want to read about. Of course, they were almost all anecdotes from my personal life, or just random oddities that I had stumbled over. So how could I possibly write about them in a blog that’s supposed to be strictly informational?

It’s simple really: change the premise of the blog and pretend that nothing happened.

So welcome back to exactly the same thing. It’s always been this way. Really. I promise.