Aisumasen, Yoko San by Sam M. '07

Hello out there in TV Land.

I’m Sam Maurer. You might remember me from such blogs as Mitra’s Blog. I’m sticking around MIT this summer turning turkey refuse into oil. No, really.

I had promised every single person on Earth that I would have my first weblog entry up this week. Unfortunately, I got back from a 60 mile bike journey throughout Vermont and New Hampshire to discover that my laptop, where I store one bazillion pictures of myself doing entertaining things (and about twenty pictures of my friends), was no longer in working condition.

By the way, did you know a 60 mile bike trip is 60 miles each way? I did not know that until after I had started biking.

Well, now my laptop is toast and I’m having immense difficulty sitting down on account of a sore pelvis. Furthermore, tomorrow morning at 6 AM I’m leaving on a fast train for my beloved hometown, that “burgeoning center for … arts and culture … maintaining the warmth and caring associated with South Central Pennsylvania.” Sad as it may be, I’m just not in any condition to compose a proper blog entry today. And unlike some people I know, I’m just not willing to release a mediocre product upon the American public.

So, gentle readers, look for a couple short updates from Harrisburg over the next week. But once I get back on 6/20 (which is also my friend Ben’s birthday), get ready for the most ravishing series of blog entries you have ever seen.

To entice you, here are the topics of these entries:
1. a trip to the Lyric Stage Company with some Mainiacs
2. a dim sum luncheon gone horribly awry
3. an expedition with Ruth to the Garment District, Cambridge’s only alternative department store, to buy a tasteful green/yellow/purple striped dress shirt.
4. eleven grad students, a sixty-mile stretch of rural highway, and the most excruciating pain I’ve ever experienced in my mortal life

Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Seacrest out.

Also, I don’t like coming up with blog entry titles and I often confuse obscurity for creativity. So, with every entry, if you’re the first person to name the musical artist, author, or historical figure who supplied me with the title, you get a prize.