2-9, 2-9, 9-3, 5-9, 1-9

got my ass kicked by an a-ok player with a bad back. ouch. but it's all good. like FMgirl, Chunky et al I'm addicted to the forums and blogs and it can get pretty obsessive. the posters on BW drive me nuts though, every second post seems to be of the omigawd-no-invite-yet-so-its-over-for-the-metrosexual-bostonians variety. that doesn't help the waiting any, people.

so i've decided to get back my pre- mba application life one step at a time. today's the first time i've stepped into a squash court in months. the scores don't matter, it was bliss to have actually spent two hours trying to catch my breath rather than think about if/when i'm going to get interview invites. and i read a book cover-to-cover in two days. weekdays. haven't done that in a long time either. it's this kick-ass book i picked up on the way back from Chicago called Pattern Recognition by William Gibson. i must say, an extremely enjoyable read. would rate it on par with The Cuckoo's Egg and Memoirs of a Geisha for un-putdownability.

Here are a few snippets :
She seats herself in his high-backed workstation chair and clicks the transparent mouse. The browser comes up. She types Fetish:Footage:Forum, which Damien, determined to avoid contamination, will never bookmark.

The front page opens, familiar as a friends' living room.She enters the forum itself now, automatically scanning titles of the posts and names of the posters in the newer threads, looking for friends, enemies, news.

It is a way now, approximately, of being at home. The forum has become one of the most consistent places in her life, like a familiar cafe that exists somehow outside of geography and beyond time zones.

So I go off and do some reading and it's about ... forums ! sick.