||[Jun. 4th, 2006|09:01 pm]
Yesterday was surreal. At the Austin airport I ran into J Moore (of Boyer-Moore fame) whose class I took this semester. And then a guy two cubicles away from me, and his girlfriend, who were also flying to San Jose.
I met my new roommate (an awesome dude, BTW) and we talked about how many people we both knew, and concluded that "in the end, everybody knows everybody". We went to a nearby Saravana Bhavan for dinner, where I (separately) ran into two people I knew back in India (who are both in Stanford now). Half of my old friends seem to be either working or going to school in the Bay Area. Scary.
My apartment is a nice change from my grad student rathole. Click and drool.
It's more like a hotel, really. There are two
TVs. There's only one bad thing - the lights are a joke. Now that I think about it, most homes in America don't seem to use fluorescent lamps. What's up with that?