Rural Juror

Friday night I met up with hippie Chris for the first time in quite some time. I met up with him and his friends Matt (Mike?) and Rurijk (sp?) pronounced “ROO-Rick”, the latter of which has a name that is immediately reminiscent of the “Rural Juror” from 30 Rock. They grabbed dinner at the Beacon Hill Pub on Cambridge St. over by Malte’s old place, which was a good time despite the hundreds of ambulances and fire trucks blaring their sirens every 20 minutes presumably because a rich old woman got stuck in her closet (or some similar dire emergency). Phil, Jordan, Jim, and Boma all from TPP joined up with us afterwards, which was great since I haven’t seen any of the TPP kids for several months now. I don’t know Boma well at all but she is definitely very cool as well. It turns out that Jim, like seemingly everyone else in the world, just came back from Peru and had good things to say about his time there. It’s just dawned on me that my August traveling adventure begins in a mere three weeks, which means I should really get moving writing up a proposal of some sort.

Afterwards, I headed home and rocked MATLAB for another couple of hours until my idea for a simple TC model continued to be non-functional.