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This morning, while in my car moving at snail's pace in Cairo traffic, I realized that sometimes the lack of options is good thing. My inner monologue went something like this: "Should I listen to the playlist I spent an hour selecting songs for on my...

The above picture is of my new toy, which I'll tell you more about later, after I tell you how this whole cycling thing got into my head. You may or may not already know that I have a not so mild fascination with two-wheeled pedal powered machines...

...and I have nothing to note to mark the occasion. Older, yet not...

I like being at at school. Maybe I'll go back someday. Click the picture of yours truly in the funny costume above to see a few more from my graduate commencement. P.S. To the dimwits who kept chanting "MBA, MBA!" near the end of the ceremony:...

After I was done orating my speech, the lady on the two-person selection committee  said she liked it but... It doesn't have any quotes. I like quotes. It just shouldn't be all yours." It shouldn't be "all mine"? That's a very intelligent way to put...

This is one of those posts where I tell you, my real or imaginary reader, a few things about nothing in particular. So yesterday I loaded up my blog with the intent of writing something about that bike race I organized last December (and last...

Yes. Tonight I will set fire to the little black notebook in which I have kept a semi-regular journal over the past five years of my life. I will incinerate half a decade's worth of mundane, important or note-worthy personal happenings recorded the...

When it comes to two-wheeled transport (or fun), my preference usually leans towards the human-powered family of machines, preferably the type intended for off-road use. Something about the combination of simplicity, zero-carbon footprint (if you...

 This time (as opposed to last time) I actually spelled it out, letter by letter... H...A...N...I She decided to add an extra N and inflect an E to my name.  Whom am I to...

The flight from Minneapolis (where I had a one hour layover) to San Fransisco was full to the brim. I took my seat in 22E and watched in awe as the coach class inmate in the seat in front of me tried in vain to wedge a full-sized chello between the seat...