Shadow of the DayThere is this two-part econometrics workshop I registered for ages ago, when there was nothing to do, that was postponed. Now, two weeks to the opening of the new semester and academic year, when I actually have things to do, it’s finally on. Man, I have forgotten how tiring whole-day classroom sessions can be.
by Linkin Park, from the album Minutes to Midnight (2007)
I close both locks below the window.
I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.
And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.
In cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends all plead for you to stay.
Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple.
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.
And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in gray,
And the sun will set for you...
Great.
Last weekend was wasted, as usual; another one gone consistent with my inexistent social life. It’s always the same cycle week-in, week-out: I’ll be looking forward to the weekend to ‘do something’, ‘go somewhere’, and comes the weekend I’ll just stay at home content that I can lie around doing nothing without having to feel one bit guilty about it.
Thanks to advance online ticketing, I’ve already purchased tickets for the July 4 screening of Transformers. I think this is the most anticipated movie this summer.
Do you remember Gobots? It’s that other robot cartoon show that preceded, and later eclipsed by, Transformers. I used to watch it more instead of Transformers because 0f both its more convenient slot compared to the latter and the completely irrational reason that everybody else was watching Transformers and I wanted to be different.
Now the joke:
Three econometricians went out hunting, and came across a large deer. The first econometrician fired, but missed, by a meter to the left. The second econometrician fired, but also missed, by a meter to the right. The third econometrician didn't fire, but shouted in triumph, “We got it! We got it!”










