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Monday, January 17, 2005


Tonight was kind of emotional. More than I was expecting. Frankly, I didn't think I would tear up but I did. Multiple times, beginning when Jharna read and getting pretty heavy around the time Dad spoke. Seeing him tear up didn't help. There's a list, somewhere, of sights that cannot be witnessed without crying. Seeing your father cry is probably number two or three. (for the record, "50 First Dates" is not on this list, and neither is "The Prince of Tides." Surprisingly, "Road to Perdition" appears multiple times).

There are things I don't think non-Bengalis understand about our community. Especially the Baltimore community. We were always so small, always so tightly knit. Its not like family, its not like close friends. There is no easy way to describe it to people who aren't part of a small immigrant group... when I called Barun Kaku a "family friend" it just sounded so hollow. Anyone out there have lexical suggestions?

I'll write a weekend rundown tomorrow. Here the short version:

--It finally got cold, hooray.
--If you haven't been, you've gotta go to The Islander on U St.
--DC9 is fun.
--Brunch is the hottest meal going right now, with dinner not far behind.
--Iron Chef America receives a solid B.
--George Lucas totally wrecked the first part of Return of the Jedi with the crappy new song in Jabba's palace.