My First Entry...

So, I suppose I have finally succumbed to the infamous blog that I see almost everyone I know using. I'm not quite sure how this will work out, and considering I have absolutely no free time these days, it should be interesting to track just exactly how often I am able to update this.

Today was nothing special; just a normal day in the middle of Hicksville (Little Rock, Arkansas).

Here are a list of the to 10 common errors/misconceptions I have noticed most of the "Yankees" (all you folks up north...Yup, that's what we're called...Yankees), have about Arkansas:

1) Cows are NOT neighbors of people who live down here
2) Arkansas is NOT in a different country, it is in fact part of the United States (yes I know this is hard to swallow)...
3) People don't like George Bush any more than the rest of us up north do
4) The abbreviation for Arkansas is not "AK" (this belongs to Alaska), but rather, "AR"
5)Yes, people do actually live here...
6) Yes, people ARE familiar with technology
7) No, people do not travel by buggy and horse
8) People are actually more liberal than you would expect
9) T-mobile DOES work here (for all you RPI losers who make fun of my T-mobile service...it even works down here!!! Troy, NY is retarded)
10) Teenagers do NOT go to their local farm to "hang out"

In other news...

My summer has been quite productive. I've been working, taking a few classes, doing quite a bit of writing, as well as working on a sculpture entailing the head and bust of Mahalakshmi (the Hindu goddess of wealth, for all of you who are not familiar with who she is). I published my first short story on www.desijournal.com which was exciting for me, and I'm simultaneously working on three other short stories and a novel which I hope to publish. Check out my website at www.smrithi.vze.com.

However, I would have to say one of the most frustrating things, is being in an unfurnished, one-bedroom apartment with both my parents and my brother. Talk about claustrophobia!

So, today, my family and I went to go do some shopping. We're walking around this place called the Garden Ridge (somewhat like a large wholesale club-type atmosphere), and my father says, "Smrithi, your hair is dark brown." Of course, this was to say that it was not black, but dark brown. Now, this comment would have been perfectly acceptable coming out of the mouth of someone who had met me for the first time that day. But from my father who has known me for 20 years? Not only was this an issue, but he failed to remember that he has made the same comment 3 times in the past year. Memory-loss occurring as a part of aging? Possibly.

Anyway, that's enough for a first entry, don't you think? More to come from this gal later 8-)