Where Is Hawkins?Where travel is cheaper than psychotherapy.

Seeya in a while!

Holy shit. People managed to bring flares and fireworks to the game and towards the end of the game, they lit them off. I took pics of the game. What’s funny is that security let in the flares but got all pissy with me because I brought my new camera lens.

Instead of recovering from my root canal and abscess, I am at the Fire playoff game. I love vicodin.

I manage to break a molar in half somehow and I am in excruciating pain and am stuck waiting for a dental appointment. So I am home miserable, under pain killers and sounding like I am a walrus. This sucks.

I’m feeling pretty depressed at the moment and not my normal cheery cynical self. So, I’m going to be taking time off from this until I go to England (I’ll write something before I go), but that will be about it.

Living in Chicago, I sometimes forget that I am surrounded by pretty cool scenery. So, during errands, I figured that I would put the phonecam to use and briefly blog from where I am eating lunch. Enjoy!

Buy my lens.

Search engine rankings:

Google for Nick Hawkins and “Nick Hawkins”: #6
Yahoo for Nick Hawkins: #3 and #5
Yahoo for “Nick Hawkins”: #3 and #4
Lycos for Nick Hawkins and “Nick Hawkins”: #2, #3 and #4
Ask for Nick Hawkins and “Nick Hawkins”: #2, #3 and #4

There is no love for me from Google.

So, it occurred to me over drinks tonight that I don’t do a good enough job of clarifying the women in my life and who I mention in the blogosphere. So, here’s the handy cheatsheet:

1) Heartbreak Girl. The girl from college that I fell madly in love with, who shares a birthday with me. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about her, but it’s just not one of those things that are meant to be.

2) Philly Girl. I don’t know what to say because it’s just not one of those things that I can explain. I still care about her a lot, and I’m pretty sure it’s reciprocal, but we just can’t figure out what we mean to each other. I wish there was something that I could do to make it work out. I think that under different circumstances, we’d be in a deep relationship and I’m pretty sure she’d be wearing an engagement ring. Yeah, it’s that kind of feeling…

3) Weekend Research Project. She’s a new friend in my life – an ambitious little MD/PhD student. But there’s hidden depths and there’s a lot that she’s not saying about herself. She is a sweetheart, and there’s a lot of work that needs to occur for her to make herself right. I don’t think there’s romantic chances, but she’s a good enough person for me to want to work with in order to help her solve issues.

4) Africa Girl. She’s the little cutie waifish Jew that I met in Nairobi as part of my group that I was stranded with in Nairobi. We actually “met” in Arusha, Tanzania, at the UN’s International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda. She’s now in DC, and I’d love to go see her again because she was one of the few people that I could actually discuss public policy issues and not feel like a dork.

I had a date with a super cool curly haired lawyer on Sunday and I’m hoping I get to see her again soon. It was nice to not do the normal first date chatter and end up talking about how much we’d like to do volunteer work and how we both believed in the concept of “service before self.” It’s interesting to see how some of my friends are aroused by a pair of tits and I’m aroused by someone who actually cares about “the big picture” and someone who actually wants to make a difference.

It’s 4:30pm. Wtf?