| My father and I began the long journey that would turn into my summer vacation by driving a thousand miles in our red,1981 Toyota Tercel. We managed well for such a classic car, well that is until approximately fifty miles short of our destination when the clutch, the original clutch, mind you, finally gave way and the poor car couldn't make it up that last hill. Fortunately, though, all is better now. |
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| While the ride in was enjoyable and comparatively spacious, my Home Life, however, turned out to be a little less than I had expected. |
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| The reason I traveled a thousand miles in the elderly car, and the reason I allowed myself to be ripped from my comfortable home and thrust into a basement apartment was, of course, because I was offered the opportunity of a lifetime -- to help design the world's fastest microprocessors. Check out what my Work Life is like. |
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| You've never seen anything like it -- twenty-two levels of ten can circles from floor to ceiling. Of all the things I've done this summer, the Can Tower would have to be my crowning achievement. |
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| Memoirs of my journey to the beautiful and peaceful Walden Pond, site of American author and scholar Henry David Thoreau's famous book Walden. |
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| As has been the case many weekends this summer, I began my long, lonely journey into Boston by stopping at that incredible bastion of higher learning -- Harvard |
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| After a short walk through Cambridge, I reached the other bastion thing, MIT |
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| Ah, Boston. The historic city of Paul Revere, the Boston Tea Party, our founding fathers... and stuff. |
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