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Saturday, March 30, 2002
And it looks like it will be a nice day for a lacrosse game after all! Unless right before the game the temperature suddenly drops twenty degrees and snow starts pouring out of the sky. Which isn't impossible.
Friday, March 29, 2002
Yesterday I went out barefoot for a little bit, but my feet were all tender after being stuck in shoes all winter, and they felt every little pebble on the path. But today I went out for a while longer, and after a bit they started to feel happy again, now that they had real sensation instead of connecting with the world only through the dull rubber soles of my shoes. Now they're stuck in shoes again, but they feel all tingly and awake.While walking up past the old golf course, I heard banjo music behind me somewhere. Though I was conscious of it, it took five or ten minutes before I actually turned around to see where it was coming from. There was this guy walking across the old golf course, dressed in a vaguely hippie-ish fashion, playing a banjo as he walked. It makes me happy, to see something bizarre and inexplicable and just plain cool like that. Too many people and too many things are just exactly the same.
So, yes, a bit of a redesign. Mostly color scheme and such, nothing major. Let me know if it looks icky in whatever browser you're using. A fall theme may seem rather strange for this time of year, but I feel like college sort of creates a false autumn in the spring, like the trees shining orange on the next hill, as things draw to a close and friends disappear and you pack up your things until the new season. And besides, I like fall. The new lyric theme is from "Leaves That Are Green" by Simon and Garfunkel. I intend to post the complete lyrics at some point. And yes, I will soon make the rest of the site match the blog.
Thursday, March 28, 2002
Uh oh. It's a nice day again. How am I going to be able to concentrate on anything?The smell of everything just got stronger. Usually you notice things are there because you see them. But when you walk down the same path enough times, not really looking at everything around you, there are some things that you don't really look at. Today, walking out of McGregory, a couple of pine trees anounced their presence to me by smell. Just suddenly: pine! The same thing happened later with the grass. My nose just wakes up this time of year.
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
It's not often that I declare Frank inedible and leave, but today I declared Frank inedible and left. I should have expected it; since we had the Food Fair for lunch, by the law of conservation of suckiness dinner had to be real bad. Yay for the Coop.Looking out the window of my practice room at Dana today, I saw the sun for I think the first time since I've been back here. Grey grey grey, and suddenly there it was, setting all orange in the trees and casting a bit of non-fluorescent light on me.
Afterwards, as I walked up the hill to dinner (or rather, to Frank, which was not dinner) I looked out across the hills and admired the lovely autumn foliage. Then I realized it wasn't autumn. Somehow the sun had managed to reflect off of the hill on the other side of the sky.
It seems like there's always something that I haven't noticed before. I hope the world's always like that.
*crosses fingers*It looks like housing plans are likely to work out.
And if the block doesn't work, it looks like some sort of acceptable Plan B is also likely to work out.
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
I really don't understand why Sappho refuses to acknowledge that a bunch of files that I have on a floppy disk exist, when other computers assure me that the files are indeed there. Poo on a stick.
Monday, March 25, 2002
I keep discovering more pockets in my new pants. I just found one that is the exact shape and size to hold a writing utensil. Woo!
I had thought that I wasn't ready to look at courses for next year yet, but there are some courses here that are just making me drool. Sometimes it seems terribly unfair that I'm going to have to take intro classes before I can get to the more exciting ones. Ah well.Oooh, pretty shiny class over there ...
Next semester I will *not* have a class that I hate. I can't afford to waste time despising things.
Have I mentioned before that Modernity sucks, and the vast majority of the people in the class are very, very stupid?And there's one little punk with an attitude problem who's just asking for trouble. Lost my temper at him today. Then apologized for it. Then regretted apologizing.
Sunday, March 24, 2002
I finally put up that Red Sox banner in the stairwell. Now hopefully they won't declare it a fire hazard. Like the tapestry. And my shoes. :-pWhen I was climbing up to the ledge above the stairwell, I also strained almost every muscle in my body. First my left leg, then my back. Then on the way down, my stomach and my right thigh. Owies and hurting. Who's giving me a back rub? Anyone? Please?
Home sweet 'Gate. Yay. Now if only I didn't have a headache ...Course selection and housing lottery coming up. Fun times ahead. Beware frazzled entries to come.
