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Saturday, April 13, 2002
"And then the horns kicked in ... and my shoes started to squeak ... and the sky started folding in on itself."There are some things that can't be described or preserved at all, some things that I wouldn't even see or believe I saw unless there was someone there to share the experience.
Oh, and there's nothing like coming in after over an hour walking in the rain, soaked to the skin, and putting on pants that are fresh out of the dryer. Purrrrrrrr ...
Friday, April 12, 2002
Yay for a housing crunch! For some reason less people than usual want to live in college houses. For some reason, the apartments all filled up with seniors and the juniors are living up the hill. For some reason there appears to be no decent housing left, and our lottery isn't until Tuesday. Hey sophomores, how about tents on Whitnall Field?
Thursday, April 11, 2002
Pretty day! I really can't imagine anything better than sitting out on the quad with two of my best friends talking after class. All three of us barefoot, incidentally. More days should be like this. *dances*
Oh, and all the comment-y love going on around here these days is making me all warm and fuzzy. Whee. =)
Bleh. They've advertised the Advocates' Brown Bag Lunch today as "That's So Gay: How Homophobia Effects Allies". Gaah! Darned affect vs. effect!! One is a verb, the other is a noun! Get it straight! *head explodes*
For some reason when I'm singing "The Black Dress" I feel like Ophelia after she's gone mad. It's not even the words, though they fit in a vague sort of way. There's something about the tune that rises and falls in a way that feels recklessly sad to me. It matches a mood I have sometimes. Oh she'll take off the black dress and put on the green, for she is forsaken and only nineteen ... oh he courted her and he kissed her and he made her heart warm, and then when he left her he laughed her to scorn ... forsaken forsaken her heart is forlorn, but he is mistaken if he thinks she will mourn ... for we'll build her a cabin on yon mountain high, where the wild birds can't find her nor hear her heart cry ... fala la la lala lala la, fala la la la la ...On a lighter note, the song also makes very little sense. Apparently one would be mistaken to believe that this girl will mourn. But her heart will be crying up in the mountains somewhere. Do they subscribe to the ostrich theory of happiness or something? If you can't see the sorrow it must not be there? Hmm ...
Wednesday, April 10, 2002
Tuesday, April 09, 2002
I don't think love is something that you can put in the past tense. Doing so only proves that you've mislabelled it.
Today I went to a jazz concert in the chapel, but all the good seats were taken by the time I got there, so I ended up sitting with Max in a windowsill in the balcony. It struck me then how comfortable I am in windowsills. Windows are a sort of line between two worlds; sitting in the sill I'm juxstaposed between them. In the chapel I hung over the stage and the musicians and my classmates on the one hand, and over wet paths and trees with balloons entangled in them and Persson Hall, and barely visible past the building, Taylor Lake. The rhythm of the rain on the outside and the melody of "Take the 'A' Train" on the inside were a stirring combination for me. It reminded me of all the other times at Colgate that I've sat in windowsills and felt both worlds at the same time. Perhaps it's just that there are big, inviting windowsills around here, but somehow I seem to find myself sitting in them a lot. The times up in Stenny and Marty's room, reading, listening to The Whitlams, talking to whoever happened to come in, looking out over Broad Street, watching the thin, sparkly snow that was so common this winter float around and lightly coat the sidewalks, seeing the smooth, still lake right across the way, watching the moon rise as the dark came early. Or in my fsem last semester, when I came in too late to get a seat at the table, overlooking the class discussing their symbolism on one side while wistfully glancing at the quad on the other side. Or up in my room, reading again, listening to my music on the stereo, talking to Maggie, watching the sun set over the chapel's bright dome. Outside and inside, nature and people, weather and coziness, a breath of each on a wide sill. So when people started slipping out of the concert partway through and Max suggested that we go sit in their seats, I declined. Windowsills are too much fun.
Monday, April 08, 2002
Sunday, April 07, 2002
Oh, and I hate people. And yes, that is for different reasons than the last post. You know, I kick myself when I'm not nice to people, but with results like this, why should I bother being nice? I guess it comes down to the same thing. Assuming the best about people until proven wrong just makes me cynical. Mutter.
I take for granted that the people whose LiveJournals and blogs I read are interesting, insightful, well-written people. I'm happy to read their blogs/journals, to know what's going through their heads, to recognize it as either something I might have thought myself, something I can sympathize or connect with, or as a new idea that I hadn't thought of before, a different angle on things, something that helps me see in a different way. It's enriching and wonderful either way.Thank you to all of you who I read regularly (aka, the links in the sidebar). You are truly wonderful, and I learn so much from you all. Really.
Why do I bring this up now? Every now and then you read something that reminds you that not everyone is like that, that some people are only worth knowing on a superficial level, that sometimes seeing another side of someone's personality is only disappointing to people like me who usually try to imagine the best about people until proved wrong. It's hurtful and frustrating. There are some things you just wish you'd never read.
I know, I don't usually post these silly quiz things, but this one made more sense than most. I don't really think of The Little Prince as a children's book though ... granted, I read it when I was a child, but you really miss a lot of the point when you're only reading words and only comprehending sequence of events. (via Rabi)
which children's storybook character are you?
this quiz was made by colleen
