Hello world.
I'm going a little crazy. Summer was here, but now it's in hiding. Boo. It's not that I don't absolutely love the overcast sky, or the soft drizzly rain - - on the contrary. But I am a cold-blooded thing, and have a very difficult time functioning when it's 60 degrees in my apartment.
However, despite the freezing temperatures that refuse to depart, I still manage to get things done. Like hikes to the hot springs and vegetarian lunches.
A recent preoccupation with The Shins (oh, James Mercer) has stirred an acute desire to comprehend time and fate. So I meander around in the mountains, hoping to stumble over an answer to a question I don't think I could even verbalize.
Dinner on Tuesday made me realize how much I absolutely adore my family. Other people, though, that's a different story.
As for media, this week I'm wrapping myself up in Indie-folk and Isaac Russell. The Men Who Stare At Goats was fantastic, if a little rushed towards the end. And to top it all off, I've begun to wade through Joyce's Ulysses. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to find a copy of Coetzee's Waiting for the Barbarians.
People people people. Does the key to self lie in the other, or vice versa?
Is there no heat in your apartment?! No wonder you love the hot springs! It was so great to see you the other night! I know that you are a cool hippie, college student and I am just a boring old lady mom, but I sure wish we saw you and your fam a whole lot more... we sure do like you guys!
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