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Happy blog-day, bloggiversary, anniversablog, whatever. I made my first post here on February 28 of 2003 and that was a year ago today. Sometimes I write what I feel, sometimes I just chronicle. Which one I do depends generally on x number of factors, such as how obligated I feel to write something here because it's been so long, how tired I am, how much of what has been going in and outside my mind, how "inspired" I am (quiet back there, you). But for the moment, I'll pretend I've achieved some harmonic balance between the two. Harmony... isn't that a such a feel-good word? Especially when it's applied on a grand scale. I can just see some superpower like the US saying, "Sure, we can all be in harmony, but I get to play the melody."
Today is warm and cloudless and melting snow like nobody's business. I'm thinking about Hannah now; those thoughts wouldn't really be welcome here. But I think them. It's what goes on. Just so the whole damn world knows, alright?
posted on Saturday, February 28, 2004
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I've had enough of white on both sides of the horizon, enough ice and make-up days...
We went winter-sporting a week ago today, but it was a different kind of experience this time. No overnight stay. Instead you get up at three and on a bus at four, ride for a few hours, rent some gear (if you're like me and don't go enough enough to buy your own), and go do whatever you came there for. Late afternoon, you start reversing all those steps, ending where you started, asleep in bed, or perhaps lying awake, sore all over and wondering what exactly your body finds wrong with the idea of going to sleep. I like snowboarding more each time I try it, though this was only my third time, and only my second where I had any idea what was going on, so I've still got a lot to learn. The drive there was enjoyable in its own right, though. I hardly slept at all, except for a couple attempts at dozing. Mostly spent listening to Good Charlotte's distantly familiar debut album and watching the stars I can't usually see in winter (because 4 AM is an unusual time for me to be awake, at least on the latter side of waking), letting the disc player shut off at the end of the album and watching the sky go from black to gray to pink to a thousand shades of orange and blue that made me certain a bad day could only be caused by some stubbornness of my own.
And little has happened since then. Some days good for reasons I don't know or won't say more than a smile about, some that passed without leaving a memory. Things aren't bad but I'm waiting for the world to look a little more habitable. It's true, when they say white isn't a color. It's the absence of color, a pure blankness with no depth or shade or potential for change. Sometimes that's comforting or beautiful, but now it's dismal and misplaced. If today rained clear and warm and melted all this away...
posted on Friday, February 27, 2004
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It's snowing. Again. Please, let there be a delay to compensate for this foolishness.
Friday was the best Valentine's Day EVAR, NO HOLDS BARRD, think I'm on a karma high, must've been a monk or something in a previous life... and then I slept a lot and played the UT2k4 demo, only briefly at the same time, however.
Robins everywhere and they know what's going down, yeah.
posted on Sunday, February 15, 2004
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Classical Society's Bacchanalia earlier, and it took me suspiciously long to get home... can't imagine what that's about.
posted on Thursday, February 12, 2004
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It rained last night, how long I don't know. But when I woke up and went downstairs, the sun was rising through damp trees, and every puddle reflected a blue sky. I even saw the moon opposite, huge and pale blue-gray and hugging the treeline, which was entirely new to me. I know that spring is on the way, it has to be, even if it snows again. It really is good to get up very early, now and then - as long as it's not for Science Olympiad, which isn't my thing at all.
So I'm tired and the last remnants of the day are gurgling down the tube. I shouldn't have stayed for the damned award ceremony, no matter how strongly "encouraged" that is, because instead of getting home at four, like I could have, I got home at seven. For what? A cheap little medal I didn't keep, a trophy that could have been earned without me, and a headache from small children screaming whenever they got umpteenth place in some gizmo-fest.
But I left the auditorium to watch the sunset and restore my faith in a world not wholly permeated by noise, so I lived. It was great outside, maybe the best it's been in weeks, and I'm trying to just enjoy that fact, and not think about how much of it I wasted under fluorescents.
posted on Saturday, February 07, 2004
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Breath fogging on a warm, rainy night... weird.
I should be in bed, getting my rest for Science Olympiad, whatever that is, but instead I'm feeling sorry for myself and, worse, writing it down. Tonight was fun, but I never know what I'm missing when I have to leave early.
posted on Friday, February 06, 2004
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