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Sep. 7th, 2006 02:24 amIs it really September 7th?
I wonder how my customary Summer-happy stupidity/Autumn-intellection/Winter-vague depression/Spring-exaltation cycle will be affected by the climate here, where, from an Ohioan perspective, January just disappears and the other months stretch out to fill the void. For that matter, how did Vancouver affect it? I remember being adrift a lot during the rain months. I have a bit of a craving for a classically harsh winter, actually, like I tasted in Hamilton while school-visiting. Which I'll likely get soon enough, thanks to BushCo.
Been reading Underworld and Franklin's memoirs this week, both great fun for the most part. The Crossing, Murphy and "Penelope" (yes, still) are lying handy, to be finished some weekend. The town library has several Galateas. My classes seem easy enough. Been 80% unpacked for weeks. The IMAX experience of a new place is settling down to sitcom routine at last.
We got TV, real TV, despite my fervent objections. Bill Maher and John Stewart went satisfyingly left during the eight years since I last had cable, clearly. And The Colbert Report is gold. We're also experimenting with Netflix, enjoying the Beckett on Film series and Burns' Civil War DVD set.
Also I have a cellphone, which got boring fast. And clearly I can't leave the country for three years without things going straight to hell: sold at the local Kroger's are frozen corndoglike products consisting of smoked sausages wrapped in pancakes full of chocolate chips.
I wonder how my customary Summer-happy stupidity/Autumn-intellection/Winter-vague depression/Spring-exaltation cycle will be affected by the climate here, where, from an Ohioan perspective, January just disappears and the other months stretch out to fill the void. For that matter, how did Vancouver affect it? I remember being adrift a lot during the rain months. I have a bit of a craving for a classically harsh winter, actually, like I tasted in Hamilton while school-visiting. Which I'll likely get soon enough, thanks to BushCo.
Been reading Underworld and Franklin's memoirs this week, both great fun for the most part. The Crossing, Murphy and "Penelope" (yes, still) are lying handy, to be finished some weekend. The town library has several Galateas. My classes seem easy enough. Been 80% unpacked for weeks. The IMAX experience of a new place is settling down to sitcom routine at last.
We got TV, real TV, despite my fervent objections. Bill Maher and John Stewart went satisfyingly left during the eight years since I last had cable, clearly. And The Colbert Report is gold. We're also experimenting with Netflix, enjoying the Beckett on Film series and Burns' Civil War DVD set.
Also I have a cellphone, which got boring fast. And clearly I can't leave the country for three years without things going straight to hell: sold at the local Kroger's are frozen corndoglike products consisting of smoked sausages wrapped in pancakes full of chocolate chips.
