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it's monday again...
Nov. 21st, 2005 03:56 pmNo philosopher has ever adequately explained why time goes so fast and so slow at the same time; perception isn't the half of it.
Why is it that Thanksgiving can't come soon enough, and yet at the same time I feel as though I just started this quarter yesterday?
Even that phrase--'at the same time'--time is everywhere! I can't get rid of it. And according to some people, it doesn't exist. (No, seriously; it's because we live in a multidimensional universe and....and I can't remember how it was explained, but we had weird conversations driving back from frisbee in Canada. I still don't get it.)
All the homework I have before the break:
-two critical journals
-85 pages of history reading
-two articles to read for 390
All the homework I have for during the break:
-...i don't even want to think about it.
In other news, I have the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack from Erin and this music is gorgeous--all classical, and mostly sweet and slow with a few fast danceable jigs. It's loverly.
The fog is receding--beautiful in leaving as it was in coming--with the blue sky above fading into faint misty gold where the sun is setting. I have spent the last few days glorying in the fog, in the brushes of mist swirling just above by line of sight, in the fact that I couldn't even see the city lights, much less the city buildings, from my window; in the clear, cold air, drinking it in like crystal water. I like this kind of winter--the clear air and the hovering fog and the bright stars that come out when the fog lifts; the way it feels darker and quieter than a city should be, in the early hours of the morning when the fog has surrounded everything and cut you off from the rest of anybody. I like that.
Why is it that Thanksgiving can't come soon enough, and yet at the same time I feel as though I just started this quarter yesterday?
Even that phrase--'at the same time'--time is everywhere! I can't get rid of it. And according to some people, it doesn't exist. (No, seriously; it's because we live in a multidimensional universe and....and I can't remember how it was explained, but we had weird conversations driving back from frisbee in Canada. I still don't get it.)
All the homework I have before the break:
-two critical journals
-85 pages of history reading
-two articles to read for 390
All the homework I have for during the break:
-...i don't even want to think about it.
In other news, I have the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack from Erin and this music is gorgeous--all classical, and mostly sweet and slow with a few fast danceable jigs. It's loverly.
The fog is receding--beautiful in leaving as it was in coming--with the blue sky above fading into faint misty gold where the sun is setting. I have spent the last few days glorying in the fog, in the brushes of mist swirling just above by line of sight, in the fact that I couldn't even see the city lights, much less the city buildings, from my window; in the clear, cold air, drinking it in like crystal water. I like this kind of winter--the clear air and the hovering fog and the bright stars that come out when the fog lifts; the way it feels darker and quieter than a city should be, in the early hours of the morning when the fog has surrounded everything and cut you off from the rest of anybody. I like that.
