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I've been nudged by 
entscheidung for having avoided livejournal for so long. I had no idea such a thing existed.
Unfortunately there isn't much to say. I could blather on about my thesis, which is a decidedly lacking topic of interest for everyone (myself included), or I could gossip and moan and be all sour dour pissed off (but not at you). I think that's a less attractive option than the former. The trouble is that, in addition to being boring reading, intimate reportage rarely leaves me with a sense of anything greater than just having jinxed something, let a hex, something superstitious like that.
Avoiding those things, what's left to say but humdrum? An example:
I just got back from Arkansas. I spent about a week at my parents' house in tiny Floral, avoiding my extended family with as much creativity as I could manage. My sister and I looked at old pictures for five hours one night, spotting so many forgotten gems. My niece is big now, a forty pound five year old who already understands what sarcasm sounds like (but not exactly what it's used for). I made my dad laugh a lot, and he made me laugh a lot, and then I drove to the airport with him, silent and smiling, in the passenger seat. It was warm enough during the days that I managed to fall asleep facing the sky on more than one occasion, gracing my front with its first slight sunburn of the year. I realized how ready I am for hot weather and the sweating vivacity of life during the summer. Cold, quiet winter is only enjoyable (after a certain point) under a precise set of conditions that I haven't met this year. I've been trying to reduce the amount that I drink, smoke, eat, and lounge about, but I'm just horrible at self-control. Even self-management is a failing spot. I want to be a hermit on some sunny beach far away from permanent neighbors. I want people to visit, but only a few, and even then only for a few days at a time. There are about ten people who would be always welcome, but they know (and generally share) a fondness for being around one another without just talking all the time.
See? Blather. There are some good pictures to share, though. Everybody likes pictures.
entscheidung for having avoided livejournal for so long. I had no idea such a thing existed.
Unfortunately there isn't much to say. I could blather on about my thesis, which is a decidedly lacking topic of interest for everyone (myself included), or I could gossip and moan and be all sour dour pissed off (but not at you). I think that's a less attractive option than the former. The trouble is that, in addition to being boring reading, intimate reportage rarely leaves me with a sense of anything greater than just having jinxed something, let a hex, something superstitious like that.
Avoiding those things, what's left to say but humdrum? An example:
I just got back from Arkansas. I spent about a week at my parents' house in tiny Floral, avoiding my extended family with as much creativity as I could manage. My sister and I looked at old pictures for five hours one night, spotting so many forgotten gems. My niece is big now, a forty pound five year old who already understands what sarcasm sounds like (but not exactly what it's used for). I made my dad laugh a lot, and he made me laugh a lot, and then I drove to the airport with him, silent and smiling, in the passenger seat. It was warm enough during the days that I managed to fall asleep facing the sky on more than one occasion, gracing my front with its first slight sunburn of the year. I realized how ready I am for hot weather and the sweating vivacity of life during the summer. Cold, quiet winter is only enjoyable (after a certain point) under a precise set of conditions that I haven't met this year. I've been trying to reduce the amount that I drink, smoke, eat, and lounge about, but I'm just horrible at self-control. Even self-management is a failing spot. I want to be a hermit on some sunny beach far away from permanent neighbors. I want people to visit, but only a few, and even then only for a few days at a time. There are about ten people who would be always welcome, but they know (and generally share) a fondness for being around one another without just talking all the time.
See? Blather. There are some good pictures to share, though. Everybody likes pictures.