When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
A lot has happened. I should write more often, especially given my extremely unreliable memory. Daunting, though. How exactly does one sum up: today on the bus I realized that there really is no god. there is no soul. everything we are is informed entirely by the chemical processes tied to our bodies.
Well, I suppose that's how. It's kind of embarrassing, really, and frankly not a good perspective for a scientist who relies on public funding (not that I'll have to worry about that for years, but whatever). Embarrassing because it really isn't that big of a revelation, and if you'd asked me before that I still would've said that I'm an atheist, but man, that just hit me like a ton of rubber ducks. Absurd, but still fucking heavy.
I have a new bike. Her name is Thisbe. Any and all naming-inanimate-objects naysayers can go live in their cold, empty little world all by themselves. Thisbe is beautiful. I'm scared to ride her much of anywhere until I get a hardcore lock, because I am a big wuss who was horribly scarred by the loss of her first bicycle. Your life may be easier when your stuff gets stolen, but still... Cold, empty little world.
The horrors of moving are soon upon us, but at least the horrors of apartment-hunting are behind. Mya and I have found a place in uptown that will be an easy-enough commute for each of us, and has a fireplace to boot. For now, I will appreciate the eye of the storm, and attempt to ignore all the crap I have in my house, most of which is either boring papers that I should keep but don't want to, or fun trinkets that I have no damn use for but don't actually want to part with. I'd make a great dragon.
the hedge abides.
p.s.- Surly's IPA is wicked. With full-on Ontario inflection. Whiiiickid. Also, places that serve beer at lunch should be legally required to offer half-pints. Dammit.
Well, I suppose that's how. It's kind of embarrassing, really, and frankly not a good perspective for a scientist who relies on public funding (not that I'll have to worry about that for years, but whatever). Embarrassing because it really isn't that big of a revelation, and if you'd asked me before that I still would've said that I'm an atheist, but man, that just hit me like a ton of rubber ducks. Absurd, but still fucking heavy.
I have a new bike. Her name is Thisbe. Any and all naming-inanimate-objects naysayers can go live in their cold, empty little world all by themselves. Thisbe is beautiful. I'm scared to ride her much of anywhere until I get a hardcore lock, because I am a big wuss who was horribly scarred by the loss of her first bicycle. Your life may be easier when your stuff gets stolen, but still... Cold, empty little world.
The horrors of moving are soon upon us, but at least the horrors of apartment-hunting are behind. Mya and I have found a place in uptown that will be an easy-enough commute for each of us, and has a fireplace to boot. For now, I will appreciate the eye of the storm, and attempt to ignore all the crap I have in my house, most of which is either boring papers that I should keep but don't want to, or fun trinkets that I have no damn use for but don't actually want to part with. I'd make a great dragon.
the hedge abides.
p.s.- Surly's IPA is wicked. With full-on Ontario inflection. Whiiiickid. Also, places that serve beer at lunch should be legally required to offer half-pints. Dammit.