Fiddlesticks and Glory
I'm reading the accounts of Colonel James H Patterson, who was the bane of the man-eaters of tsavo and re-living the glorious days of this summer. Although the only things I killed in the great north were plants (mum's the word... no pun intended), I am only mildly British, not in the military, and completely lack experience with railway engineering, I still feel some sort of connection. The call to adventure! That being said, I am seriously contemplating going back to Alaska this summer. I think it will be better this year because I'll know what I'm doing (in theory) and will be better prepared for the trials of plant research.
That summer doesn't seem real to me probably because when I got back, there were only 4 other people in the "real world" who knew what the hell it means when I say "Welcome to Barrow!" That brings it closer to the imaginary world of adventure and fantasy that I live out every time I go to bed or don't want to think about class any more for the day and for that reason I hold it that much closer to my heart. I think everyone needs some place like that and it divides us because we want to share it so badly with those we love, but at the same time know that it will never be the same to them.
On a side note. I hate our F***ing cooking alarm. I say cooking alarm because the only danger a toasted bagel presents to my life is the one presented when the damn thing goes off at 5am and wakes up my roomates. DANGER: DELICIOUSNESS! BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP. HERE ARE SOME LIGHTS SO YOU CAN REALLY TELL I'M USELESS. If I die in a fire on account of becoming desensitized I want somebody to read this at my funeral. Preferably Wilford Brimley or Evander (TRD) Putney as I feel either would be able to capture the ridiculousness of the situation.
That is all for now
That summer doesn't seem real to me probably because when I got back, there were only 4 other people in the "real world" who knew what the hell it means when I say "Welcome to Barrow!" That brings it closer to the imaginary world of adventure and fantasy that I live out every time I go to bed or don't want to think about class any more for the day and for that reason I hold it that much closer to my heart. I think everyone needs some place like that and it divides us because we want to share it so badly with those we love, but at the same time know that it will never be the same to them.
On a side note. I hate our F***ing cooking alarm. I say cooking alarm because the only danger a toasted bagel presents to my life is the one presented when the damn thing goes off at 5am and wakes up my roomates. DANGER: DELICIOUSNESS! BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP. HERE ARE SOME LIGHTS SO YOU CAN REALLY TELL I'M USELESS. If I die in a fire on account of becoming desensitized I want somebody to read this at my funeral. Preferably Wilford Brimley or Evander (TRD) Putney as I feel either would be able to capture the ridiculousness of the situation.
That is all for now