Children say, "Yum yum gimme music"
Mama comes home with a good melody.
Classes are approaching the second week. We finally have a key apiece for our apartment, but no mail keys. Rush is over. Meg's pregnant and due in September. iPod Touch needs a new headphone jack.
And that's life in Fairbanks. Don't think that's truncated or anything, either -- not much else taking up my time save the usual self-deprecation and rethinking of life(style) choices. Admittedly, I took some time off of that to go see "Cloverfield", and Daniel's single-minded desire to find the late '80s pilot series "Earth Star Voyager" alone gobbled up about four days' worth of free time all told.
In a way this is good; I've had less time to dwell on those rather unsavory aspects of my increasingly moldy life -- the stagnating friendships, for instance, or the dwindling intellectual challenge posed by my academic relationships. I guess I should be grateful for the latter: at least it requires less effort on my part. Hell, it's Sunday, and all my homework for the upcoming week is complete. We're talking stuff that doesn't have to be turned in until Friday. Nice, huh? But I'm coming to dread the drawling hours of class time, with students and scholars stumbling alike. There's just some sort of mental connection I'm no longer able to make with any of these people, you know? I just wish people would grow up, sometimes.
At least the apartment's a nice refuge...and I'll admit, I've come to appreciate the delicate joys of owning a huge flatscreen TV. Unfortunately, the Super Bowl commercials are leaving something to be desired -- what's up with that, eh? Oh well, at least I don't have to be up super-early tomorrow, so I can still stay up a littler later and watch myself satisfied.
Funny, isn't it? Just a week ago I'd had a strange, disquieting dream where I was in an electronics store with Daniel -- and he just abandoned me. All his being was focused on, in sync with the dynamic pulse, and I was just an indignant but utterly invisible part of the scenery. When I woke up and went to relate this to him, it turned out that he had been plagued by a similar episode, one in which L'Arc came to town and I went off to follow the band as a groupie. Ha, what silly subliminal insecurities!
Hmm...I also seem to recall a -- ugh -- nightmare, where L'Arc released a new song ALL ABOUT JESUS and FAITH and BEING A CHRISTIAN and THE LIGHT OF GOD and I remember there was some funny part where the lyrics said something about "Jesus being a queen of his time"....Ha, what silly Engrish!
Speaking of music and irritability, the iPod Touch thing has me more than a little peeved...think I might've caught the headphones a little too hard in the doorway one day, and the subsequent yank pulled out a few additional parts. Waiting now for Apple to send me the "hospital box" so I can ship it in and have them check it out. Luckily I've still got the old Sendai iPod to tide me over -- seriously, word of caution: always have two iPods on hand. Makes life so much easier to enjoy.
You know, we just need to get our mail keys, "Stardust" needs to get here, the Patriots need to stop advancing, and I need to take a cranky girl nap.
Oh, and L'Arc needs to release that "other" album.
Classes are approaching the second week. We finally have a key apiece for our apartment, but no mail keys. Rush is over. Meg's pregnant and due in September. iPod Touch needs a new headphone jack.
And that's life in Fairbanks. Don't think that's truncated or anything, either -- not much else taking up my time save the usual self-deprecation and rethinking of life(style) choices. Admittedly, I took some time off of that to go see "Cloverfield", and Daniel's single-minded desire to find the late '80s pilot series "Earth Star Voyager" alone gobbled up about four days' worth of free time all told.
In a way this is good; I've had less time to dwell on those rather unsavory aspects of my increasingly moldy life -- the stagnating friendships, for instance, or the dwindling intellectual challenge posed by my academic relationships. I guess I should be grateful for the latter: at least it requires less effort on my part. Hell, it's Sunday, and all my homework for the upcoming week is complete. We're talking stuff that doesn't have to be turned in until Friday. Nice, huh? But I'm coming to dread the drawling hours of class time, with students and scholars stumbling alike. There's just some sort of mental connection I'm no longer able to make with any of these people, you know? I just wish people would grow up, sometimes.
At least the apartment's a nice refuge...and I'll admit, I've come to appreciate the delicate joys of owning a huge flatscreen TV. Unfortunately, the Super Bowl commercials are leaving something to be desired -- what's up with that, eh? Oh well, at least I don't have to be up super-early tomorrow, so I can still stay up a littler later and watch myself satisfied.
Funny, isn't it? Just a week ago I'd had a strange, disquieting dream where I was in an electronics store with Daniel -- and he just abandoned me. All his being was focused on, in sync with the dynamic pulse, and I was just an indignant but utterly invisible part of the scenery. When I woke up and went to relate this to him, it turned out that he had been plagued by a similar episode, one in which L'Arc came to town and I went off to follow the band as a groupie. Ha, what silly subliminal insecurities!
Hmm...I also seem to recall a -- ugh -- nightmare, where L'Arc released a new song ALL ABOUT JESUS and FAITH and BEING A CHRISTIAN and THE LIGHT OF GOD and I remember there was some funny part where the lyrics said something about "Jesus being a queen of his time"....Ha, what silly Engrish!
Speaking of music and irritability, the iPod Touch thing has me more than a little peeved...think I might've caught the headphones a little too hard in the doorway one day, and the subsequent yank pulled out a few additional parts. Waiting now for Apple to send me the "hospital box" so I can ship it in and have them check it out. Luckily I've still got the old Sendai iPod to tide me over -- seriously, word of caution: always have two iPods on hand. Makes life so much easier to enjoy.
You know, we just need to get our mail keys, "Stardust" needs to get here, the Patriots need to stop advancing, and I need to take a cranky girl nap.
Oh, and L'Arc needs to release that "other" album.