start choppin'
an entry as varied and laconic as my day at large.
it was a beautiful day today.
yesterday, times ten, cross your heart.
it was one of those days that just feels wrong. like everyone involved knows it's an aberration, that they shouldn't be laughing, that tomorrow we're back to 40 degrees and misty and everyone with their heads down for three more week. one of those great days that begs to be snatched while no one's looking; a little joy, something stolen.
you know what i mean, really. it was one of those rare days toward the end of winter when everything falls into place, it's 70 degrees and windy, and no one even knows how to behave. seriously. an entire city, fallen into the best kind of madness: business men in winter coats looking uniformly confused, runners out everywhere, even during office hours, teenagers across the city losing their shit at the mere mention of the possibilities brought on by this unexpected weather. i saw two of them on the bus this evening, and they were just stupid happy. one of them kept leaning out the window to hit on every woman that we passed.
he gave no shit for anything.
i mean, it wasn't even perfect. i had an unskippable class, and had to be indoors for the choicest part of the afternoon. added to that was the fact that all of the buildings around campus still have their heat on (they must not subscribe to this journal. philistines.), so things got hot, again. but even then, it was different. it didn't matter. instead of complaining, everyone was too stunned to be angry. if anything, we were all just flushed, expectantly looking at clocks and out of windows.
for my part, i did as little as possible pre- and post-class and loved it. got a decent polaroid that i'd been meaning to hit for a while, bounced around georgetown in a goddamned t-shirt, and generally cemented my position as a most dedicated creature of leisure.
if every day from here until june could include a noontime stroll down M st. with the only business pressing on me being my pursuit and eventual procurement of a bottle of cricket cola, or a late night walk to the grocery right before last call to pick up a case of beer to share, it will be a happy spring indeed.
so many of my best memories are tied to seeking, buying, and consuming drinks (of all kinds). i wonder if that means something?
oh, and PS - kudos to me for tearing it up in the classroom this week. i haven't felt smart or engaged in my coursework since last spring, so this week was pretty gratifying. i should see that that continues.
oh, and PPS - beer and becker? we're back. i'm even fleshing out some new rules for DVD-only games, since a few of our old ones don't really apply anymore. regardless of the time, regardless of the place, and regardless of the people, this game's still got legs.
it was a beautiful day today.
yesterday, times ten, cross your heart.
it was one of those days that just feels wrong. like everyone involved knows it's an aberration, that they shouldn't be laughing, that tomorrow we're back to 40 degrees and misty and everyone with their heads down for three more week. one of those great days that begs to be snatched while no one's looking; a little joy, something stolen.
you know what i mean, really. it was one of those rare days toward the end of winter when everything falls into place, it's 70 degrees and windy, and no one even knows how to behave. seriously. an entire city, fallen into the best kind of madness: business men in winter coats looking uniformly confused, runners out everywhere, even during office hours, teenagers across the city losing their shit at the mere mention of the possibilities brought on by this unexpected weather. i saw two of them on the bus this evening, and they were just stupid happy. one of them kept leaning out the window to hit on every woman that we passed.
he gave no shit for anything.
i mean, it wasn't even perfect. i had an unskippable class, and had to be indoors for the choicest part of the afternoon. added to that was the fact that all of the buildings around campus still have their heat on (they must not subscribe to this journal. philistines.), so things got hot, again. but even then, it was different. it didn't matter. instead of complaining, everyone was too stunned to be angry. if anything, we were all just flushed, expectantly looking at clocks and out of windows.
for my part, i did as little as possible pre- and post-class and loved it. got a decent polaroid that i'd been meaning to hit for a while, bounced around georgetown in a goddamned t-shirt, and generally cemented my position as a most dedicated creature of leisure.
if every day from here until june could include a noontime stroll down M st. with the only business pressing on me being my pursuit and eventual procurement of a bottle of cricket cola, or a late night walk to the grocery right before last call to pick up a case of beer to share, it will be a happy spring indeed.
so many of my best memories are tied to seeking, buying, and consuming drinks (of all kinds). i wonder if that means something?
oh, and PS - kudos to me for tearing it up in the classroom this week. i haven't felt smart or engaged in my coursework since last spring, so this week was pretty gratifying. i should see that that continues.
oh, and PPS - beer and becker? we're back. i'm even fleshing out some new rules for DVD-only games, since a few of our old ones don't really apply anymore. regardless of the time, regardless of the place, and regardless of the people, this game's still got legs.