Hello friends. Another week has gone, another ocean of water under the bridge. Where time goes or where it comes from, I don’t know. Everything is measured in the context of time yet (because?) nobody knows how to make time or can measure how much of it is left. Better as a mystery? I think so. Umm, that’s pretty nostalgic, sorry.
It’s gonna be another one of those crazy weekends void of dancing and song. There are three, four—no five papers that need to be written, thoughts organized in logical sequence pulled from dozens of books and other thought-alignment projects—but I digress. How did I ever get into this mess? Is it a mess if I enjoy it?
Disc golf season will be here as soon as the snow finishes melting. I will be out there as soon as the semester is over. Mountain bike season is here already in the southlands, but still a few days or weeks away on the north side of town. It’s been feast week in IT because there have been several conferences—and conference leftovers are usually thrown to the people at the bottom of the stairs. I suspicion the real reason we’re at the bottom is so we can snuggle up to roaring server towers in a windowless climate-controlled ecstasy that only computer-people are capable of finding comfort in.
I will be moving again in a few weeks to a house a few blocks from campus via the urban trail. Of some concern is that I slowly keep accumulating stuff so that—even though I’ve up-sized to a station wagon w/ roof racks—there is no way to cram all this stuff into a car anymore as I was once able to do for the big move west. I’ve got my eyes on a nice cherry wrap-around desk for my new office; that definitely won’t fit in the wagon, and, I already have two desks parked in my PA office—one of which is a formidable-to-move cherry model. That’s the dilemma, not sure how it will all end…
It’s been another week of juggling job applications, class schedules, interviews, and future plans. Each potential summer job brings with it a whole string of contingencies related to class schedules way out in the future. I come back to my room late at night, exhausted from not eating all day, grab a quick bite and die until the morning and repeat 5 days in a row. And I used to think college students had it made… They do.