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quiet as a canyon up under heaven's eaves
No I do not know where September went.
My own morbidity: this is but one example of dozens, but every time I come home it's a rush of relief when I hear Libby running to greet me, because it means she did not drop dead in my absence.
While it's generally understood that law school gets better after the first year, I would've appreciated hearing it more often and more emphatically because G-d, do I hate law school a whole lot less.
And now autumn is just, just, just barely beginning. I'll always love this best. And at this time of year, and heading into winter again, I can't imagine a better place to be than here in my cozy attic apartment, warm and alone. (Alone! And maybe I shouldn't overlook that particular factor when I consider my present state of quiet contentment.)
I do not have cable. I have not had cable since I moved here, so that's two months now. There was a time not at all long ago when I wouldn't have thought I could go two months, but I've honestly only just begun to miss it, and only sometimes. My mother kindly tapes Gilmore Girls and Everwood for me and it's an extra nice treat to watch them with her when I go visit on the weekend. I imagine I'll cave after this semester, when winter's really and truly here. But I will resent paying fifty dollars a month, given that even when I have cable I don't watch every day and of all the stations I watch maybe five.
I do miss the scifi channel though. I love the crappy movies they run on weekends; Sundays were made for such garbage television.
Last Saturday evening I bought Dan Savage's newest book (The Commitment), and then stayed up till three finishing it. This would be the first time I bought anything in hardcover that wasn't required for a class. It was worth it. Even better than The Kid, which, given that it's the *only* book ever to *literally* make me both laugh and cry, is an accomplishment. (And anyway, I've been a Pennsylvanian for over a year now, and I am thus deeply heartened by Dan's tireless efforts to reward Rick Santorum's lazy homophobia with the commemoration it deserves.)
Only last December did I begin to develop a taste for red wine, and even then I really only liked it with certain foods. Lately though I'm in love with Shiraz, and white wines are beginning to taste a little too sweet. (Never have I claimed to have a refined, sophisticated palate.) But Shiraz! I love love it. (It's a fine line, the one between alcoholism and, well. wherever I am.)
My own morbidity: this is but one example of dozens, but every time I come home it's a rush of relief when I hear Libby running to greet me, because it means she did not drop dead in my absence.
While it's generally understood that law school gets better after the first year, I would've appreciated hearing it more often and more emphatically because G-d, do I hate law school a whole lot less.
And now autumn is just, just, just barely beginning. I'll always love this best. And at this time of year, and heading into winter again, I can't imagine a better place to be than here in my cozy attic apartment, warm and alone. (Alone! And maybe I shouldn't overlook that particular factor when I consider my present state of quiet contentment.)
I do not have cable. I have not had cable since I moved here, so that's two months now. There was a time not at all long ago when I wouldn't have thought I could go two months, but I've honestly only just begun to miss it, and only sometimes. My mother kindly tapes Gilmore Girls and Everwood for me and it's an extra nice treat to watch them with her when I go visit on the weekend. I imagine I'll cave after this semester, when winter's really and truly here. But I will resent paying fifty dollars a month, given that even when I have cable I don't watch every day and of all the stations I watch maybe five.
I do miss the scifi channel though. I love the crappy movies they run on weekends; Sundays were made for such garbage television.
Last Saturday evening I bought Dan Savage's newest book (The Commitment), and then stayed up till three finishing it. This would be the first time I bought anything in hardcover that wasn't required for a class. It was worth it. Even better than The Kid, which, given that it's the *only* book ever to *literally* make me both laugh and cry, is an accomplishment. (And anyway, I've been a Pennsylvanian for over a year now, and I am thus deeply heartened by Dan's tireless efforts to reward Rick Santorum's lazy homophobia with the commemoration it deserves.)
Only last December did I begin to develop a taste for red wine, and even then I really only liked it with certain foods. Lately though I'm in love with Shiraz, and white wines are beginning to taste a little too sweet. (Never have I claimed to have a refined, sophisticated palate.) But Shiraz! I love love it. (It's a fine line, the one between alcoholism and, well. wherever I am.)