Posts tagged with "weather"

Essays, Rock Climbing, Etc.

I was­n’t going to write today, but the gen­tle light from the set­ting sun, along with the mild, wind­less chill, has affect­ed me in such a man­ner that I wish only to speak of the bound­less beau­ty that the weath­er can pro­vide. I’m remind­ed of the spring walks home from Ashley’s house, feel­ing the cool air through my hair with the pale orange sky above my head. Pure con­tent­ment.

Progress on my essays has not been going well. I have spent the last half week on geol­o­gy, and still have less than two pages done. I wish the ter­mi­nol­o­gy was­n’t so mar­ket based. Fuck.

I was able to go rock climb­ing for a sec­ond time with Trolley, Cristina, Aaron, Wheaties, Nick, Greg, Amanda, and Simon. It was great to have so many peo­ple go at once, so that we could just won­der around and see how oth­er peo­ple were doing. I was able to scale three more walls that I was­n’t able to last time, which were all 5.6’s. The tips of my fin­gers were raw at the end from belay­ing so much. My fore­arm strength is cur­rent­ly the first thing to give, so I was­n’t very sore the next day. We head­ed out to Perkins after and pigged out on good food. What a great fuck­ing time.

I was able to ask Simon about his tongue stud, and he told me that out of all the pierc­ings he’s had (ears and eye­brow), the tongue was the least painful by far, due to the fact that the nerve end­ings are all on the sur­face of the tongue. Once the spike goes through the tongue, noth­ing is felt after­wards. New infor­ma­tion that I’ll have to con­sid­er.

Tuesday. Brideshead Revisited. Jeremy Irons is one sexy, sexy man.

Dolores has been extra cud­dly these last few days, and I’ve been wok­en up by her turn­ing a few times, before nestling on my legs or stom­ach. I feel bad that I feel so con­strict­ed every time she set­tles down, caus­ing me to toss and turn. It’s as if itch­es only come once a cat has found a pil­low in your lap.

The Sex Lounger, CHUO FM, E.S. Posthumus

The weath­er has been beau­ti­ful late­ly. I’ve always found the brisk­ness of ear­ly spring to be inde­fin­ably nos­tal­gic. The grey pave­ment seems to be fresh­ly laid, from the absent snow which so recent­ly cov­ered it. The yel­low grass, the cloud­less skies, it all seems to be such a poignant sign of the change in sea­son.

I was sit­ting on Trolley’s sex lounger yes­ter­day in his hot apart­ment, and I felt a slight draft com­ing from his win­dow. Trolley’s apart­ment always seems toasty to me, so it was refresh­ing to feel a breeze from the out­side. It remind­ed me of this great quote from Moby Dick:

Nothing exists in itself. If you flat­ter your­self that you are all over com­fort­able, and have been so a long time, then you can­not be said to be com­fort­able any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slight­ly chilled, why then, indeed in the gen­er­al con­scious­ness you feel most delight­ful­ly and unmis­tak­ably warm. For this rea­son a sleep­ing apart­ment should nev­er be fur­nished with a fire, which is one of the lux­u­ri­ous dis­com­forts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deli­cious­ness is to have noth­ing but the blan­ket between you and your snug­ness and the cold of the out­er air.

I hap­pened to tune into CHUO FM on Sunday at around 11:30 pm when I was test­ing my alarm clock, and I was fas­ci­nat­ed at what I heard. I gen­er­al­ly don’t like the radio at all, but this pro­gramme had me hooked. A male voice, appar­ent­ly a co-host, whose host had not showed up, had the show to him­self for the hour. The pro­gramme was ter­ri­ble. This per­son had a decent radio voice, but the things he was talk­ing about, the tricks he used to avoid dead air, every­thing he did made the show inter­est­ing­ly bad. I had to lis­ten until the end, because of how rarely I expe­ri­ence some­thing so poor­ly done, yet so pub­lic at the same time.

I was lucky enough to dis­cov­er a group called E.S. Posthumus, and there does­n’t seem to be an offi­cial web­site, or any web­site for that mat­ter, in which I can find out more infor­ma­tion. They seem to be doing well, with songs on sound­tracks like Spiderman, Minority Report, and Unfaithful. One of my cur­rent favourites is Tikal. I rec­om­mend­ed them to Jeff and Nick, since I remem­ber how Jeff was get­ting into the instru­men­tal stuff right now. He told me that he had a four tier sys­tem of know­ing whether to keep a song. I should prob­a­bly try doing that, since I cur­rent­ly have over a gig of songs I haven’t decid­ed whether to keep or not.

So Much Reason To Stay Awake

I need to stop writ­ing for an audi­ence. It feels like I’m not being true to myself, that I can’t say what I want to say. Yet I do, some­how, in some equiv­o­cal man­ner.

The win­ter is so beau­ti­ful. Usually I study bet­ter at night, but when it’s win­ter time, and every­thing is white, I feel much more moti­vat­ed dur­ing the day. It’s as if God final­ly real­izes that the entire world is shit and cov­ers it with a huge bleached tarp.

I bought Dolly a new toy on the week-end, and she loves it. It’s got a soft ball cov­ered in fur on the end of an elas­tic string. She’ll try to take the ball where she wants by grab­bing it in her jaws, but when the elas­tic stretch­es past its lim­it, the ball will rip out of her mouth and make her go even cra­zier. She plays with it until she’s tired, then she’ll lay down on the ground below where the ball lies, and just try to bat it with her paws.

I’ve been work­ing on the new lay­out, and I com­plete­ly scrapped the metal­lic idea. Pictures just did­n’t seem to fit well in it. I actu­al­ly have the final design done and cre­at­ed in html for­mat. It allows for a bet­ter for­mat­ting of con­tent, though it will take me more work. I’m not com­plete­ly sure if I’m sat­is­fied with it, but it will prob­a­bly have to do since I gen­er­al­ly have lit­tle con­tent to work with.

Sometimes I start think­ing, and then I real­ize what a fuck­ing idiot I am, and that thought just sticks in my head. That hap­pened for most of today.

I have to set up two lap­tops for these high up execs at work. One of them actu­al­ly made a com­plaint about me and Aaron to my boss before. It’s hard to work for some­one with this kind of his­to­ry, but some­how I can just grin and bear it. I think that being sto­ic is some­thing that I’ve learned very well from my child­hood. An alarm went off in the build­ing too, and we had to evac­u­ate. My boss asked me if I want­ed to get some beer and piz­za, but I told him that I had too much work to do. The temp­ta­tion was almost too great.

I’ve gen­er­al­ly been neglect­ing my eat­ing habits and my sleep­ing habits, and my school­work, even though I half-resolved not to. It’s good to know that no one cares. At least it’s hon­est. I know that I need much more bal­ance in my life, and I think that it’s some­thing I can achieve. It’s just been so hard with every­thing going on. Pat thinks that I should take a week off work. After all, it’s the rea­son why he quit the job in the first place. But he had a high main­te­nance girl­friend, and I had a neg­a­tive main­te­nance one at the time.

There just seems to be so much rea­son for me to stay awake late at night.