As videos, the quality is pathetic, but the essence of them is a tribute to my fond memories of you taking us to the airports for fly-ins and places like that. I couldn't resist taking a couple of videos of this. I wished you were there with me. It was a sunny, windy day, about like the days of most fly-ins when I was a kid. The noise on the videos is the wind, I swear. It's not me blowing on the camera. Thanks again for the fun!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
The snow was pretty today. It makes me want to watch Donovan's Reef and
Christmas in Connecticut. But the lure of 100+ pages of homework reading was stronger, so I bundled up and read on Grandma's porch swing.
To me, falling snow makes the world feel reverent, and even a little bit sanctified. Maybe it's the whiteness and the cleanness, or perhaps the stillness.
Christmas in Connecticut. But the lure of 100+ pages of homework reading was stronger, so I bundled up and read on Grandma's porch swing.
To me, falling snow makes the world feel reverent, and even a little bit sanctified. Maybe it's the whiteness and the cleanness, or perhaps the stillness. Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The Unchartered
The school's library is a big, wandering building. The delights of complete exploration will be postponed until the winter makes studying outside impossible.
On my way to the third floor, I passed an area which was under remodeling. My attention was caught by one of the workmen who bore an uncanny resemblance to my old landlord. I'm afraid I stared. But he didn't notice. As it was, the resemblance ended at the facial similarity. The man was intently repairing something.
As shown above, in the first floor of the building hangs a sign that reads, "General Books." What on earth can that mean? I can only suppose this means that a book found therein would not contain any specific information at all, as opposed to books which are actually about things. I'm amazed that so many books should have been published without subjects, and without even being able to be classified into the normal categories of fiction, nonfiction, or reference!
On the way from the building, I saw a young university employee seated at a desk. His hair was black, curly, and shiny. He was well-dressed, lean, and extremely kempt.
This university seems to attract an unusually large helping of such "metro"-looking men. (I hope this reference is not offensive to my readers. Metro is an expression which has come into usage in American slang in the last decade or so. It refers to men who indulge themselves very much in caring for their appearance, to the point where many assume on appearance that these men must be gay. "Metro" is short for another slang word,"metrosexual," a reference to the fact that these gentlemen seem so self-absorbed that it is sometimes superfluous and to speculate whether they are hetrosexual or homosexual.)
However, I don't recall having seen any Metro Men around here talking to girls. Usually they are in conversation with or walking with another Metro Man. Two possible explanations come to mind. One of these possibilities is that these men rest assured that their attractiveness is too far superior to any available girl. Bless their hearts.
I was sitting in Taco Bell one afternoon when two young Metro Men came in together. There they met another Metro Man, hugged, and one complimented another with "you look so hot!" The handsome blond one redeemed himself from both possible suspicions by checking me out.
They were speaking perfectly loud in a public place, so I couldn't help overhearing one of the others inquire about "any cute girls around here?" He was therefore cleared from one suspicion. The third Metro Man responded, "There were a bunch here last year, but they moved. But it didn't matter because they all thought they were [too good for anybody.]"
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