2003-08-04 - 3:54 p.m.
Ha HA! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our greatest weapon is surprise. Surprise and fear. Our two greatest . . .
Yes, I am updating again, and a season hasn't turned. Shows my ambition. I think it is mostly to keep up the facade that someone besides the people who see me every week read this, and take heart knowing that nothing really changes around me, otehr than everything. The situations remain the same while the cast keeps changing. It isn't true, but it sounds poetic.
Things that are the same: I still spend most of my time at New College. I work 40ish hours a week. I am almost never at home, or easy to get a hold of. I have just celebrated a two year anniversary. I have a healthy sex life. I read like a snail, and want to do far more than there are hours in the day. I miss people I used to know, and miss them being the people I knew. This isn't too powerful, but sometimes it plays in the back of my head like a bad seventies song about nostalgia. I still am a leading member of the C.R.A.F.T. club (which stands for: Can't Remember A F**king Thing) (A lack of memory when combined with nostalgia makes for a really interesting mix, like chartreuse over ice.
Things that are different: I enjoy having my job, and I haven't changed it for a year. I have given up first years (thank god, my tastes are starting to catch up with my age). I am content with my romantic relationships, and even comfortable (though not toooo comfortable). Things look like they will continue to get better (I let you know in a month or six).
So this weekend was a two year anniversary celebrated in style with everyone I care for (in the intensive case of the phrase) involved at some point. Masse Date for lunch and dinner, at a great hamburger joint for lunch, and sushi for dinner. We watched Secretary in the afternoon. Dinner was concluded with the sky opening up on us, just as we got to the car. Saturday was shopping and relaxing. Sunday was punctuated by roleplaying. It was a wonderful weekend.
This weekend should be an interesting mixture of bliss and miss. Love is going out of town, which is tragic, but I will get to spend record amounts of time with Ophidia, which is wonderful near beyond words, and certainly beyond concise-ness.
Other than that I feel the flimsy threads of the past crumbling and unwinding as they provide the materials necessary for weaving the future, which toches me with a bit of sadness, but a future is more important to me than the past (not to mention it is easier for me to adjust and hold onto, cause I can always cast it further forward, whereas the past is always drifting further back, encapsulated in Amber.) So yes, you get my gnomic philosophizing and an update, ha haha, the vengeance of my twisted mind.
So I mentioned that I was pursueing limited set of goals, and I will give you them, and I will even tell you I am adding to them, thus defeating their purpose (but not making them irrelevant yet.) I am focussing on sewing, photography, health, cooking, cleaning. Something else I think is supposed to be there. My addition is to try to add time to the friends that are whithering in the lack of it. Friends are great, especially when you actually spend time with them. All my fun unfortunately comes at a loss of time with me. Course if I weren't with my loved ones as much as I am, I wouldn't really be useful to them any way. Ahh, the dance of time. I just need to master the klein cube, and learn time travel in many directions. Gotta go and do more stuff. Write again as soon as I remember to.
