sing when you're winning thirty-three rounds per minute

Today the sun shines. I have earned money for stuffing envelopes, am shortly headed to jujitsu and thence to climbing, and tomorrow is Do Not Go Out day. (All that green shit becomes tedious and annoying after a while. I will stay in and catch up on my Greek. And my other work. And my videogame.)

I'm typing this from a bench in the lee of a marble pillar under one of the cupolas of the domes of the college Museum Building, and the quietness of the place makes me think I should come in here in the evening more often. There is something very refreshing about being surrounded by architectural grace in the old, exuberantly restrained neo-Classical style. (Palladian? I do not know my architecture after 300 CE.)

Yesterday I bought a new wool jumper, a burnt orange colour with a high zip neck. I'm wearing it now, and I am unreasonably happy with it. (I shouldn't have spent the money, but, well. Sometimes you have to live a little.)

Soon I should probably write up all the books I have read and neglected to mention in the last several weeks. My reading has slowed down significantly: I suspect this is an inevitable consequence of research. Or of life, one or the other.

And now to depart. Au revoir, internets.

sing when you're winning thirty-three rounds per minute

Today the sun shines. I have earned money for stuffing envelopes, am shortly headed to jujitsu and thence to climbing, and tomorrow is Do Not Go Out day. (All that green shit becomes tedious and annoying after a while. I will stay in and catch up on my Greek. And my other work. And my videogame.)

I'm typing this from a bench in the lee of a marble pillar under one of the cupolas of the domes of the college Museum Building, and the quietness of the place makes me think I should come in here in the evening more often. There is something very refreshing about being surrounded by architectural grace in the old, exuberantly restrained neo-Classical style. (Palladian? I do not know my architecture after 300 CE.)

Yesterday I bought a new wool jumper, a burnt orange colour with a high zip neck. I'm wearing it now, and I am unreasonably happy with it. (I shouldn't have spent the money, but, well. Sometimes you have to live a little.)

Soon I should probably write up all the books I have read and neglected to mention in the last several weeks. My reading has slowed down significantly: I suspect this is an inevitable consequence of research. Or of life, one or the other.

And now to depart. Au revoir, internets.