The Deception of the Thrush

Oh, well, I don't know how to fill the space today. But I'm about to see my last post disappear into the archives and it seems like a cop out to simply change the archiving settings. What do I tell you about? I'm not doing anything particularly interesting. I can start to feel September and I'm happy about that; I can tell that there are differences in the spectrum of sunlight and spaces seem more white-ish than yellow-ish now. I am increasingly oblivious to current events. By the time I learned of Rehnquist's death there were already headlines speculating on his replacement, the news of his passing already yesterday's story. Something about the New Orleans hurricane aftermath has unfortunately brought out the cynic in me; it is best that I don't go into it. Just imagine a rant about a city whose culture invited all sorts of tourists seeking libertine escapism, but who suffers from that culture in the end...? Anyways, as I said, best not to go into it. My data are not good. This is one of those 'garden of gesthemane' moments (to be melodramatic) that they promise to all graduate students. Nothing is working. They say it gets better. I am reading the Brothers Karamazov. My god is this a fantastic book. Yay Dostoyevsky. I am contemplating whether or not to run in a 10K. I've run in 5K's, but not yet 10K's, and I'm not sure if I'm up for it.

so, that what's going on with me right now. there you go.