So why the silence? Well... I'd like to say that it was because of a request from someone to remove certain bits from here that made me less motivated to write (it involved reading through posts and finding bits and taking them off, which I was entirely willing to do... but reading through these posts is just... well... depressing. Here I am writing crap and leaving it out there... most of it is thoughtless omphaloskeptic junk. Of course, my indulgent friends (Thank you, indulgent friends.) not only do not mind reading crap, but enjoy reading crap so as to keep up with what's been going on with me. Anyway, I never did get around to editing the posts... all I did was find the posts and saved them as drafts so they're not published. So there is still this thing (of editing) that is left me to do... which I don't feel like doing... which has resulted in my not wanting to bother even logging in... but nevermind that. I'm here.)... but really... I have been insanely busy. I'm busy at work (doing my undefined job with its undefined tasks, which I can without any facetiousness say are worthwhile and fascinating)... and I'm busy with school (two courses this semester... one fun one... one totally not fun one, taught by an economist, even though it isn't an economy course... which, btw, I can't stand. At least in the English department, we *admitted* to making shit up... economy is supposedly based on "the rational person"... well... guess what... such person does not exist... we're all driven by guilt and spite and not logic. And we're never going to ever hold 18 things constant to give us an opportunity to tweak the 19th to result in a change in the 20th.)... and I also went away for 10 days over Christmas in Edmonton (mon dieu qu'il faisait froid!) and more recently 8 days in Hawaii (lovely and temperate, as a friend aptly stole from a hack.).

This you see here is a turtle that was hanging out at YO-257... which is a USS Navy Ship that they sank off of Honolulu for the tourist submarines to look at... in the same shipwreck... there were two white tip reef sharks sleeping... which we woke up... oops!
Moving along... I am now still corresponding with t's parents. This is getting a little bit weird... especially since I haven't exchanged a single word with t since New Years Eve... when he sent me a text message saying "Happy New Year!"... and I did the same. But... because I have been so incredibly busy, I haven't had any time to ruminate on its weirdness... which suits me just fine. Except now I'm THREE e-mails behind with his mom... and I'm feeling like I really should get on it.... this is really odd... because I'm one e-mail behind with ULTE2, one e-mail behind with Karen, several e-mails behind with many other friends... and somehow I'm not feeling the urgency of writing to my own long-time friends. Someone please throw something hard and heavy at my head.
Things here are the same as ever... except things do tend to progress despite the total lack of effort. I recently found myself drinking beer and watching television with ULTE1 for two nights in a row. This is excessively strange... given that I neither drink beer nor watch television on my own (so much so, in fact, that he had to explain television to me. You see, when you don't know anything about anything in the world of popular culture... irony is completely lost... and contemporary television is all irony, all the time.).... I ran into him at the parking lot at Cox Bay today. I do not know what is wrong with me... but I just can't be appropriately social with certain people in the parking lot... strangers are fine... I can be super chatty... but ULTE1? I was bordering on rude. I don't know what's wrong with me... but I just can't figure out how to behave in front of his people.... I didn't even really want to acknowledge that I knew him... but that's due entirely to the fact that I don't know his people.... the ones I know are fine... but the ones I don't... I'd sooner pretend I don't know ULTE1 at all... well... I guess it's time for more omphaloskepsis...
I've gotta get to work...
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