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Jan. 25th, 2004 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ktroni went walking when dave left tonight. i love the weather like this, the cool but not-too-cold strong wind... it reminds me of days as a little kid when my two best friends and i used to rush in and grab umbrellas, then run around like maniacs in the yard with them, hoping the mary poppins effect would finally take hold.
it still makes me feel a bit like anything can happen. even if winding up with tangly hair is the most likely outcome.
it's been a good weekend overall. i guess i missed the more exciting parts of the party friday night, but i enjoyed what i was awake for. was i the only one there who didn't get kissed? not that i'm upset, just curious. spent saturday a bit hung over, but that's to be expected. and i was more or less over it by the time dave got off work and drove here. then i finally got to meet zoe -- who's every bit as cute as promised -- and see her daddy for the first time in ages, plus hang out with john and angie and some of the folks brent brought along from chattavegas to celebrate john's untimely unemployment over 'chos (add an "na" to the front if you don't know the mexican...). today, dave and i did a whole lot of lazing around. reading, throwing in the unlabelled video tapes i took from mom's huge movie collection hoping to stumble on something watchable...
i finished the latest installment in orson scott card's shadow series... or i assume it's the latest. i envy him his invisible prose -- so style-free that the lack of style is a style. i always fly through those books, it's so easy to forget i'm reading and let the imagery take hold. i reread one of the original ender books in french translation when i was trying to quickly up my reading speed to be able to keep up in my classes over there, and it's one of the few where i can honestly say that the language didn't make much difference. i also envy him his earnestness... i don't know how to explain that, exactly. he can write bitter, sarcastic, cynical characters, but there's none of that underneath. i guess the best way to describe it is as an honest striving to understand the world around him as wisely as he can while keeping his belief in love, god, etc. i can't do any such thing -- the skepticism runs too deep -- but i highly respect it when i see others who can.
i should quit rambling and go sleep.
it still makes me feel a bit like anything can happen. even if winding up with tangly hair is the most likely outcome.
it's been a good weekend overall. i guess i missed the more exciting parts of the party friday night, but i enjoyed what i was awake for. was i the only one there who didn't get kissed? not that i'm upset, just curious. spent saturday a bit hung over, but that's to be expected. and i was more or less over it by the time dave got off work and drove here. then i finally got to meet zoe -- who's every bit as cute as promised -- and see her daddy for the first time in ages, plus hang out with john and angie and some of the folks brent brought along from chattavegas to celebrate john's untimely unemployment over 'chos (add an "na" to the front if you don't know the mexican...). today, dave and i did a whole lot of lazing around. reading, throwing in the unlabelled video tapes i took from mom's huge movie collection hoping to stumble on something watchable...
i finished the latest installment in orson scott card's shadow series... or i assume it's the latest. i envy him his invisible prose -- so style-free that the lack of style is a style. i always fly through those books, it's so easy to forget i'm reading and let the imagery take hold. i reread one of the original ender books in french translation when i was trying to quickly up my reading speed to be able to keep up in my classes over there, and it's one of the few where i can honestly say that the language didn't make much difference. i also envy him his earnestness... i don't know how to explain that, exactly. he can write bitter, sarcastic, cynical characters, but there's none of that underneath. i guess the best way to describe it is as an honest striving to understand the world around him as wisely as he can while keeping his belief in love, god, etc. i can't do any such thing -- the skepticism runs too deep -- but i highly respect it when i see others who can.
i should quit rambling and go sleep.
