I have enjoyed writing

since about the eighth grade. (Eighth is an odd one, isn't it?)

Mrs. Ellington, I believe, is the one who really set it off. Also, September 11, 2001 had its impact on my young mind. A growing dislike of mathematics figured in as well.

When I wrote things, Mrs. Ellington made it sound like it was the most brilliant thing she'd ever heard (or read) in her entire life. Having looked back over some of that old stuff, I know better, but she may never know the impact that she had on me - just little bursts of confidence that made me feel that people might care about what I had to say. Egotism galore. You've got to have it if you think anyone's going to give a damn about what you've got to say.

There are so many books around today. Perhaps there are too many. But I can't seem to quash this bug.

It's coming along.

When I was younger

I had a deep love for the sky and all the treasures it held. I decided to be an astronomer when I grew up.

Then I found out that they had to use complex math. I once again found myself without a career path.

But I still love looking.

It's a matter of

beauty and sensuality. The entire scene, bottles, guitars, humming and chirping, beautiful nighttime, beautiful dreaming nighttime and shivers.

Everybody, pay attention.

I'm two for two in outdoor napping for the last two days! Spring is finally here!!!

And even more exciting - Columbia has ripped up the lawn blankets on the two main lawns giving everyone more space to run and jump and play and, in my case, sleep. I smelled freshly cut grass today for the first time in months. Amazing how we can keep track of all that sensory input.

Amazing how spring is so great! And what timing - it's the weekend!

Just a few hours ago

I was sleeping on the landing strip in front of Butler. The weather was so lovely. The temperature was perfect - cool, but not cold. I could feel the sun on my face. The grass was gorgeous, and kept peering over the edge of the pages of Hannah Arendt's The Human Condition. The view from way down is incredible - green, spindly, a crazy swoop up into blue.

In spite of the beautiful weather

I feel that this is going to be a rather stinky sort of day.

I will miss you, outside.

If you brush your teeth

and leave the water on, you deserve to be deprived of the stuff, you wasteful bastard.