May 21st, 2003

run the fuck away

The rains shall fall...

...and the waters shall rise, and all the men of the earth shall be drowned. In my apartment at least. God had a tantrum, and chose to flood out the entirety of the back room, when a waste water pipe burst. I don't know what the damage is like, but deliriumcrow was home, and said that her sewing machine was hit, as well as some fabric (but fortunately, the good fabric was in rubbermaid bins). I feel like metaphorge, what with that hole in the cieling of his bathroom and all. This is the third or fourth time we've had a pipe leak, though the first time it was a waste water pipe.

Meanwhile, it's an Oracle Fundamentals three day class for the rest of the week. Then vacation next week, and then...

Oblivion. No plans are settled beyond that. None, save that Cate will end up in SUNY New Plotz by the start of the fall semester.

I'm feeling a left field solution coming on, one of those random, "This should not have worked" ways of dealing with things. That's how everything I've succeded at has worked.
run the fuck away

Old Home Week...

I made a joke about my recent run of old home weeks, from running into people I hadn't seen since High School (Shi-nae) or college (Rich), and a student replied, "What does that mean? Could mean something."

I think it does. I think these returns are coming from my growing comfort with my past. I find myself occasionally thinking on it, and remembering with a degree of nostolgia. Not nearly so interesting at what's coming up, but having a past gives you a springboard to dive off of, which means you'll have so much more air before you slam into the bottom of the empty pool.

Shit, that was supposed to be optimistic. Oh, and dude, that pic I threw in Fotola last night, "Ascension"? I really like that one more and more. Schway.