Thud.

Today, I suppose, is Sunreturn, the day when the days actually begin to lengthen. That's a day I can celebrate. (Okay, really I just missed the solstice.) The announcement that HP#6 will arrive this summer fills me with intense dread.

Finished classwork on Thursday afternoon, and today marks the end of seven straight 6+ hour days in retail. Straight from the one into the other. Leaving tomorrow to visit parents in NoVa, and possibly other people as well, but not very many since I have to be back for another round of work on the 28th lasting through at least the first of the year and probably on for longer. I imagine I'll take a day or two off somewhere in there, and then really seriously get down to work cleaning/unpacking/finishing my room. I should also get my schedule for next semester set.

Bs and Cs for grades, which makes me feel like I fought this semester to a draw. Perhaps I'll do better next time. Went postal on Monday and got everything sent out, and it might even make it to its destinations by Xmas.

Tons of thoughts colliding in my head lately about permanence, and what MilBrat syndrome has actually meant for me. The words flow, and they spill over into other words, and run to places that I'm not quite prepared to go yet.

Blue Man Group's The Complex is quite possibly the finest rock album ever recorded. And Kind of Blue beats A Love Supreme all to heck.

from platypusgirl

Ask me and I'll give you five questions to answer in your own journal. You know the drill.

1. Are you glad you've gone back to school?

Lord, yes. Finishing something I started ten years ago. Making myself theoretically employable. Meeting interesting people (professors mostly, but a couple of classmates have been not wastes of flesh). Despite the hell of design lab I am eminently glad to have gone back to school.

2. Have you ever done anything in life that you've truly regretted?

Hm. I used to regret not taking AP CompSci in high school; if I'd done that, a lot of career-related things would've turned out a lot differently. It's not something that bothers me now, though.
There's nothing specific that I really regret: I tend to float through life, and regrets would tie me down to something. I'll beat myself up over bad decisions for ages but that's not quite the same thing.

3. What is your fondest memory from Blacksburg?

Doing laundry late at night and arguing about the existence of objective reality. There really isn't anything that can compare to it.

4. Is there anyone who has wandered out of your life that you wish would wander back in?

A couple of friends from very very long ago. The chances of this happening are roughly one in six billion, so it doesn't keep me up at night.
There are several people I'd like to keep in closer contact with, but oh well.

5. Can you recommend a few good authors for me to check out - my reading has lately consisted of rereading?

Gene Wolfe if you're wanting to have to put some thought into it. I'd start with Book of the Long Sun (sci-fi) or maybe The Wizard Knight (fantasy). Patricia Wrede is good lighter stuff, especially the Enchanted Forest Chronicles (Dealing with Dragons, etc) and Sorcery and Cecilia. Emma Bull and John M. Ford are both good but most of their books are OoP. Neil Gaiman, of course, and Tim Powers. And read Agyar by Steven Brust if you haven't yet.