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SOAR HIGHER, LORD MERCURY
Jan. 12th, 2006 11:52 pm'Twas downright balmy here in the Finger Lakes today -- safely into the 50s, which for early/mid January is pretty much unheard of. Took my first lengthy outdoors walk of the year today, which usually doesn't happen until early March at the earliest. Unseasonable warmth tends to give the spirits a boost; I'm as prone to seasonal-affective malaise as anyone else. (I'm wondering what it's like to live in Seattle right now, with some 24-25 straight days of rain. Other than damp, anyway.)
Of course, part of the malaise is all the bundling one has to do in cold and snow -- it can make one feel heavy and awkward, and when one is already heavy and awkward, well ... Anyway, when you can set out in a light-spring jacket, you feel that much freer.
Tomorrow's supposed to be even balmier, cracking the 60-degree barrier. A few days later, the cold and snow are to return, but I'll take this little respites as they come.
All the reports from GAFilk make me feel like I was there, and to wish I had been. One of these years, I'll have to add GAFilk to the Yearly Convention Barbie. But FilKONtario looms on the far horizon, at least. Hope to see some of ya'll there.
Words: Canto 3 of Don Juan. Byron was brilliant -- by turns darkly satiric, immensely funny, deeply evocative, and suddently reflective and profound. Sometimes all of the above within a couple eight-line stanzas. Dotted with plenty of amusingly self-indulgent slaps at contemporaries he didn't like (Southey, Wordsworth, Coleridge, etc.) Good stuff.
Sounds & Images: I Sing the Body Acoustic (Joe Giacoio)
State O'Mind: Seasonly Unaffected (though in about as much Disorder as always)
Of course, part of the malaise is all the bundling one has to do in cold and snow -- it can make one feel heavy and awkward, and when one is already heavy and awkward, well ... Anyway, when you can set out in a light-spring jacket, you feel that much freer.
Tomorrow's supposed to be even balmier, cracking the 60-degree barrier. A few days later, the cold and snow are to return, but I'll take this little respites as they come.
All the reports from GAFilk make me feel like I was there, and to wish I had been. One of these years, I'll have to add GAFilk to the Yearly Convention Barbie. But FilKONtario looms on the far horizon, at least. Hope to see some of ya'll there.
Words: Canto 3 of Don Juan. Byron was brilliant -- by turns darkly satiric, immensely funny, deeply evocative, and suddently reflective and profound. Sometimes all of the above within a couple eight-line stanzas. Dotted with plenty of amusingly self-indulgent slaps at contemporaries he didn't like (Southey, Wordsworth, Coleridge, etc.) Good stuff.
Sounds & Images: I Sing the Body Acoustic (Joe Giacoio)
State O'Mind: Seasonly Unaffected (though in about as much Disorder as always)
