Global Warming

We've been having unseasonably warm weather. It was nearly 68 degrees out on December 1st and today is clear, but all that is due to end tomorrow, when the first snowstorm of the season is expected to hit Boston. I'm rather unsuspecting when it comes to things like earthquakes, hurricanes, tornados, nor'easters, blizzards, polonium-210 and terrorist attacks. It's always a shock when my parents call to tell me that, "everyone's fine," because I am rarely aware that an ice storm had knocked out power all across their city, and consequently that my father's homework was stuck under a tree. My next apartment may have to include a television, or I'll have to become more accustomed to using the computer when I'm at home.



In an anti-graphomanic frenzy, I've finished going through the archives and have removed most of the, "Today, I got up and scratched myself," posts. I did preserve some of my thesis-era manic ranting as a contextual record of the summer that culminated in a morning where I woke up and spent half an hour wandering around MIT, convinced that I was dead. It isn't pretty, but that's my (partially) examined life.

But I spent enough time on this that it looks like I may not be able to get over to Harvard in time to get tickets to see 'Inland Empire' and David Lynch at the Brattle. To the velocipede!