Talking About Winter

I edit how I like. The notebooks I kept (when I kept them) had more torn-out pages than remaining filled out ones. 70 Sheet Notebooks were reduced to a lousy 30 pages--

SO it will be with this non-ink, non-flesh and blood material thing. I kind of resent that about internet things, nothing to hold in your hands. Just some QWERTY crap. (Although my keyboard here is elegant: black on slightly rounded black keys.)

I feel whelmingly (?) aware and awake tonight. Sick and it's snowy outside, but somehow that's softening everything along the edges.

Commercial break (ruins everything): one of the best presents ever received: http://www.forlifedesign.com/wholeleaf/280.html# (in orange)--'sides the mini-chess set from Hawaii (distinctly defined profiled pieces!)

How did this get to be about marketing and presents and dear lord.

Start here again:
I feel whelmingly (?) aware and awake tonight. Sick and it's snowy outside, but somehow that's softening everything along the edges.

I like that I can't take winter. I get the worst lobster-red windburn, my knuckles get so white that they look translucent. Walking through the unploughed no-man's land between the main streets and where houses start in thick Arctic Explorer boots--it's like running on beach sand in rain boots. Wildly inefficient. I like the necessary cocktail of tights/legwarmers/boots. I always feel like there's more purpose and intent in going out in some hell-froze-over weather.

A toast to winter. you bitch, you got me sick with your chills, stealth black-ice, and more wind. Love you.