icebound stream

Deeply meditative walk from the #6 bus stop back to my dorm. Staying on a street too long, a typically frightening area deserted, watching 1:27AM appear on the bus scroll next to 60th Street and feeling both awake and at peace. The bus was almost empty. The January rain was nice, too; not too insistent. Somehow unassuming, gentle but steady. The lights staining everything orange. The concrete active as raindrops spark the ground. My impenetrable boots, out of place scarf, hat, and mittens. Music in my head. Looking through windows and seeing bookshelves and posters. Someone in the house across the courtyard is watching TV in the Salisbury lounge. It's quiet here, and dark in my room, and I am content.

(But not completely content. The seasonal inappropriateness is painful - I feel like we're all embarking on some new period in our history. Like we've finally gained the power to ruin the world, and for the first time are actually feeling the effects. And instead of seeing it as alarming, a beginning of an end, people are embracing it because warm weather is comfortable. It seems so... disturbingly American. Fast food and drive-through church and the joy of that silly "global warming". Maybe when New York City is underwater, it'll warrant some action.

Admittedly strange, depressing segue. I watched Jesus Camp last night and so feel very unnerved. I'm a little afraid that people's faith in God will destroy everyone. Not so absurd a fear if you watch the movie. Please, Evangelical-in-tongue-speakers: Return to sanity. Preserve the rest of humanity. Now back to non-doom-filled topics.)

I spent the earlier part of the night with Upekha and Kay in the latter's apartment on MI Avenue. We made (debatable) cookies, from a bag (adding an egg and butter - domestic divas that we are) and proceeded to have a very girly night. Which is necessary every so often. No nail polish or hair-braiding, but plenty girls-only otherwise.

I really enjoy weekends lately. Actually, I've been rapidly losing interest in the weeks (bad). But I can't sleep past 10ish in the morning.

(Grammatical note: I am plagued with confusion about what to do regarding parenthetical statements and periods. I believe the period belongs within the PS, but if there's only one word, just an aside, I don't right doing it. Sad grammar issue.)

My fixation right now is the music of Laura Veirs. It's not exactly a new one, but I've fallen into it as a solo musical obsession a few times this school year. "Cast A Hook in Me" (which is available for listening on her myspace) is one of my favorites. As well as Spelunking, and Galaxies (oddly mesmerizing video here).

Mmn. 2:58AM.