Caitlín R. Kiernan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
greygirlbeast) wrote2010-01-01 12:54 pm
greygirlbeast) wrote2010-01-01 12:54 pm
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2010, whether we like it or not.
There was absolutely nothing whatsoever remarkable about last night. At midnight (ET, 1 a.m. CaST), Spooky and I sat in the front parlor and listened to the snowbound silence. The city seemed all but dead. I could hear music playing in another house nearby, but that was it.
The snow is with us. There may be more today and tonight.
I had one of my rare migraines all day and night yesterday, which made me pretty much useless. I did try to get some reading done, more of Alan Weisman's The World Without Us and a paper in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology on the ankylosaurid Dyoplosaurus acutosquameus. We watched more episodes of Fringe. It was not a New Year's Eve to write home about. Or even to blog about.
I continue to be pleased with many of the answers I'm getting to that question I posed night before last: If you had me alone, locked up in your house, for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me/you/us do? If you've not yet replied, there's still lots of time. Just follow this link. Blow my mind. Or whatever.
Neil tweeted last night, to ask why I wasn't at Amanda's Boston Pops' show, and I blamed the snow. But I begin to think the agoraphobia is becoming something to be reckoned with, especially when you toss in the unpredictability of the seizures. This isn't what I had in mind when I left the South. I had in mind actually going places and seeing people again. Maybe I shall, in this new year....
Oh, I did take a few rather crappy photographs yesterday, when we went out to the market. But at least they give you an idea:
Looking east, towards Dexter Training Grounds.
View to the east, Dexter Training Grounds.
Looking north up Brook Street; we'd stopped at the liquor store.
Snow in the branches on Brook Street. View to the west.
Looking out the window of the front parlor.
Look! More snowy branches! And power lines! And even rooftops! Wow!
All photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kernan.
The snow is with us. There may be more today and tonight.
I had one of my rare migraines all day and night yesterday, which made me pretty much useless. I did try to get some reading done, more of Alan Weisman's The World Without Us and a paper in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology on the ankylosaurid Dyoplosaurus acutosquameus. We watched more episodes of Fringe. It was not a New Year's Eve to write home about. Or even to blog about.
I continue to be pleased with many of the answers I'm getting to that question I posed night before last: If you had me alone, locked up in your house, for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me/you/us do? If you've not yet replied, there's still lots of time. Just follow this link. Blow my mind. Or whatever.
Neil tweeted last night, to ask why I wasn't at Amanda's Boston Pops' show, and I blamed the snow. But I begin to think the agoraphobia is becoming something to be reckoned with, especially when you toss in the unpredictability of the seizures. This isn't what I had in mind when I left the South. I had in mind actually going places and seeing people again. Maybe I shall, in this new year....
Oh, I did take a few rather crappy photographs yesterday, when we went out to the market. But at least they give you an idea:
Looking east, towards Dexter Training Grounds.
View to the east, Dexter Training Grounds.
Looking north up Brook Street; we'd stopped at the liquor store.
Snow in the branches on Brook Street. View to the west.
Looking out the window of the front parlor.
Look! More snowy branches! And power lines! And even rooftops! Wow!
All photographs Copyright © 2009 by Caitlín R. Kernan.
Re: Some sunshine for you
Thank you. I have now had my "What the fuck?" moment of the day.
A google translation of the lyrics then, which probably make less sense, but more poetry.
I tend arms
One day a friend
We will return
But I already
Sing for you
Oh sun sun sun sun sun sun
Oh sun sun sun sun sun sun
Just go out last night
And the winter will go
Come you who made the rain
A large bonfire
It is expected that you
Awake
Oh sun sun sun sun sun sun
Oh sun sun sun sun sun sun
(ad lib)