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Apr. 11th, 2009 07:01 pmMoments of perfection...
I'm sitting in my big comfy chair in the living room, gazing out the sliding glass doors at the view of the Sound, which was my main reason for renting this apartment and which continues to make the other aggravations of the place all worth it. The sky is several dozen different shades of grey, and evening is slowly coming on, but we're far enough into spring that it's still fully light here after 7 p.m.
I'm typing this entry on my brand-spanking-new netbook, and oh, god, I should be and AM so ashamed of yielding to gross consumerism and tech-lust, but dammit, there were all these people at MJ who had netbooks, and -- just -- so wee! So light! So adorable!
(I had an intensely aggravating day of trying to figure out why my wee adorable netbook would not fucking CONNECT TO THE WIRELESS ROUTER -- debugging networking glitches is one of the less enjoyable ways to spend a springtime Saturday -- but now all is well and all is forgiven.)
So, anyway, yes, evening coming on, a sweet new piece of tech in my lap, a glass of red wine at hand, a Flashpoint episode on the DVR, the new Paul Theroux book to read (Ghost Train to the Eastern Star -- a re-travelling of the general route he took, thirty-some years ago, in The Great Railway Bazaar). I've only just started it and though there's some good stuff on travel, there's even more and better (by my lights) on aging, time, change, memory.
I have an entry partly written on Muskrat Jamboree, what a fine time I had, and the things that I enjoyed most about it (which can be summarized as friends/Boston/fun). May get it posted sometime soon, but no guarantees; I will say that I came back with the most wonderful and restorative upwelling of good cheer, which has not been significantly deflated by the week's various annoyances.
Oh, and because it seems obligatory to state one's position and status vis-a-vis Dreamwidth: I'm over there now on Open ID as katallison.livejournal.com, would welcome an invite if anyone has spares but am also fine with waiting until the end of April, am in no hurry to flee LJ but will probably cross-post for a while and see how things trend. Folks seem variously excited and distressed about the whole new hegira that seems to be gathering speed, but this seems far, far less radical a change than when everyone went from mailing lists to LJ. My sense is that, at worst, I'll end up with two places to go and see what's up with my friends, rather than one, and that's certainly something I can deal with.
I'm sitting in my big comfy chair in the living room, gazing out the sliding glass doors at the view of the Sound, which was my main reason for renting this apartment and which continues to make the other aggravations of the place all worth it. The sky is several dozen different shades of grey, and evening is slowly coming on, but we're far enough into spring that it's still fully light here after 7 p.m.
I'm typing this entry on my brand-spanking-new netbook, and oh, god, I should be and AM so ashamed of yielding to gross consumerism and tech-lust, but dammit, there were all these people at MJ who had netbooks, and -- just -- so wee! So light! So adorable!
(I had an intensely aggravating day of trying to figure out why my wee adorable netbook would not fucking CONNECT TO THE WIRELESS ROUTER -- debugging networking glitches is one of the less enjoyable ways to spend a springtime Saturday -- but now all is well and all is forgiven.)
So, anyway, yes, evening coming on, a sweet new piece of tech in my lap, a glass of red wine at hand, a Flashpoint episode on the DVR, the new Paul Theroux book to read (Ghost Train to the Eastern Star -- a re-travelling of the general route he took, thirty-some years ago, in The Great Railway Bazaar). I've only just started it and though there's some good stuff on travel, there's even more and better (by my lights) on aging, time, change, memory.
I have an entry partly written on Muskrat Jamboree, what a fine time I had, and the things that I enjoyed most about it (which can be summarized as friends/Boston/fun). May get it posted sometime soon, but no guarantees; I will say that I came back with the most wonderful and restorative upwelling of good cheer, which has not been significantly deflated by the week's various annoyances.
Oh, and because it seems obligatory to state one's position and status vis-a-vis Dreamwidth: I'm over there now on Open ID as katallison.livejournal.com, would welcome an invite if anyone has spares but am also fine with waiting until the end of April, am in no hurry to flee LJ but will probably cross-post for a while and see how things trend. Folks seem variously excited and distressed about the whole new hegira that seems to be gathering speed, but this seems far, far less radical a change than when everyone went from mailing lists to LJ. My sense is that, at worst, I'll end up with two places to go and see what's up with my friends, rather than one, and that's certainly something I can deal with.