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That's it. No more internet for a while, and no more writing other than articles for thesis.
I'm gonna dogsit Vinnie for a week, he's an Italian greyhound, which is good, because people tire me.
The geek is at a tournament judging, which is a pity, because I'm not tired of him, and this last week has been insanely busy, so the passing out on top of eachother like two cave rats (because of the cold) at night has been the closest to contact.
I missed some of my friends these last couple of days. You know...the kind of people that get you, who communicate in a normal way. And...I miss my language. Back in the days it was my best asset and weapon, now I sometimes feel trapped in a corner, mute. Morten called the other day, and shit, I almost got teary eyed at how great it felt to have a common language again.
Colorado is fine though, it's just certain situations that trigger a bit of this feeling, it should pass pretty fast. I have just made a bad impersonation of this old spanish dude on an old horse, fighting windmills.
Ah fuck it, maybe I'll give in and we turn up the heat a little, it's so damn cold my fingers are stiff.
I'm gonna dogsit Vinnie for a week, he's an Italian greyhound, which is good, because people tire me.
The geek is at a tournament judging, which is a pity, because I'm not tired of him, and this last week has been insanely busy, so the passing out on top of eachother like two cave rats (because of the cold) at night has been the closest to contact.
I missed some of my friends these last couple of days. You know...the kind of people that get you, who communicate in a normal way. And...I miss my language. Back in the days it was my best asset and weapon, now I sometimes feel trapped in a corner, mute. Morten called the other day, and shit, I almost got teary eyed at how great it felt to have a common language again.
Colorado is fine though, it's just certain situations that trigger a bit of this feeling, it should pass pretty fast. I have just made a bad impersonation of this old spanish dude on an old horse, fighting windmills.
Ah fuck it, maybe I'll give in and we turn up the heat a little, it's so damn cold my fingers are stiff.
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I think any season that has temperatures over 30 degrees C. is wrong too. ;( Although I suspect that's not what you meant.
I grew up with the idea that people on the other side of the world did things both differently and similarly. So much of our media, pop. culture, and entertainment is influenced by, or comes directly from the UK and US, that the idea of people in the northern hemisphere having cold or white Christmases is just fundamental and visceral knowledge. It's not a shock on any emotional or pre-thought level. May also be familiar to me as a result of having friends with German, Swiss, Malysian, Indonesian, Filipino, and American families, who could tell me stories of just the small, everyday things that make life different somewhere else. The rest of the world, and I mean the whole world, not just a few neighbouring countries (not that Australia really has neighbours in the same sense as European countries anyway) seems quite real to me as a result. That knowledge is both goading me to actually go and see them for myself, and also mitigates that urge to go and prove to myself that X or Y really is there, and they really do do Z over in...
Probably the most startling thing I've come across in the last few years was the idea of people dying from temperatures in the low to mid 30s in France. That was and is grimly fascinating. Reminds me of just how much we're influenced by, and adapt to, our place...