Gearing up for another school year, and I have to say, I’m having more fun than I’m likely entitled to. There’s something magical about word processing and binder organization, something that playing DOOM3 or reading a book doesn’t have the benefit of without interference: music. See, I love music, adore it, and crunching out syllabi or assignments has never been more enjoyable then when it’s been done to the accompaniment of, say, the new Arcana on Cyclic Law. Of late, I’ve been listening to a lot of the following: Bad Sector, Beefcake, First Law, Navicon Torture Technologies, Novy Svet, Squaremeter, and Somatic Responses. For those curious — and I know that there are at least two of you reading this who are — that’s a nice starting list for some of the best, in my opinion, bands with multiple releases in the past few years.
Beyond that, getting ready to plummet towards the earth at terminal velocity from 3,500 feet tomorrow afternoon, in the company of my friends and fiancée. Char’s threatened me with some of her cooking — and I mean that in a good way — and also proposed that we, meaning Chris, Simon, Amy and I and many others, start a book club in the near future. I’m really looking forward to all of these things; skydiving, great food, and good reading accomplished in the pursuit of academic discussion.
No complaints here, despite work looming on the horizon like a behemoth.
“Wow! What’s this thing coming towards me very fast? Very VERY fast! It’s so big… and flat… and round… it needs a big wide sounding name. Like… ow… ound… round…… ground! That’s it! Ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?”
And the ground did come up nice and fast. Fortunately, you didn’t make as much of a mess as the whale…
Figured the quote was apt, in that it described perfectly the reservations of most people I know regarding skydiving, and my fears regarding the forthcoming school year. Now that I’ve survived skydiving — twice, and am itching for next summer for the opportunity to jump again — I can only hope that September 1 and the 2004/2005 year are as enjoyable, gentle, and thrilling as my experiences at Eden North. Woot!