Serenity
Okay, not a lot of words can accompany the link in this post besides: AWESOME! (paranthetical citation: Steven Dahlin, e-mail subject line, 4/26/05, 3:31pm)
Click here: Serenity
I’m disappointed…
According to NOAA there was supposed to be a thunderstorm this morning...
From 8:33 am:
Today: A chance of showers and thunderstorms before 10am, then a chance of showers, mainly between 10am and 1pm. Cloudy, then gradually becoming partly sunny, with a high around 57. North northeast wind between 11 and 16 mph. Chance of precipitation is 40%.
...and there wasn't much more than a finely-veiled mist of precipitation at any time this morning. Today would have been a good day for a thunderstorm.
Play Ball!
The season has officially started! Of course, I would have preferred something other than a Yankee victory over the Red Sox. I guess all I can say to that is at least the Red Sox won when it really mattered last fall. With temperatures near 70 degrees today and the sun shining brightly, it certainly felt as though spring has arrived. In fact, I am currently sitting on the couch out on the front porch and I'm very comfortable with my bare feet propped up on the coffee table.
A short while ago I decided that it was time to take another break from the composition of my paper that is due tomorrow, so I trudged my laptop out here to write a little entry on my blog. I have had three weeks to write this paper, so -- per usual -- I have waited until the final hours to truly write it, yet making sure to worry and agonize over it throughout the three weeks. Matt thinks that there is some over-powering, atmospheric writers' block surrounding our house... he was unable to write anything of value today for his assignment as well. When we both realized we were having difficulty writing we decided to do the logical thing: get Verdoorn over here and play some baseball in the schoolyard across the street. It was great shagging fly balls in flip-flops and shorts -- okay, I could have done without the flip-flops (I kept tripping over my own feet), but wearing shorts outside felt wonderful. Even when I developed my first blister of the season from swinging the bat, I didn't care because it is April and time to be outside, time to get dirty and banged up.
Then reality came crashing back in and I realized I had better get writing. Thankfully I was able to do some quality work after that bit of exercise and I am currently sitting on a very decent draft. Another lookover and I should be good to go. Of course, I haven't done the majority of my reading for tomorrow evening's class -- Dr. Chowdhury, if you somehow read that, I disavow any knowledge of ever making that statement -- but the paper has to take priority.
Anyway, I hate to end this because it is just so nice sitting out here and being able to write without analyzing every word and thought that flows onto the screen. Oh well. It is time to return to the joys of academic writing instead of blogging... which, we could enter into a nice discussion on the theoretical differences between the two and whether blogging should ever be considered on the same plane as academic discourse... but that will have to wait for another night.