Classes start tomorrow. I'm staying up late tonight out of principle, by which I mean "in defiance of common sense." I've barely kept up with my Chinese over the past month, and while my on-and-off-again studies have surprised me with how much I've retained, my active memory feels atrophied. There's a precedent for this- last winter break, to be precise, and the yawning chasm that is the summer between semesters- so I'm not terribly worried. That said, I am worried, because I've established a good reputation in the Chinese Studies department and I don't want to let it slip due to laziness.
Ah, laziness, the most underrated of virtues and most maligned of vices. I'm almost ashamed to say that I'm unsure whether I've used this weblog to expound on laziness in the past, but that's probably the case. At the moment I'm not inclined to do so, because the Ourobouros of idleness refuses to let go of its tail, which leaves me here at two-something in the morning, relishing the last minutes of this long interstitial period, its attendant heavy metal and beer dregs and exhausted wonder...
This is it, folks. This is how it's always been and always will be.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Your humble Corpse as husband-to-be.
Yep, I'm getting married.
I've been with Tracey for almost four years now, and it's been great. So great that, after several months of serious thought, I asked her to marry me last week. It wasn't a grandiose, romantic thing- that's not really my style, and the proposal was as much a result of circumstances as deliberation- but it felt right, and still does. I love this woman dearly, and I easily see us spending our lives together.
It's an interesting and exciting time, but not in a conventional sense: I'm not a giddy twentysomething in the throes of heady romance, but rather a dude who's immensely lucky to have had several years of solid happiness with another person. Marriage will be a continuation, and deepening, of that happiness, and that's what I find awesome. Of course, it's not exciting only on my end; if I wasn't sure that she felt the same, I'd be far more nervous than I am. (To my delight, I'm not really nervous at all, except when I contemplate all the logistical worries that come with impending marriage.) We're a great pair made of a couple solid individuals, and the overlay of the two will make for a fulfilling life together.
I'm stoked. So is Tracey. So are our friends. This is gonna be a blast.
Catch y'all soon. Love always.
-DAS
I've been with Tracey for almost four years now, and it's been great. So great that, after several months of serious thought, I asked her to marry me last week. It wasn't a grandiose, romantic thing- that's not really my style, and the proposal was as much a result of circumstances as deliberation- but it felt right, and still does. I love this woman dearly, and I easily see us spending our lives together.
It's an interesting and exciting time, but not in a conventional sense: I'm not a giddy twentysomething in the throes of heady romance, but rather a dude who's immensely lucky to have had several years of solid happiness with another person. Marriage will be a continuation, and deepening, of that happiness, and that's what I find awesome. Of course, it's not exciting only on my end; if I wasn't sure that she felt the same, I'd be far more nervous than I am. (To my delight, I'm not really nervous at all, except when I contemplate all the logistical worries that come with impending marriage.) We're a great pair made of a couple solid individuals, and the overlay of the two will make for a fulfilling life together.
I'm stoked. So is Tracey. So are our friends. This is gonna be a blast.
Catch y'all soon. Love always.
-DAS
Friday, January 07, 2011
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
2011!
Happy New Year, folks.
So far, so good. New Zealand wine, a late night banging out what will be the first of many projects for the year, Type O Negative mini-marathon through the new headphones... yeah, so far so good.
Other folks have expressed great expectations for 2011, but I honestly have no clue what I expect from this year. Nothing, really: I'll take it as it comes, though I won't say I have no hopes for the next 360-odd days. I'm just not sure what they are.
For now, I'll just say all hail Type O Negative's version of "Paranoid" and writing, which go hand in hand in the small hours.
So far, so good. New Zealand wine, a late night banging out what will be the first of many projects for the year, Type O Negative mini-marathon through the new headphones... yeah, so far so good.
Other folks have expressed great expectations for 2011, but I honestly have no clue what I expect from this year. Nothing, really: I'll take it as it comes, though I won't say I have no hopes for the next 360-odd days. I'm just not sure what they are.
For now, I'll just say all hail Type O Negative's version of "Paranoid" and writing, which go hand in hand in the small hours.
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