I was (am) far more excited about the cold weather than the World Series victory -- because I am made of cold cold fail. I'm not particularly into sports, and I'm always more into the Sox/Yankees rivalry than I am the World Series itself. And I was even more detached this year than I was in 2004 when I was at least awake and on the computer for the games -- switching between paper-writing and mlb.com. I have moments of wishing I were actually in the fandom, but I just don't care enough to actually learn about the players and form opinions.
[This date 2(!) years ago, traces
and I went to the MFA and it snowed
6:45am: 33F feels like 27F
I considered actually wearing my real winter jacket, but as it turned out my hoodie was just perfect (worn over my gym t-shirt).( Collapse )
8:25am: 33F feels like 29F
I walked from the gym to my office building in my sweater, not bothering to put my hoodie back on.
Louise Glück's "A Myth of Devotion" (about Hades and Persephone). I adore the ending:
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you're dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.