October 29th, 2007

warm heart cold hands

"all the white horses..."

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).

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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.

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musesfool posted 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.