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Apr. 12th, 2005 10:08 pmI wish there was an interesting meme going around right now, but the only one I can think of is the "guess which are my favorite characters", and that would be easy to the point of stupidity. I want to be entertaining while I work on other things, and yet I am too lazy to come up with my own interesting content. A meme could solve this problem; where have all the 'ask me a question' and 'favorite lines' and 'friday fives' gone?
Alas. The universe conspires against me.
Or maybe random cool things could happen to me, and then I could tell stories of them: I was walking across campus as the magnolia trees bloomed in white and pink and purple, and when the wind blew you could smell the too-sweet sugarness of the flowers from a block away, and the bruised petals covered the ground like a reversed shadow, light instead of dark. And despite the bare branches on most of the trees and the brown grass, it's beginning to feel like summer: the sky's too blue to be cold, and there's a certain angle to the light that makes the glass windows and tan stone grey streets of the city look bronzed, baked and dry and warm. And that was when the sirens started.
Or something. I'm not sure that I actually have time for random cool things to happen to me, but at least it would give me something to say.
I saw an otter yesterday, when I was walking on a bridge over a river back from a coffee shop. I didn't think that water was clean enough to support even fish; I didn't think our climate was warm enough to support otters; I didn't wild animals would live so close to a city. But there it was, all alone in the water, diving and surfacing and playing by itself. I had to stop and stare for a while.
Alas. The universe conspires against me.
Or maybe random cool things could happen to me, and then I could tell stories of them: I was walking across campus as the magnolia trees bloomed in white and pink and purple, and when the wind blew you could smell the too-sweet sugarness of the flowers from a block away, and the bruised petals covered the ground like a reversed shadow, light instead of dark. And despite the bare branches on most of the trees and the brown grass, it's beginning to feel like summer: the sky's too blue to be cold, and there's a certain angle to the light that makes the glass windows and tan stone grey streets of the city look bronzed, baked and dry and warm. And that was when the sirens started.
Or something. I'm not sure that I actually have time for random cool things to happen to me, but at least it would give me something to say.
I saw an otter yesterday, when I was walking on a bridge over a river back from a coffee shop. I didn't think that water was clean enough to support even fish; I didn't think our climate was warm enough to support otters; I didn't wild animals would live so close to a city. But there it was, all alone in the water, diving and surfacing and playing by itself. I had to stop and stare for a while.
