Coffea arabica - State of the demure
Writing this post reminds me of how one might speak to a friend who they haven't seen for a very long time. What you talk about first speaks a lot to your relationship with that person, and what you value in your own life. It's a harder thing said than done, for sure. With that, let me begin.
In a recent introspective, I figured that a lot of my energy was wasted being stressed about stuff in life, or by being stressed about my stress. These days, I seek to make myself a better person each day, no matter what form that takes. As an example, I let some of my personal projects fall to the wayside. I have since embarked on a quest to revive some of these projects. My history with completing projects is less than stellar--and I want to fix that.
I now attend the University of California Berkeley, studying electrical engineering and computer science. I make rockets land upright, research photon detectors, and try not to make a fool of myself while writing. I bike and run on a semi-regular basis. I've rediscovered my love of chess. I have thus far managed to avoid any extistential crises.
I talk to most of my friends from back east on a regular basis. I am still dating my high school girlfriend (nearly 3 years now). I've reconnected with old friends, and made new ones.
I registered to vote, and bought my own plane tickets for the first time ever. I just bought a sensor cleaning kit for my DSLR, so maybe that'll get me to use it again (many, many spots from lens-off operation for astronomy use).
I read some good books this year, among them East of Eden, American Gods, The Soul of an Octopus, and Player Piano. I'm on track to make my goal of 30 books read this year.
I just listened to the UC Berkeley Symphony Orchestra play Night on Bald Mountain by Mussorgsky, The Sorcerer's Apprentice by Dukas, and the complete suite of The Planets by Holtz (and a world premier of a contemporary piece called Hoodoo City). Music takes me to another place, man. Chills--especially with Holtz's Jupiter. Probably my favorite of The Planets.
I still love coffee, and try to spend a few minutes in the morning with nothing but my thoughts and my cup (or sometimes with pencil and paper or a book). It's useful. Peet's right now (I am in Berkeley, after all) but will probably return to my scheduled programming at some point soon. Got rid of my popcorn popper--will have to find new roasting methods in the future...
Life is what you make it--and life is good.
Cultivate - The Sunday Paper's storied history
Nearly two years ago, I began the Sunday Paper. I missed the celebration of my 1000 days on Hubski. There's not much other history to tell.
Reading list: Cape Cod - Henry David Thoreau
A Letter in October - Ted Kooser
Dawn comes later and later now,
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning
watching the light walk down the hill
to the edge of the pond and place
a doe there, shyly drinking,
then see the light step out upon
the water, sowing reflections
to either side—a garden
of trees that grew as if by magic—
now see no more than my face,
mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,
startled by time. While I slept,
night in its thick winter jacket
bridled the doe with a twist
of wet leaves and led her away,
then brought its black horse with harness
that creaked like a cricket, and turned
the water garden under. I woke,
and at the waiting window found
the curtains open to my open face;
beyond me, darkness. And I,
who only wished to keep looking out,
must now keep looking in.
TO YOU - Walt Whitman
STRANGER, if you passing meet me and desire to speak
to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?
Serve - Will I stick around for good this time?
Only time will tell. I certainly hope so. From my cursory glance around the 'ski, many Hubskiers are engaged in quite interesting projects and I want to keep tabs on them once again.
Welcome back! The Sunday Paper was my favorite part of Hubski when I first joined, really happy to see it again. Glad to hear you're doing well!