Plus, Vermont is pretty.
Saturday, February 16th, 2008I want to move to New England.
The old one’s broken.
I want to move to New England.
The old one’s broken.
It was my grandmother’s funeral today. Wished I could have been there, but, sad as it is, three thousand miles is just too far. Went back to campus briefly this evening and, as I’ve got new headphones, was listening to music on the way back. I was sliding in the snow, and listening to Radiohead, and feeling so incredibly overjoyed at how beautiful the world is. Of course, two seconds later I felt really guilty about it but then, finally, having spent so much of today trying to work out how I feel about the whole thing, it finally hit me. I wanted to write about her here. I wanted to write something on the card for her flowers. I could not think of anything that did her justice. Nothing. But then, as I was feeling guilty for being happy, I realised what I could say.
She loved life. She was one of the most bubbly, cheery people that I’ve ever had the fortune to meet. In that sense, she’s everything that I wish I could be, and I’m so grateful for that little part of me that seems to be from her: the part that can laugh about anything. She had 35,058 days in this world, and she seemed to enjoy most of that time. She lived through two major wars, she outlived sisters, she lost her husband (4o years ago) and yet the last time I spoke to her I missed half of what she said because she was laughing. Every story she told, she would remember some ridiculous detail that everyone else had forgotten long, long ago, but still gave her happyness. I’ll miss that, and I’ll miss her.
Wikipedia has IR correlation tables, and they’re the best I’ve ever used. And, because they’re GPL, I can make delicious charts from them and share them with the world; though I would have to release them under the same license, which I don’t mind.
Also, Japanther make good 2am spectroscopy music. Sufficiently bouncy to be motivational, not so bouncy as to be annoying, and just enough complexity to keep my brain ticking without being distracting.
Gout surge blamed on sweet drinks
Not very funny, unless you misread it as “goat”.