Recap: Greetings

Dated: 9:56 AM, Nov. 30th, 2005
Location: Miller Hall 3rd floor lounge

My roommate is still sleeping. She has received a laptop so that I will no longer be kept awake by the keys clicking when she stays up till 2 AM to work on a paper. I am very grateful.

What else has been happening within the past few days? Well, we've had our first wintry rain here. Not a shower, but a full-out icy rain that caught me coming and going to math, that was fun right up until the point where my fingers went from numb to distinctively-and-unforgiveably-painful. But such as it is--it's usually fun up to the point it becomes painful. I have given up biking to my 6-8 PM classes when it's raining, partially because of my nightvision (or my lack thereof), and partially because of a few people who insist on going clockwise at the counter-clockwise round-abouts. My bike skids in very interesting ways when I brake on wet ground. Overall, I think walking across the campus after dark is still safer.

Over the Thanksgiving break a few pictures involving plastic swords and a toy turkey have appeared in our floor lounge, courtesy of the few students who remained here. However, despite of the occasionally psychotic, if artistic shots, I'm still led to believe that floor three is, comparatively, very sane indeed. Yesterday while working on my play (first draft finished, by the way) I heard this very loud THUD and felt the floor shake. It originated from the floor below mine. After waiting a moment or two with no further THUDs and nothing collapsing, I'd dismissed it as one of the mysterious floor-2 rituals and went back to my work. It's a case of adaptation, I think, because it cannot be faith on the relative sanity of my fellow Miller-dwellers and human architectures.

We had a lecture on the creation of religion yesterday. Currently, with the temperature 10-20 degrees below what it was the previous week, most of us here have developed the habit of worshipping the heating system. It's very simple--short prayers of thanks, rubbing of the hands, nose, and ears, and no sacrifices except, possibly, on the evaporation of dampness.
No one mourned the dampness. It departs unmourned for.

Further thoughts on the developments of culture here in future entries, at the instruction of the instructor, amen.

[edit 11:28]
Almost forgot--photos from Thanksgiving have been uploaded under my yahoo account, both under the "yearbook 05-06" and the "random" albums.