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Today I thought it was sort of cold. As in, I didn't feel uncomfortable walking across a parking lot. Then, while in the pool (taking a nap), it crossed my mind that I could stand for it to be a little warmer, when the sun went behind a cloud. It started to thunder and I though about getting out.
It was over 90 degrees out. I guess this means I'm acclimating!
I'm currently sitting in a computer lab in the first basement level of the library at USC. It's cool down here- subterranean Columbia is bearable, as it turns out, unlike the surface, where even at 8:15am one becomes sticky with the humidity and heat. Actually, it wasn't so hot this morning. I was waking to meet Josh at Cool Beans (a very cool coffee shop, indeed) this morning, and I was able to walk at a somewhat normal speed. This is a great achievement for me. I have not walked at more than a crawl since I arrived.As I am in a computer lab, and not in my room using Stuart, there will be no pictures posted today. Sad. But soon, I am sure.USC, though I may complain about it's warmness, is really beautiful. I've taken a few pictures, but it's a little challenge because the camera lens fogs up. The buildings are mostly either brick or yellow plaster with white columns. The trees are quite nice... palmettos, oaks, magnolias, crepe myrtles and more that I have not learned yet.I should probably head up top and see what is going on in the world. Or maybe find out how to connect my computer to the internet.
I have something of an obsession with to do lists. They keep me sane and make me feel productive no matter how badly I've procrastinated.
I'm taking off from good ole Ptown this evening and this is the status of my to do list as of now: incomplete.
-Ticket receipt printed check
-Miscellaneous items purchased check
-Luggage packed
-Luggage tags found
-Contacts picked up from the eye doctor
-Breakfast with sister
-Car cleaned out
-Room reorganized
Oops. I guess I'd better get busy.
I love library books with coffee spills; a witness to the lovely moments others have spent with them, just as I have: curled up on the sofa, mug in hand, my face bent over the pages. I love the connections books bring us from simply having read the same thing. Library books take that connection a step further by allowing one to not only read the same words as another, but to literally pass the same book from hand to hand.
I'm reading "Why read the classics?", a brilliant collection of essays by Italo Calvino. The essay entitled "Carlo Emilio Gadda, the Pasticciaccio" bears the largest stain, while the title essay boasts only a few light pencil marks.
I am hereby forbidding myself to buy paper ever again.
Well, at least not until I at least somewhat deplete the storehouse that I already have. If you've ever seen my craft closet, or been with me on a trip to Art Media, you might have an idea of what I'm talking about. Believe it or not, I just spent about 45 minutes moving things around in the closet, which had not been my original plan for the evening; thus, my attempt has not been very organized or systematic, yet somehow there really is more space and I now have a better idea of what sorts of things actually lurk in that space. It may be a little less scary, but the rolls and files of paper still exist and must be used.
If you see or hear of me making plans to buy more paper, please do what you can to stop me.
Thank you for your support.
"I wonder if we can close this thing," he says, fussing with the door, propped open by the moving company, "because there is a guy out there in a devil mask definitely high on something."
"Oh yeah really? That's weird."
"Yeah... 50's, long grey ponytail, no shirt, red devil mask. And he was zig zagging around. You wonder when you should call the cops. But, then... this is Portland."
A bike locked up just down the road from my building. Not that many people ride bikes at USC, but they usually look better than that.
Josh and my favorite USC graffiti.
Crepe Myrtles by the library fountain.
Sitting outside the Russel House (where the bookstore, food, etc, is located). I was actually talking to my mom when I took this photo.
A little garden on the Horseshoe - probably the prettiest place on campus.
I walk over this bridge to class four days a week. Check it out- this school is older than my state.
The view out my window.
My room, how it looked after the first couple of days. It looks more lived in now.
I love the rocking chairs around campus.
The Horseshoe.
