Heat of Hell, Floor of Heaven

Summer is coming.

Hell, it is so hot that I would consider it here. Time to embrace its hostility...

My plan for the summer is to write as much as possible, and do as much reading as I can as well. I am a much better reader than I was before this semester, having spent hours reading and listening to the fairly sophisticated academic prose of my professors. I am so fortunate for that. Reading (and writing) is sort of a form of meditation for me. Something changes that I can't really explain.

I am also going to be volunteering at Mosaic for half a day/week. I'll also still be working for Keith. I may do summer classes. I am very interested in being an assistant to the Dept. Chair for Linguistics at UT who is writing a book on syntax, if I get chosen.

I've been really cranky and somewhat emotionally turbulent inside for the past few days, so I've been listening to the CD I bought at Over the Rhine's show, The Darkest Night of the Year. It's a Christmas album. Listening to tidings of peace on Earth and good will to men and the silence of that darkest night has been therapeutic for me.

"Thank you my angel
for blessing me with these words
and for giving me what I was hungry for:
a taste of dirt from the floor of heaven."
-otr