Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

And people laughed at me when I said that moths were my nemesis, my greatest fear, my ultimate revulsion, my... well, you get the picture. Check THIS out: MOTHS EVOLVING INTO VAMPIRE DEATH CREATURES!!! Now, I may not agree with all those nutty Creationists out there (if you are nutty, no offense, by the way). But this may get me me start classifying evolution as "evil" alright. Just imagine. Moths starting to suck blood. I mean, it is bad enough when they are eating my clothes, stealing my money, and assaulting my women. But sucking out my life force?! I wont let them! You may think I am overreacting. You may be thinking, "c'mon ryan" mosquitoes, horse flies, and the IRS has been sucking the life out of you for years"! Yes, but those things wouldn't do this to your daughters!

Life has moved forward quite quickly during these past few months. Time, however, has not. It some ways, it seems like the August-October period has been much longer than a mere couple of months. This is due to several factors. On one hand, I think that when one's life is filled with a lot of change, time seems like it expands and stretches to accomodate the magnitude of the transitions. I have had a lot of changes. Physically, my environment has shifted radically from being a large apartment shared between 5 roommates, to a quiet 3 man set up. This has been a huge change. Living in a clean, quiet, private home has had a huge psychological impact on an introvert like me. I mean, in the last house our house was packed with visitors every week. Even if each person only invited people over one weekend a month, that still meant that it was going to be full every time. The fact that my house was downtown and large didn't help it become less of a place for everyone to use as a hostel...

My mind wanders at night. My mind wanders during the day as well, but at night it really takes off. I have done a fair bit of night walking during the past couple of weeks. I have spent a lot of time down Madrid's empty streets, flooded in that orange city lamp light that I have come to love so much. This town was made to be savored after dark. During the day it is like any other European city, but at night... it is something else altogether. Especially late at night. A few days ago, as I was walking home around 3 AM, I passed a girl who was walking in the opposite direction. She did that thing that girls do when they are trying to act like they are not nervous, puffing herself up, chin in the air, though avoiding eye contact and picking up her pace as we met. I felt sorry for the human race then. What would it be to live in a world without fear? A world of perfect intentions? Imagine being able to walk down dark city streets without an inkling of temerity. How many times have I th...