Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

"Autumn is coming" the breeze says in its crisp, cool whisper. Then, after leaving my earlobes chilly from its breath, it floats past me and into the trees, where it tries to tug the leaves off of the branches. "Not yet, my friend," I tell it. "Those leaves are still too green for you." The breeze just shrugs and floats away, distracted, playing lazily in the warm sunlight. It knows that it is just a matter of time. The trees may be green, but they are fraying red at the edges. A dry summer usually means a dull Fall; so perhaps this past Summer, with its disappointingly cool days, will reward us with a brilliant Autumn. I certainly hope so. I remember the last Fall that I was here, four years ago. I thought that it would be the last New England Autumn that I would ever get to enjoy. I still remember putting on my jacket and scarf and heading to the woods behind my old college to take a walk. It was later in the season than it is now, and the forest was b...

I have returned to Boston. Back to a city that I thought I knew well, but has turned out to be little more than a familiar stranger to me. For a suburban college student, Boston was merely an outlet for entertainment. Now my brain fumbles with familiar sounding street names and neighborhoods, unable to place longstanding landmarks like Kenmore, but easily recalling the names of now defunct nightclubs like the Avalon. I'm facing the crude reality of life in the city now. Dodging traffic, wrangling subways and buses, and trying not to spend money... in theory it should be familiar territory from when I lived in Madrid, but it all seems just different enough to be disconcerting. It is often harder to deal with new things that have a scent of familiarity than with those that are completely foreign because you expect things to work a certain way. I get more annoyed with the subtle differences of the trains than I would if they were rickshaws or walruses. You would think that this pl...

OK. Its been a while. I'll admit that. I had pretty much given up on blogging, since all my friends had seemed to do the same, and part of the appeal of blogging is the communal factor. I think facebook and other networking websites have killed the newsletter/rant appeal of personal blogs. Nevertheless, It seems that I have been most prolific at blogging when I have had something to procrastinate from, when I have been busy and reading. It seems that most of those requirements are fulfilled in being a student... So, rather predictably, when Grad School started up I found myself with the impulse to write again. So, yeah. the past few months have been packed with news that I haven't included here. So lets summarize in order to provide context to subsequent posts: -I got engaged to the greatest girl in the world in June. We met at a thanksgiving party 2 years ago. The rest is history. -I got accepted to Grad school to do a masters in English literature at Simmons College in ...