The snow came in one big dump. In twenty-four hours the sky dropped fluffy white pillows all over the park. A welcome and swift transition from greys and browns and grey-browns to angel food white with a singed golden crust.
My E.I. experience comes to its stunning conclusion on December 21st, 2012 (sometime around the end of the world, no?). I've seen through a few changes; the necessary monastic-style life has done wonders for my waistline I must say. Good food fresh exercise. (The instructional video is forthcoming, dear readers). Silent nights on the point have engendered a new love of the printed word and classical music, Vivaldi's Four Seasons in particular.
I finished Shelley's
Frankenstein the other night--and lo, it was name checked yesterday evening on the final Massey lecture on the CBC. It is now considered one of the first science fiction novels, and a sceptics warning on the dangers of science unfettered from moral and humanistic concerns. I had no idea that Frankenstein's monster was a heart-hurt murderer.
The only thing that seems to be suffering is my ability to find the time to squeeze in my own writing and blog updates. After work and dog walks and food preparation I have just about enough energy to shower the day's grime off me self...however I looked through my backlog of photos today and realized that there are some good ones locked in the vaults, and that there is adequate visual material to add my scintillating commentary to...so breath easy. The final weeks before the end of the world, I mean year, will involve work, and catching up on a few things I've let slide since disappearing to Alberta. And hopefully catching up with a few people I've not been in contact with (hello Christopher Eaket, if you're out there--I hope the southern states are treating you well!)
I think this November mustache is starting to go to my head. Best wishes and talk soon, y'all.
