fallen verses

Off topic: I bought a new laptop today, yay!  I am writing this post on it and, yeah, quite pleased with it so far.  If only it didn’t have Windows Vista.

Last couple of classes, I’ve been thinking about environment and how it relates to personality (within the literary texts we’ve been studying), and class and all that other boring stuff.  That led me to ponder how much that really matters: how much does environment matter.

(Also, I had a slip of a thought about the nature of social networks and their simultaneous nature as conceptual entities in the ‘cloud’ and as physical constructs composed of bodies.  Something to think about.)

I decided that I don’t belong in the midwest-I don’t want to have to smell farms and stockyards while driving.  I want to be near water.  Large amounts of water.  Not waves, a more placid type.

And it occurred to me then, as I was walking back to my car along the Iowa River, what the perfect moment would be: sitting at the shore of a lake watching its rippled surface reflect the moonlight, wrapped in a blanket with someone special and eating chocolate-covered strawberries and drinking sparkling wine.

That is the moment that would be perfect for me, the moment I would just love to languish in, to just exist without conscious self-awareness, just Be.