would be enough

The new iTunes is displeased with my request for it to fetch album artwork. Earlier it was stuck on 140 of 1300; now I am happy to see it has progressed to 217 in a mere three hours. I will persist.

The rest of my trip to Chicago was lovely, especially time spent with Adam, my friend of 19 years. He’s one of the few people I can and do say anything to, and trust that he’ll do the same.

While I was visiting my mom, I was happy to get her all situated with a new wireless router and a new mobile phone. Until I became an adult, I had no idea how great it could feel to help the people you care about.

Little bits and pieces have been surreal as of late. I’ve met two Flickr friends for the first time offline. Though I’ve made the online-to-offline transition with more people than I can count now, it is still strange when it is so effortless. I didn’t have nearly enough time with either ellipse, a brief hour lunch, or Brock, a brief five-hour dinner. What amount of time would be enough?

The gym was harder today than it’s been since I returned, but I attribute most of that to the television-watching choice I made. “Everybody Loves Raymond” is truly a bad show. I wish the cardio machines had proper book-stands, or that I had a proper work-out playlist for my iPod. Any suggestions?

On a whim, I picked up Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell only to find out (online, of course) that a friend is reading the same novel. I should recommend to him and anyone else wishing to dream and feel and perhaps be a little sad Ishiguro’s dreamlike Never Let Me Go.

It’s true that I don’t have much to write about. You know the routine by now: someone finds contentment, balance, peace, whatever, and instantly their journal becomes B-O-R-I-N-G. Yeah, well, somehow I just can’t be too upset about that.

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

Posted on 28 Sep 2006 in Diary
  • http://pixiepurls.com pixie

    when the raymond show used to come on I hated it. I hate how he would make fun of his wife, i hated how she didn’t want him to see her pluck hey eyebrows because it was so private and might ruin his allusion of her. I hated it. Often times when I get home I want something on in the background.. and Jesse liked ELR. Well now sadly after a year of him putting it on now I put it on and it grew on me. I feel dirty!!!

  • http://www.courtneyp.com CourtneyP

    I so totally agree with your last statement. I stopped feeling bad about not writing and not writing anything terribly interesting, because hey, it’s a tradeoff for being happy ;)

  • http://www.seeginablog.com Gina

    For working out, I like anything that I would otherwise dance to – for me hip hop, for you I don’t know.

  • http://badgertastic.blogspot.com/ Brock

    Wow. A name check.

    It maketh an old man very happy (*sniff* *wipes tear from eye*) to have even a mere 5 hours in such marvellous company. Especially when her flatmate comes along and instantly and neatly doubles the quantity of attractive women I am sitting opposite.

    Nothing beats good wine, great conversation and good food. Especially when allied with top quality eye candy… ;)

    Oh, and for reference, “Power Cut” is English for “Black out”…

    We should continue our debate (shockingly serious for me, but very interesting) about languages at some stage. I think we should fly around the world and experiment on unsuspecting strangers by way of associated research. In particular, I want to know if there is any truth in my theory that speaking french from birth makes people insufferable… ;)

  • scott

    I just started reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell a few days ago! I really enjoy the Jane Austenness of it. I’m about 3/4 through it now.