Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The snow cometh

Well, blogging has been low on the necessity scale as of late. I've been rather busy if I don't say so myself. Between working 4 times a week, soccer on sundays, school, and of course all-the-while moving, I think I can confidently say I am actually busy.
Things aren't looking to settle down anytime soon either; 'one more paper' bears no meaning when final exams distinctly follow. For now, I've got a decent amount of time to finish this paper, and this blog, this allowance of time, is like a sigh before I have to take it all back in again.
It's funny when I look at the amount of days until this paper is due, and I say, "6 days, that's plenty of time," but I of course fail to mention in those days I have two concerts, 3 work shifts, school, moving out, and it's snowing.
The snow is surely a sign of things to come. A light sprinkling of disorder that is enticing before the shit storm that is car accidents, slippery slopes, and a total exacerbation of all life's problems. Sure, the snow looks pretty now, but wait until you're knee-high in an morally-neutral disruptive substance. That's what life will be like very shortly for me: morally-neutral, yet always disruptive. Such is the life of seasons I suppose; those of the earth, and those of me. It's no wonder that school comes to a 'yearly' end with the spring an summer. Can you imagine your last taste of school being in the dead of a Canadian winter? It's enough to keep you locked in your house for ages. Outside is stress and total chaos. The house, your bed, your kitchen, your living rooms are homages to order and comfort and they welcome you back with open arms comforting you from the harshness that is winter, and they only let you back out with understanding and promises of a bright spring to come. Ending in the winter is a bitter taste left in your mouth, that repels you from reaching to the outside world for some time. Colloquially, this must be why 'snowboarders' tend to be, or were at some point chaos-loving douche-bags.

In any event, like the snow, life is coming and it's going to get hectic; hectic of course, but more cautiosly for me, important! I should not be looking at the storm of things to come as troublesome, specially when it's for my own good. Life is what I love, and I should be thankful for a blizzard of it - overwhelmed or not, I'm going to brave the storm and with a hopeful heart withstand it and overcome that which obstructs me. Wish me luck, and if you have any thoughts on Balibar's article "Althusser's Object," let me know, 'cause I'll be needing the help where I can get it - especially since I've been told by my professor, "No more C work Tim!"
Ah, my proffesor, Old Man Winter.