Snow-musings.

"Oh, I thought a Meadowlark was a tree."


Seems legit.

But, I digress.
You know the sound of a steady snowfall in the morning? Not quite pure silence...more like watching your favorite movie on mute. You can hear every key line in your head, but on the outside, its all just movement. I was doing that this morning (watching snow fall steadily, not Cool Runnings on mute) before begrudgingly getting ready for my 9am class, and thinking about how there are moments of absolute beauty in EVERYTHING. Rain storms with lightning across the sky, heat waves in their brilliant and hazy sunrises, and snow covered trees as you walk (slowly...awkwardly...) to class.
 

His favorite movie is Cool Runnings, too.

Going to college in a town that is braced for blizzards every November-February is like watching your friends go trick-or-treating through the window the year you got grounded. Too obscure? All my friends have had back to back snow days, and I'm still sitting through math class and reading about the relative population in different parts of China. I don't want to pout or anything, but this isn't the most awesome thing in the world.

Speaking of things that are annoying. SOPA. Okay, I don't really want to go there to the point of no return, but, come on guys. I totally understand that we are in danger of losing our "rights" to the free and uncensored Internet. This is a HUGE deal. I'm saying this in all seriousness, because my after-college career will probably mostly depend on the Internet...but it's not like the government is looking to screw you over. Really, we screwed ourselves. Pirating movies, games, music, etc., has created a need for action. I'm not saying this is the best course of action, by any means, just trying to put things into perspective before we grab our keyboards and old monitors and beat down officials with them in angry rage.
Maybe I can talk about this without much fear because I am part of the last generation to remember life before the Internet takeover? I remember getting our first home computer. My grandmother used it for her work. I think I was eight or nine before I got an email address.

Anyway, that's all I want to say about that.

Sorry I don't have much else to write about. I just need to get back into the practice of posting regularly. Here's my cat:

Next time, we can chat about Australia. I have a lot more to say about that.