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tempus fugit
Aug. 27th, 2004 12:01 amThe house passed inspection as well as could be expected. No deal breakers; things are in generally good condition, and will require only minor handyman services. I'm really looking forward to moving in. No more late-night drives down 95 and 495 for me, no sir.
It feels as if I've been rushing too much of late; not enough sleep, not enough time to read. A combination of things: new house, new department at work, new people to interact with. I don't really stress out under pressure, but I'll feel a low-level discomfort, a restlessness, a desire to curl up in a corner with a book, to shut out the world. This too shall pass. I'm waiting for the weekend.
There's a pinhole camera exhibit down by Fort Washington. It's a really neat gallery, full of pictures taken in homemade setups - they tend to be blurred at the edges, bent in the middle, with an appealing fuzz around the details. I liked looking at the ones taken around DC, recognizing the streets and monuments, seeing the blurs where people passed by. It's weird though; pinhole cameras tend to be exposed to light for longer, so what you really see is a photograph of a series of moments. A continuous section of time, caught on paper.
Climbing tomorrow night, hopefully; I'll be late, 'cause I'll be helping a coworker move, but I should get there before the evening's over. Some exercise would do me good.
And here's a bit of fun: the results of the goddess test everyone is taking.
( I should have known. )
It feels as if I've been rushing too much of late; not enough sleep, not enough time to read. A combination of things: new house, new department at work, new people to interact with. I don't really stress out under pressure, but I'll feel a low-level discomfort, a restlessness, a desire to curl up in a corner with a book, to shut out the world. This too shall pass. I'm waiting for the weekend.
There's a pinhole camera exhibit down by Fort Washington. It's a really neat gallery, full of pictures taken in homemade setups - they tend to be blurred at the edges, bent in the middle, with an appealing fuzz around the details. I liked looking at the ones taken around DC, recognizing the streets and monuments, seeing the blurs where people passed by. It's weird though; pinhole cameras tend to be exposed to light for longer, so what you really see is a photograph of a series of moments. A continuous section of time, caught on paper.
Climbing tomorrow night, hopefully; I'll be late, 'cause I'll be helping a coworker move, but I should get there before the evening's over. Some exercise would do me good.
And here's a bit of fun: the results of the goddess test everyone is taking.
( I should have known. )
