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flexagonReady for Christmas: presents under the tree, many delicious groceries awaiting preparation, reasonably relaxed after a couple of days off work... ahhh. I like Christmas. I interpret it as a project that most of the nation works on together, a project to counteract the darkest part of the year with festivity and have a day to celebrate coziness and each other without the usual pressures of the outside world. It couldn't work so well without near 100% participation. I find I like Christmas even better now that I'm not Christian at all, because I can unabashedly love it for the colored lights... the way I always did, except without the guilt.
I got drunk at the office holiday party, but don't remember doing anything worse than biting my toes in front of my boss.
Some interesting discussions about Boston, work, and Manhattan have threaded through my life recently. Last night I had myself 50% convinced that we should indeed move to NYC, and a lot of my reasoning had to do with all my friends leaving Boston anyway (whine, whine). I'm not sure that reasoning stands up now that it's not 2 AM; the part about taking classes at Lava still does, but if I move anytime soon, Dark Sister will kill me, because that's the other thing about Boston that I forget when depressed -- people come back! Which reminds me: I was told lately that I'm willing to give up a lot to live in a city. I tried to think of what I was giving up, and most of the things I thought of ended with ...if you're into that sort of thing anyway. Still, I'm giving up some things I used to like:
So now you know: I am a pyromaniac and the city stops me. Aren't you glad?
I got drunk at the office holiday party, but don't remember doing anything worse than biting my toes in front of my boss.
Some interesting discussions about Boston, work, and Manhattan have threaded through my life recently. Last night I had myself 50% convinced that we should indeed move to NYC, and a lot of my reasoning had to do with all my friends leaving Boston anyway (whine, whine). I'm not sure that reasoning stands up now that it's not 2 AM; the part about taking classes at Lava still does, but if I move anytime soon, Dark Sister will kill me, because that's the other thing about Boston that I forget when depressed -- people come back! Which reminds me: I was told lately that I'm willing to give up a lot to live in a city. I tried to think of what I was giving up, and most of the things I thought of ended with ...if you're into that sort of thing anyway. Still, I'm giving up some things I used to like:
- Can't just dig a pit and light a bonfire in the yard.
- Fireworks are illegal here, which kind of sucks.
So now you know: I am a pyromaniac and the city stops me. Aren't you glad?
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Date: 2006-12-25 02:44 am (UTC)