Snow

     I really do not have much to say at the moment. I never do when I actually have the time to blog. It has snowed a considerable amount here, classes have been canceled today and tomorrow, there are a few things I need to go out for but the snow is a lovely excuse to stay home and get things done. My biggest regret is that I don't have a sled with me... and that there are no real hills around, but other than that I am perfectly content to have a snow day. I wouldn't mind a snow week actually.
     Lately I have needed time to think and have found none. My current route of study has not been very satisfying. I feel none of the passion that others around me talk about. Instead I would much rather be at home, pouring over some ancient history book, or some mythology of a tiny country, or studying a language long dead. I cannot for the life of me figure out why I stayed away from studying such things in school, and why I am still not seeking those things out now. I know that philosophy is a terribly important thing, but only because it is the ducktape of studies. It holds the universe together. I have felt none of that cohesiveness lately though. I have decided that this semester I will throw myself into studying with reckless abandon, make connections and see if I can salvage things a bit. If I cannot, then I will try to find where it is I really should be right now and get there with all due haste.
     In the meantime I will endeavor to discuss happier topics here. Such as: On the dangers of being a wunderkind, or, How to be a writer, or perhaps, How not to be a boring writer, or better still, How to live life and get all of the answers... but seriously, I will try to keep this blog a bit happier. I make no promises though.