Productive is a tricky word......
At 2.30, it looks like 5. By 4.30, it's dusk. At 5, complete darkness.
Now that i've been immersed in the UK way of life, and my Englishness is starting to feel second nature, nature itself begins to change. Today was an amazing fall day- crisp, clean, cold enough that your nose runs, but warm enough that a long sleeve t does the job.
Today was lazy, but productive at the same time. Maybe not academically productive, but i got to do some reading for pleasure, and managed to hold the fort down while the girls were away. No ladies, the library was not left empty. Someone had to keep the dent in the couch from receeding, and my tired frame did the trick. I just got into the book Middlesex, written by Jeffery Eugenides who also wrote The Virgin Suicides, and won the 2003 pulitzer for Middlesex....it's about a quasi-hermaphrodite, but the way it's written, it's so personal and historical that the anomale of her sexual oreintation and biological condition are almost forgotten. The book is a feat of narrative skill and historical background... good stuff. I've made it up in my mind to have the 500 pages done by the time Emily comes back from London- it can be done.
With the girls gone, the house feels empty. We can handle ourselves here just fine (aside from the pile of dishes we've voted to 'rock paper scissors' for cleaning responsibilities on Sunday), but the lack of noise, drama, and bodies in the house seems eerie. Sitting here in the basement, i am for the first time on this entire trip actually alone. Very strange.
Tonight i'm hoping to see what kind of live music Nottingham has to offer for the low low price of zero pounds. Brandon is at choir, while Aaron is at orchestra, and i'm left to sit here listening to Meatloaf (I would do anything for love...random itunes gift at this moment).
It's times like these where i sometimes picture where or what i would be doing if i were still in the states. not in a jealous, homesick way, but just in the sense that England is so different from what we expected, and has so many different things to offer. The city aspect of Notts means that, as i type, there are over 200 bars and clubs along with 100,000 visitors swarming less than 5 miles from my computer.....yet at the same time, now especially, i feel semi-lonely. i wouldn't regard it as self-pitty, just a feeling of isolation while i know things are happening around. i would call it a combination of the cozy feeling you get when looking out the window and see pouring rain, and the feeling of knowing that you're home alone and crap is happening all around....
Tomorrow could be another great chance to do some catching up, sleeping in, and more hanging out. I should start on this Islam Essay (only one of the year), not to mention my field notebook (due in two weeks, 25% of grade), along with about 300 pages of reading..... most likely i'll continue my quest to finish LOST Season 3 episodes 1-5 and Middlesex....
With fireworks purchased in a Guy Fawkes Day frenzy bursting all around the neighborhood of Aspley and Eisley blaring on my iTunes now, have a good night-
kk
posted by Kevin @ 7:29 PM
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