Tension

I haven’t had the ability or inclination to write a decent blog post in a long while.  Mostly I spend my time writing things that are the opposite of creative and trying to read piles of articles and chapters so dense that I think I might accidentally hurt myself.  The end of the term is in the next week and a half (already!) and I’m now trying to write papers.  This is difficult.  Apparently, I need to have a good tension to make my paper worthwhile.  My professor isn’t interested in mountain climbing and sees no tension.  I’m not interested in the sublime and don’t like tension.  Maybe there’s a tension here.

The only real tension right now is that I’ve seen Kirk for a total of one hour in the last week, he does crazy things like going to bed at midnight and waking up at five a.m. to take kids fishing (he works at a boys’ camp) and I haven’t left the library recently.  So he hasn’t slept and my brain is fried.  We’re both looking forward to next week when camp is over and the term is over and we can both sleep.  I don’t think this is the sort of tension that my professors are looking for.

There’s a funny thing about Cultural Studies.  This is the class for which I’m writing my mountain climbing paper.  Cultural Studies has no relevance to me.  It is in virtually no way connecte to real life, other than the fact that real people go to class and pay real money for it.  Mountain climbing is real life.

More notes from real life: the other day I was driving home from school and a bear ran across the road in front of my car.  Rachel was jealous because she still hasn’t seen a bear in New Hampshire, even though we have at least one living in our yard (Wes has seen it twice!).  Merrick is getting bigger and funnier.  He likes helicopters a lot and is talking less about tractors.  He really likes flying his toy planes through turbulence so that, “people sick!”  This is what happens to the son of a pilot.  He also likes talking about the “hostible” where Daddy is a doctor.  I’ve lost my ability to say “hospital” correctly and now also refer to it as a “hostible.”  He yells, “See ya!” when I leave now and just added, “Have fun!” to the end of that.  Now I’m working on him saying, “Be good!” at the very end so that he’ll start admonishing exiting guests just like I do, “See ya; have fun; be good!”  It’s good to have a shadow.

Kirk and I watched Princess Bride the other night.  It has such a brilliant message of wuv…twu wuv:

“Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam…And wuv, twu wuv, will fowow you foweva…So tweasure your wuv.”

So don’t forget that: weal wife involves tweasuring your wuv.

~ by bemis on 15 August 2009.