Another dreary day in London
There seems to be a fair bit of nostalgia running around. It seems that whether at home or abroad thoughts and minds are turning to the holidays. There's the constant question among us foreigners of what we're planning to do over the break. Most seem to be heading home for the time, while a precious few of us have decided to test our mettle against a most probably intensely lonely situation.
I too recently have had a wave of nostalgia enter my life. Nevermind the mindful hauntings of a, frankly, missing season and the ever present anxiety of having little to no direction in life. I've been listening to the great music of my undergrad. Most recently I acquired a recording of Franz Liszt's Faust symphony. When the chorus mysticus enters it is truly one of the most incredible moments in music. I'm not sure why I might be taken with this sudden urge to hear those great tunes that I had admired abhorred and eventually abolished from my library. Perhaps it is just that they are simply great works, and that if I didn't wholly appreciate them when first introduced or when systematically ripped apart in study, I do now.
I think my dissertation might be starting to form. It's not even close to solidifying, if anything it resembles something close to the past used in papermache or maybe some jello powder, there's nothing real yet but the potential is all there.
I picked up my membership card for the Royal United Services Institute(RUSI). It seems to be quite a place, located in the Whitehall just across the way from the Horse Guards and Downing street, right in the thick of what makes this country tick. The library it self wasn't as impressive as it I had hoped, it's two floors of a more or less circular room, a rather large circular room, but when you take in to consideration that it's all, pretty much, on one topic it makes it seem a little grander.
After I received my card and had a look around the place I proceeded to the market(in the rain) to exchange a defective umbrella. I then came home where the hamster wheel began to spin and hopefully put into place the foundation of my dissertation.
I too recently have had a wave of nostalgia enter my life. Nevermind the mindful hauntings of a, frankly, missing season and the ever present anxiety of having little to no direction in life. I've been listening to the great music of my undergrad. Most recently I acquired a recording of Franz Liszt's Faust symphony. When the chorus mysticus enters it is truly one of the most incredible moments in music. I'm not sure why I might be taken with this sudden urge to hear those great tunes that I had admired abhorred and eventually abolished from my library. Perhaps it is just that they are simply great works, and that if I didn't wholly appreciate them when first introduced or when systematically ripped apart in study, I do now.
I think my dissertation might be starting to form. It's not even close to solidifying, if anything it resembles something close to the past used in papermache or maybe some jello powder, there's nothing real yet but the potential is all there.
I picked up my membership card for the Royal United Services Institute(RUSI). It seems to be quite a place, located in the Whitehall just across the way from the Horse Guards and Downing street, right in the thick of what makes this country tick. The library it self wasn't as impressive as it I had hoped, it's two floors of a more or less circular room, a rather large circular room, but when you take in to consideration that it's all, pretty much, on one topic it makes it seem a little grander.
After I received my card and had a look around the place I proceeded to the market(in the rain) to exchange a defective umbrella. I then came home where the hamster wheel began to spin and hopefully put into place the foundation of my dissertation.
posted by Brett at 8:03 p.m.
3 Comments:
So Brett, what ARE you doing for the holidays? Wanna pop over to Korea? :P
are you coming to Canada? I'm having my standard party
I'll be residing here-ish over the christmas break, there are little in the way of plans but what is certain is that I can't remain alone in my room over christmas eve. That's the only goal I have right now about the holidays.
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