Interesting.

I watched Girl With a Pearl Earring last night, and it led me to find this article in the Wikipedia today. Crazy.

My baby on his bike.

...the one that goes vroom, anyway.

Boston Common.

The second heart of Boston. This was obviously a few weeks ago. I'll see if I can get a more recent one with the foliage.

Napping sounds delicious.

Plywood, huh? That is an interesting factoid. Very interesting.

It's Friday night. I just got out of class and am sitting in the computer lab in the library. What kind of dork is sitting in a law library computer lab tonight? Besides these three other people and myself? Isn't there a baseball game going on down the street right now? Aren't the Red Sox SUCKING like they do to us every year? Yes, they do it TO us.

Sorry. My brain is absultely fried. And now I can't vote for O'Reilly because of his alleged crassness and inappropriate comments concerning vibrators. Am I being too sensitive? Didn't Clinton do worse? And he was politically forgiven...

And personally, too, I guess.

I missed the debate the other night, myself because of class. I didn't hear much about it, either, so it must have been pretty boring.

Alright, I'm heading over to the Beantown Pub for a drink with some friends. We like to pretend we're lawyers and confuse people in the bar. Fun on a Friday night!

Ah, the debate.

A transplant from my other blog, to answer L's question:)
Regardless of what I'm sure lots of people will say, I cannot award either Vice Presidential canditate victory in tonight's debate. What an informative and...even debate! Yes, the Vice President was getting nasty, buy he really calmed down after Senator Edwards' complimentary remarks about his family. Things were not entirely civil at times, but I think that both candidates really did a fine job of laying out their bosses' positions for informational purposes and for the benefit of undecided voters. Damn it, this is what debates are for. The bits of nastiness aside, there is a winner after all, perhaps: the debate itself.

You bet I do, Ms. Jenna.

Here is my favorite Thoreau quotation from "Autumnal Tints:"

"October is the month of painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight."

I have a mug with those lines in a facsimile of Thoreau's handwriting that I bought at Walden Pond in 2001. It's about time to break it out, I guess:)

Yeah, this is the time of year that I miss Massachusetts the most (next is winter, which I loved there). I miss my little home on the shore in Quincy.

It's a chilly night in Mass.

I've been meaning and meaning to post. I've just been too sick or tired or distracted lately to get my butt in gear to do it. I also have a few pictures I want to upload.

The leaves are changing here. Already it's looking like the colors will be very vivid this year. I absolutely LOVE October. It is definitely the most beautiful month. It smells good. It feels good. It's the perfect month to go for long walks with someone you love. We've got hot apple cider and Halloween. Football games and fall baseball. All sorts of vegetation (save a pumpkin, carve a ghourd). Every autumn I have flashbacks to high school when I first read Emerson and Thoreau and thought this is what is meant to be a transendentalist. Any good autumn quotations, Johnny?

(And I have to say that October was the ONLY time I would feel homesick in Maryland. Something just didn't feel right. Too green for too long. Come November I would be fine. September wasn't a problem, either.)

By the way, Johnny, I had a dream about you the other night. I'll send you an e-mail all about it.

Anyways, I hope you're all well. Interesting debate the other night, eh? I was more impressed with Kerry than I expected to be. I still think he's wishy washy, though. And Bush... is still Bush.