i hate mornings.
here it is, at 8 am, the sun hasn't quite risen yet, and i really, really hate mornings.
having to drag yourself out of bed, needing caffeine really really badly, all because there's some stupid class you need to attend.
especially when it's bloody cold and your bed is really nice and warm and you've been under a quilted duvet all night.
especially when there was promise of snow and all you wake up to is... dried leaves.
grrr.
***
it's half an hour later and i've had breakfast and some tea and i feel somewhat better about mornings. it helps that the sun has risen.
my frozen mind cranks to activity and one of the first questions of the day which presents itself for consideration (there will be many more, considering how i have a tute and 2 classes later) is why the weather in britain is so perpetually shitty.
if i believed in the existence of a judgemental God who intervenes in history, a possible explanation would have been that the weather was sent as a blight to punish the english for something their ancestors had done in the distant misty past. i'm sure at some point in the middle ages many of them had considered this explanation and thought through it really carefully.
or perhaps the huguenots who moved to england in the 17th century thought also that the weather was a punishment they had to bear for escaping martyrdom in catholic france. (i mean, moving to england from france? come on... they could have moved to the bahamas. or at least the canary islands.)
if i believed in karma and reincarnation i might consider the shitty weather in england a proof that it was a different plane of existence where those who had been sinners, rocks and vegetables in their previous lives would be sent.
but then how would one account for us, the temporary sojourners?
what are the implications for free will?
but noooo. i have to be content with the explanation that england is subject to the influences of such and such a current flowing from the equator which makes it moist and warm relative to other places at the same latitude.
how unexotic.
it's probably going to start raining at some point again. (if it isn't raining, it's freezing cold. take your pick.) at port meadow yesterday the thames had risen above its banks such that the whole place was more thames than meadow, and whatever wasn't thames was a sea of squelchy mud.
here it is, at 8 am, the sun hasn't quite risen yet, and i really, really hate mornings.
having to drag yourself out of bed, needing caffeine really really badly, all because there's some stupid class you need to attend.
especially when it's bloody cold and your bed is really nice and warm and you've been under a quilted duvet all night.
especially when there was promise of snow and all you wake up to is... dried leaves.
grrr.
***
it's half an hour later and i've had breakfast and some tea and i feel somewhat better about mornings. it helps that the sun has risen.
my frozen mind cranks to activity and one of the first questions of the day which presents itself for consideration (there will be many more, considering how i have a tute and 2 classes later) is why the weather in britain is so perpetually shitty.
if i believed in the existence of a judgemental God who intervenes in history, a possible explanation would have been that the weather was sent as a blight to punish the english for something their ancestors had done in the distant misty past. i'm sure at some point in the middle ages many of them had considered this explanation and thought through it really carefully.
or perhaps the huguenots who moved to england in the 17th century thought also that the weather was a punishment they had to bear for escaping martyrdom in catholic france. (i mean, moving to england from france? come on... they could have moved to the bahamas. or at least the canary islands.)
if i believed in karma and reincarnation i might consider the shitty weather in england a proof that it was a different plane of existence where those who had been sinners, rocks and vegetables in their previous lives would be sent.
but then how would one account for us, the temporary sojourners?
what are the implications for free will?
but noooo. i have to be content with the explanation that england is subject to the influences of such and such a current flowing from the equator which makes it moist and warm relative to other places at the same latitude.
how unexotic.
it's probably going to start raining at some point again. (if it isn't raining, it's freezing cold. take your pick.) at port meadow yesterday the thames had risen above its banks such that the whole place was more thames than meadow, and whatever wasn't thames was a sea of squelchy mud.
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