Waiting and knowing

It's coming to me slowly that soon, the air will smell like grass again, the afternoon light will grow increasingly yellow and the daffodils will bloom along College Street. It will be spring, and it will be like no other New England spring I've known - a spring with no autumn to follow it. I will steal moments in hammocks and on warm benches, I will sit in the places where we can look in all directions and see only trees and old, old buildings. This spring, I will never close my eyes.

Reading

The Wine Bible (Karen MacNeil, Workman, 2001)

Thoughts so far: all adjectives used to describe wine are fundamentally not quantifiable (e.g. "hot," "languid," "supple"); the point seems to be to learn which words can't be used at the same time (e.g. "sweet" and "dry") and then pair a few that can, and try to make an argument. This strategy is not unlike participating in discussion sections without doing the reading.

Commentary

S: I hate Andy Richter.
L: Really? I think I'm at most indifferent to Andy Richter.
S: Andy Richter is the only person less funny than Jessica Alba.

Sass that never ends

L: (thoughtfully) Does it cost money to get ice in a hotel?
R: Why, do you have a business plan? Because we could make a KILLING. Say, do you think anyone's thought of charging for air, too?

From the School of Management, in the afternoon

Taken in January on a walk to retrieve a seminar paper, while looking forward to eating the friendly apple in my pocket, carried out of the dining hall for just such a moment of anticipation.