How unfortunate, to be "distracted" by thunderstorms, jazz, and coffee. This scene just feels so picturesque I couldn't resist thinking about it for a minute; besides, I'm nineteen pages into my philosophy paper, which is admirable enough for now. It's flowing pretty well. Like the inscriptive corporeal flows of enfleshed nomadic subjectivity, as my paper's overall synthesis would say.
Anyway, listening to Kings of Convenience, made all the more meaningful by the fact that it's wafting through Saint's Rest speakers just by chance. It's perfect rainstorm music. As ready as I am to get out of here, I really am going to miss the subtleties of Grinnell on days like this one; wherever you go you know you'll see friends, and you know which restaurants serve the best drinks and who will give you a discount at what time. A scone will always cost $1.25 because it's only available in one place. The town library, post office, and church are all across the street from both my apartment and the coffeeshop. With my bike, nothing is more than five minutes away. But maybe all of these things will be the case in Berkeley...who knows?
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