and then our exile

It is strange that it is nearly December. Last year at this time the world wasn't what it is today. I wasn't who I am today. Things were different.

Twenty minutes of skiing under the stars before I realized that I was getting cold (chose city jacket rather than bush jacket, and hence the kalt-ness). Words do not describe the night: half the sky is eclipsed by a blazing moon, while the other is home to brilliant stars--between the two, shadows on snow and the creaking of wooden skis and the soft rustles of a frozen jacket on a human_being. The night is the domain of the moose, and so I can confess to starting at unexpected dog_barks, but that is okay. Moose are my friends, at a distance.

In nine hours I shall iA be driving four people to Calgary. And in forty-five hours we should have returned, and i shall have to do physics again. ^_^ Until the days of i'tikaaf, I had found it radical-chic to regard the sciences in general with disaffection--a prospective Arts student, i have no foreseeable "need" for such. But a paradigm_shift: if i'm doing the work, why not enjoy it?
--all that is theory, yet. has not so far been tested, so am still not sure if it is physically [excuse bad pun] possible. but we shall see. we shall see.

Started JS Mill's On Liberty, and must say that while i do agree with much that he says, i am uncomfortable with some implications/consequences, and therefore give only qualified support to the guy.

Now, i shall most probably hang out with the computer until i leave for the exigencies of pillow or pen. Good night.