I am going far in the other direction, into activity almost more than thought.  It’s refreshing to be back east, to be home, to see familiar locations with new eyes.  I’ve been making progress on my primary project (grad school applications), and my quaternary project (figuring out what to do with all my stuff, particularly stuff from my Boulder apartment).  My secondary (travel plans) and tertiary (making my various webapps) are a bit stalled right now.  This will change.

One common train of thought for me has been quite absent: food.  To those in NYC that I was going to give cooking lessons to, worry not, I still want to.  But my ability to think about food has been quite sapped since leaving Boulder, for better or worse.  I find all I want is a handful of nuts or berries, water, the occasional bit of meat.  I should try making pemmican, and turn this lack-of-food into something productive.

Beyond that, I want to move, walk, dance, fence, something.  I’ve been doing a lot of hauling-boxes, which is not the most satisfying form of activity.  Still struggling with nocturnal inclinations—it’s nice to hang out with friends, but I feel weirdly bad about being asleep through the day.  The empty night-streets are lovely, though.

More east-coast travel needs to happen.  I’ve made it to Philly lately, but I need more of that, and then there are the other cities: NYC, Boston, Toronto, DC.  To all those I owe a visit: sorry, I’m working on it.