I'm practicing je suis canadienne but I suppose George Bush est un crétin would suffice

I don't understand how I could both be so excited to go to Belgium but simultaneously doing anything to procrastinate packing for the trip. Maybe I just need the pressure of an impending departure to get me rolling (apparently less than 20 hours is not quite impending). Maybe I've decided that for once it would be fun to go on a trip with nothing packed and pick up stuff along the way. Probably more fun in my head. Better get back to the suitcase.

On another note, I've been practicing my french really hard so that I can say a whole host of useful things:

Would you like to drink something with me?
Est-ce que vous voudriez boire quelque chose avec moi?

What do you want to drink?
Qu'est-ce que vous voudriez boire?

I would like to drink some wine.
Je voudrais du vin, s'il vous plaît.

I don't know if I'll get to chocolate by tomorrow...

cover me in your canopy

Typical Ann Arbor rain today, furious and beautiful.

I have five umbrellas, none of which are with me now. And so I am hiding in an obscure building, oh so thankful that I have my laptop to occupy me while I wait for a calm in the storm. I began to wonder, when did I start minding the rain? Is it because I wonder farther from home now and can't change my drenched clothes? Is it because so many of my destinations are over air-conditioned and it's no fun being cold in the summer? I'm not sure. I haven't figured it out yet. But I do know that a couple of years ago it was no problem to walk down the street in the furious and beautiful rain and now I am waiting for it to pass.

Head in the sand again

I may have figured out one problem that might keep me from being a good blog writer. I have a propensity for getting extremely ambitious about a particular subject, like when I decided to learn french one day and spent the whole evening gleaning words from boowa et koala. Sometimes these periods last for one or two days, sometimes they last for months. But usually, after a while, I'll drop the subject in favor of a new ambition. (Don't worry friends and lovers, this usually doesn't apply to people.) So here's my secret: this post, like a few others, was written on the same day as the previous but saved and posted a few days later to give the appearance that I am a normal blogger that can write a little every couple of days. It's not true.

This habit of binging and neglecting is especially a concern when it comes to reading my partner's blog. While it might be nice to save a dozen posts and read them all when he's away, and it is, sometimes I will find that half of our friends are extremely concerned that he's going to lose it and throw the A-through-K rack out the window and that he's received multiple death threats I never knew about. I'm going to have to keep up with this one.

Stubborn Me

I am determined, determined, determined to make this blog a success.

I realize that I have a tendency to leave three or four months in between my posts and because of my pride in vague, poetic concision they may only consist of a few lines, but I can still do it. I can hold it together.

So my first task as a successful blog owner was to give it a new look. Here it is and I like it.

back to the drawing board

Today NPR told me that thanks to quantum physics, the future and the past are uncertain, which means my previous post is junk.

I'll have to think this over.