Thursday, June 9, 2011

Today, Tea, Timothy, and Alfalfa Mosaic Virus

I am still recovering after last night five mile run in 92 degree heat. I don't remember most of it, but i do remember almost crying to myself for it to stop.

This was the point in which i jumped into the "Lake Trout Capital of the World"

This morning yielded our third field course, allowing me to avoid any significant labor. The ride into work was fantastic. I rode along Seneca Lake, down the side-by-side brick houses in Main st. Geneva. They remind me of San Fransisco. I was imbued with excited energy. The kind of energy that yields thoughts like "i haven't done anything stupid enough to hurt myself in a while". It inevitably leads to riding over mulched horticultural beds and speeding through intersections.

Once arrived i was forced to wait for the rest of the student to arrive to go on the field crops field course. If you don't yet know what field crops are, they are the crops, which, by themselves, fill acres and acres and acres Aka corn, soybeans, wheat. Lucky for me i got to ride with a female named Jessica from texas that, though nice, likes listening to modern music. I do not mean to be dissin' on T-pain but i am sure the Norwegian PHD in the back and the chinese PHD candidate have little interest in hearing the word shotz in quick succession. The trip eventually ended in a flour mill that is known for having the world's largest buckwheat pancake, picture provided on facebook.

tonight feels nice, i know i must send myself to bed in the next six minutes, despite the happily provided noise from my roommates. Played violin in a grove of apple trees. These things are good and while little immediately comes to me as noteworthy, i must sit quietly waiting for something. like small bursts of forgetfulness or nostalgia or just having fun, which seems to happen less and less of late

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