The Nightfly (Until The Sun Comes Through The Skylight)

In the summer months, my propensity to sleep a lot doesn't pose much of a problem. In those months I have a maximum of 18 hours in which to sample direct sunlight.

Now we're back in the near-perpetual dark and grey skied months of winter. Last weekend, between 1615 on Friday and 1200 on Monday, I experienced no sunlight (direct or indirect). I can't say any psychological or physical disturbances manifested themselves as a result of the lack of natural light. The constant memory of watching sunrise does pop into my head frequently, and my speaking of the summer Sun as if it was a friend may or may not cast doubt on my claim to a sound mind.

If it wasn't for the deplorable weather, I'd be watching our other major celestial body rise.

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Photo: Prij, Sunrise on June 5th (#24 of 27, Cropped), 05/06/06 0255 UTC

A View To A Kill

My current dearth of activity is largely due to my linguistics project - just when it's near completion, it goes diachronic. A third holiday this year would boost the number of posts, but that's unlikely. Alternatively, I could go to the cinema more frequently.

In preserving "tradition", the Padre and I went to see Casino Royale. This tradition of seeing the new Bond film only stretches back to 31/12/99 when myself, the Padre, and my brother (2 unrelated people at the back were the only other viewers) saw The World is Not Enough. The Padre and I then saw Die Another Day on my birthday 4 years ago. DAD was the worst since Roger Moore's tenure, a recognition of the imaginary threat from Vin Diesel's zZz, and a poor end to the Brosnan era.

Bright Clothes For Winter

Borrowdale from the slopes of Grayrigg Forest, Stephen Dawson, 2004

In my few years of writing on the internet, I've typically taken a break for one month of the year. October appears to have been that month.

My current writing block is afflicting introductions. I could write the rest of the post and then do the intro, but I dislike the break in flow when read back. As a result, I simply haven't written much in October that wasn't already drafted in September. I also have an aversion to publishing anything with less than 500 words.

Through October I've been working on prij.9ax.net (Untitled), preparing pages for forthcoming material. In the past two weeks my linguistics project has received attention after 18 months of neglect. Additionally, I hope to complete two short stories for the New Year - one of which will be a reworking of a piece I wrote 5 years ago in 4th Year English.

Anyway, I went up to the cemetery again on Thursday. I figured a funeral must have taken place when a procession of 30 cars passed by, and stood on the large knoll watching the grave being filled in. I went back into the wooded areas to watch the wildlife.

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