Toward the future

I've been in London the past two nights, hanging out with Anthony Fischer in between his rehearsals. We talked a lot about the coming year (summer included), and it strikes me that it is about this time of year (late March) when I almost always begin to think in an almost exclusively forward-thinking manner. I think about the summer to come, the next year, the many years which hopefully lay sprawled out before me in a terrain rich with possibilities. I'm not exactly discarding April and May, of course, but they are the blissful prelude to what really matters.

There's good news for those of us worried about epidemics-- apparently, something about the nature of the H5N1 virus means a mutation which would facilitate human-to-human transmission is extremely unlikely.

In my free time over the past couple days, I've been playing Final Fantasy II, one of the few games in the series I've yet to complete, and reading China Mieville's Perdido Street Station, a phenomenally executed novel which was presented to me as steampunk but might more accurately be called "surrealist fantasy." It's really exceptional, and I feel safe recommending it to my friends at home (it's not "children's fantasy," which is a taste more exclusively mine). As a matter of fact, I will be sad if at least one of the Denison kids doesn't pick it up, as I'd really like some back-up when I say how badass it is.

I've told myself that I'm going to write this Kenyon paper before Monday, and I really must do so, because to fail to do this would mean severely crippling my chances of completing Kingdom Hearts II before I'm dragged away to Ireland and more adventures.

Anton and Mags and I went to Forbidden Planet in London, and I was very angry that I did not have the proper coinage to acquire a FFX-2 keychain. I would carry Yunie around and be proud of my geekiness, dammit.