It's snowing today: dry flakes swirling down through the cones of light from the street lamps. -17 degrees celsius wind chill, says the observatory's weather station. Walking to work at this hour of the night is an exercise in self-control, moving from step to step with care to avoid slipping on the icy walks, squinting to keep the flurries of snow from smacking into the eyes, and keeping hands tightly within pockets to keep the frigid air at bay.
Really, though, the snow and the cold make me happy. The vortices of air swirling around buildings whips the flakes into an intricately fractal frenzy, and the biting cold is a reminder of how crisp the world can be, absent of warmth. Tomorrow morning, I look forward to opening the door onto a landscape transformed into smooth forms of black asphalt, white snow, and grey stone and sky. Black and white has a certain, quiet, eloquence.
This week hasn’t been especially good for me, but I’m somewhat amused at the fortuitous timing of last night’s storm. The power got knocked out briefly last night, and when I came home I found my computer shut down with a note from my roommate:
“Your computer was making beeping noises so I turned it off.”
Sure enough, it’s making an awful siren noise on boot, the kind of sound I associate (after years in the IT industry) with sheer terror, expensive purchasing orders, and CPUs melting in some kind of perverse recreation of a Salvador Dali painting. The whole thing is rather suprising, considering the surge protector and decent power supply. I’m running it down to the SCIC as soon as I can get a cart, but I don’t really know what broke, or where I can get replacement parts from in time. Did I mention this is the start of finals week? >_<
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