Sinister: when in doubt, say "spacepet"

[Kirsten Kenyon]

  yesterday's wind was so dry and so bitterly cold that a warm drag 
of my cigarette felt significantly healthier than the fresh, 
unfiltered air that froze my lungs as i made my way up the hill to my 
first class.  i just looked out the window, and today doesn't look 
much better.  in the summer, i usually long for winter.  in the 
winter, i don't long for summer but i do long to regain the feeling 
in my toes.  
  i've had an exciting revelation.  if i relate NUMBERS to WORDS, i 
am not half bad at mathematics.  this occurred to me roughly fifteen 
minutes into yesterday's lecture. it was glorious. i sat there, 
beaming, as a shaft of exuberant light broke from the heavens, 
bathing my little desk in golden brilliance and engulfing me in a 
warm embrace.  i could be mistaken, but it seems to me that the 
entire episode was accompanied by several passages of 
handel's "messiah." 
  **a bit of family shame:  my father, for as long as i can 
remember, has insisted that we listen to the "messiah" in its 
entirety on the way to my grandparents' house each christmas.  over 
the years of restless cartrips (and brief engagements with various 
chorales) every member of my family has learned virtually every word 
and note of the whole damn thing, not excluding the complicated 
arias.  when you know the words, it can be hard not to sing 
along...yeah.  painfully lame.
  and almost creepy..  i can recall an afternoon...i must have been 
nine or ten, my brother being seven or eight.  it was summertime, and 
we were in the car in the parking lot of pick'n'save (i cringe even 
as i type that most loathesome of names).  okay i lost it.  OH.  in 
the car, listening to some vivaldi dad had put on for us and waiting 
impatiently for him (dad, not mister antonio v.) to emerge and whisk 
us away to a fun-filled afternoon at the whitnall botanical gardens.  
i loved to look at the roses, and my brother loved to chase the 
squirrels.  dad must have been in the supermarket for half an hour. 
sometime during his absence, we grew restless and began belting out 
the hallelujah chorus over the strains of the four seasons.  we were 
getting to a really good part (and quite enjoying the dissonance we 
were creating by singing one piece over another) when our father 
opened the car door. my little brother and i looked at each 
other, then stared at our dad and gleefully adapted the 
lyrics "...and we shall wait and we shall wait and we shall wai-
ayayait AND WE SHALL WAIT FOR-EV-ER AND E-E-EVER!"
  my goodness.  looking back, it's now quite clear that my present 
state of dorkiness is the cruel denouement of years of...dork 
training.  right.  class.
  love
  kirsten
  


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