el comienzo del verano

Currently Listening:  "Mushaboom" -- Feist.  Lyricism:  "I got a man to stick it out and make a home from a rented house.  And we'll collect the moments, one by one.  I guess that's how the future's done.  How many acres?  How much light?  Tucked in the woods and out of sight.  Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap on a little road barely on the map..."

Home.  That now has two different meanings.  Home for the summer.  First variation on May 2006, I guess.

First year of medical school done, and I like having nothing to do, nothing to study or think about, academically speaking.  For now.

Reading, writing, and piano are on the schedule in significantly greater time allotments than during the previous school year.  Hopefully running around to avoid the weight gain and general sloth.  Also, decorating and organizing at the other home.  And taking crash courses on somewhat obscure Chinese dialects.

Currently Reading:  Dry:  A Memoir by Augusten Burroughs.  Candid, full of insight...or hindsight, rather.  Great descriptive text, with one of my favorite lines as "highly evolved sense of denial."  Sounds familiar.  Except for the whole recovering alcoholic part.  I'd like to read more of his work.  And soon.

Quote:  "What I really want is to sit next to someone under an L.L. Bean blanket on the beach in the fall and drink coffee from the same mug.  I don't want some rusty '73 Ford Pinto with a factory-defective gas tank that causes it to explode when it's rear-ended in the parking lot of the supermarket.  So why do I keep looking for Pintos? (205)"

By the way, I'm taking book suggestions if you have them readily available.

In the meantime, I'll be trying to jumpstart my creative self into gear so I'll have something new to post here.  I feel that I've been quite neglectful...