The wonderings and wanderings of Dakin and Company

Month: September 2012
But last week was so pretty, so warm, so sunny, I think to myself as I look around with despair at the tar-bottomed rivers that follow cars to intersections and flow over each other to swirl and twirl through the bars of the storm drains. My umbrella is shredded by the wind and my shoes are squeakingly acknowledging that they are waterlogged, as I miss busses and dodge cars to get to a certain room, in a specific hall, by a fixed time. Today is the first day of classes and, partly due to the relentless rainstorm, it feels like a world away from the sunny shining of campus during the post-Irene bliss of registration week. I am running to class, late. And then I will run from class to a conference call for a summer job whose leftovers are spilling into my semester and whose deliverables, though once as tasty and exciting as my...