It's 8pm and I'm ready for bed, but the sun hasn't even set yet. I guess for the next two hours, I'm going to try to work on my prelims lists and start a funding proposal for a trip to the National Archives.
On Thursday I went to the library for a presentation on how, exactly, to plan a trip to the National Archives, and when I walked in there was half a dummy on the stage. And I was just like, well, that speaks well of this National Archives experience, doesn't it. XD But hey, if they require knowledge of CPR, I may be more prepared for this than I thought.
Then the guy brought out an AED and I was like, hmm, I think I might be in the wrong room. BUT I SAT THERE FOR A GOOD TEN MINUTES BEFORE DECIDING THAT IT WAS NOT, IN FACT, THE NATIONAL ARCHIVES PRESENTATION.
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This upcoming week is International Dark Sky Week. I think I want to keep the lights off in my house in personal observance of it. Computer's gonna have to stay on, since there's work to do, but I don't mind the dark.
There's an officially designated dark sky park in northern Michigan that I really want to visit at some point--which I think is particularly impressive given how industrialized the East/Midwest always look on those light maps. But hey, up north is different. It's like the Midwestern promised land, man.
I miss the west--and the picture available via the Bureau of Land Management certainly don't help! I've never figured myself for much of a desert person, because I don't like hot places. But the desert at night would be nice, I think. I hold dear my trips to Manzanar and I've always wanted to see the spring wildflowers in Death Valley; someday I'll camp in Joshua Tree, or Anza Borrego. And also, apparently, Arizona.
I imagine this is what Sam goes out to see when he takes those solo camping trips in Nevada.
And probably hear, too. YOU'VE PROBABLY NOTICED, but my threshold for things that disturb or upset me is pretty low right now. I'd like to be somewhere without the sound of traffic, or the neighbors, or the neighbors doing prolonged, absurd things with power tools, or the hum of the refrigerator. There's a clip in my iTunes that's literally just the revving of motors, and the sound of cars zipping into the distance, which is a comfort. <3 As far as other sounds go, I won't mind the hum of the summer bugs when they come; but I might mind the return of the bird that clicks like a gas stove. I mean, seriously.
We (the we that apparently led that coup, that is) were hosting our final speaker of the semester and I saw two gigantic, shining, bright red cockroaches in the room. It was...weird, but I guess it means spring has come and wildlife has returned to Michigan.
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P.S. Breaking news, Supernatural makes me very happy. <3
