The wind is all bluster and ferocity today: large branches are everywhere, and an entire tree had blown over in Queen's Park. Each time I passed it, there were people clustering around it, touching it, as if they couldn't believe it was a real tree. An entire class' worth of grade school kids swarmed it at one point. Fall is really settling in - the trees are full of yellows, although plenty are still green as well. There aren't many reds yet. I kept appreciating the fact that, as a fully grown human being, I weigh enough to keep from being blown away. Speaking of fall, C. pointed me in the direction of this beautiful photoblog, currently featuring some lush images of autumn-painted woodlands.
Soon: My harp is going on a field trip this coming weekend to be restrung! I'll have a usable harp again! I leave tomorrow for a conference in Atlanta, a trip which will hopefully feature visits to a number of friends - or at least to parents of friends. I give my paper on Saturday. My students take their midterm tomorrow. I would like to think my life will be more tranquil post-conference, but many of the postdoc deadlines are at the beginning of November, a month which is approaching with alarming rapidity.
Recently: Another lecture - you would think lecturing on windmills would be easy for me. I've been eating lots of lovely Thanksgiving leftovers. There's only a tiny bit of remaining turkey. Speaking of Canadian events, a fellow member of my department now has an LJ as well:
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I saw Underworld yesterday and cared about very few of the character. I wasn't very taken by the main characters, but I particularly liked Lucien. The cute girl/plot device was likable, but would have been better if she wasn't such a plot device. It looked as if it was always daylight outside of the underground corridors when clearly it wasn't - the movie's about vampires. And speaking of a movie about vampires, did they ever need to feed? Apparently not. I had to close my eyes frequently - too many needle shots. It seemed like almost everyone needed to have a needle stuck into them at some point or other.