More specifically concerning: cold
19.01.02 – Saturday
19 January 2002, around 17.22.
It seems a great pity to me that more people do not use proper handkerchiefs – as, for instance, the old man sneezing into the shrubberies. Went for a long walk through the snowfall this evening, with the sole intent of ambling once the videos were returned. Snow accumulated quickly in my communist shoes. I […]
Domesticity
12 January 2003, around 9.49.
The house is filling up again—graduate students (myself included) returning for naught week. My neighbor slams her door, rattles her keys, rustles a storm of plastic bags. I do not imagine I seem any quieter to her. And now everything smells of canned beef stroganoff, an odor which, with the interminable rumblings of the kitchen […]
A view (5)
10 February 2003, around 9.23.
gutter, pigeon.
apropos of nothing
10 June 2003, around 8.45.
Small rain.
constitutional
10 December 2003, around 15.33.
Swan, river, fog.
A view (16)
1 March 2005, around 16.50.
Some people don’t need to worry about catching cold.
callings
28 October 2008, around 2.43.
And a fog settled over the village.
Crambe repetita (25)
21 December 2012, around 5.03.
Margaret Cavendish, Sociable Letters.
and another thing
7 January 2017, around 18.27.
Eventually, it did snow.
tædium
8 January 2017, around 5.31.
It has been unexpectedly cold, and on that particularly evening we were preparing for a very cold weekend, with frost and potentially snow. The puddles from recent rains had frozen, which is a rare thing – if I had a better memory, I could probably count on one hand the number of times this has […]
frost point
15 January 2024, around 11.36.
One cannot say that it is unseasonably cold, because it is winter and it should, after all, be cold, but it is unusually cold, to the point that the streets have been, for the past two days, uncommonly empty, except for dogs and their owners and (on Saturday) postal carriers. Going out without gloves leaves […]
aide-memoire
27 February 2024, around 11.50.
It is cold again today, and going out for my run felt burdensome, although I managed it, mostly by distracting myself by trying to sort out different genres of memoir. Some people say there are seven, others say there are thirteen, but none of their lists fully encompass the sub-generic specificities that I have drawn […]