We might as well just change the name of this here blog to “Fortnightly Half-Thoughts,” since that’s about our pace. Whatever, it’s summer vacay.
It’s Wednesday, May 28, and I’m coming off a long Memorial Day weekend, which marked the unofficial start of the Summer of T. Tlantz has been excited about her summer of T for a while, with the end of school and all, and now I’m jumping on board. Sh can tell you more about what all it really entails.
This summer of T also marks the unofficial start of a new four-year phase. Leo got me thinking of four-year cycle on Friday. I rather like four-year cycles. I guess growing up going to school inculturates us into accepting that four-year cycles are natural. There’s elementary school, middle school, high school, then college. Four years is about perfect for each of these. The first year you’re confused, the second you have a good time, the third you get serious, and by the end of the fourth year you’ve mastered your surroundings and are ready to move one. My fatal flaw was doing a two-year masters after college. It threw a wrench in my mojo. But I’m back in the swing of the cycles now, and am coming off four years in Philly. Time to move on.
But it’s not just school and educational development that likes these four-year cycles. The Olympics are every four years. So are presidential elections. And leap year. The Dow Jones is said to be on a four-year cycle, though I know nothing of the markets. Et cetera. And for those of us born in 1980, these cycles seem even more natural, since they land on nice round, familiar numbers.
So changes are all around us. For my own self, St. Joseph came through in record time and this coming weekend I’ll be moving into new digs in scenic, leafy green Windsor Terrace. It’s like the suburbs there, but urban.
Let the Summer of T begin.