Hm

It's been a while since I updated this blog with anything worth saying. But that sentence is useless.

What I've been up to:
Reading a bunch of British novels and Western Literature, and a French novel about a North African immigrant living in Paris and the trials of her life. I've been thinking about these books, talking about these books, and writing analytical essays about these books. I'm really enjoying my classes, but they're somewhat demanding, so I haven't had time for much else other than work and school. Mountain biking season is officially over, but the snow isn't sincerely here yet. My brother skied last weekend in variable snow, which made me jealous. I went to a cabin with the French club, which was fun.

The plan is to go to the East coast over Thanksgiving to see my entire extended family on my mother's side. I'm looking forward to it, but expect the event to be chaotic.

The literature I'm reading is stimulating, and I'm sure I'll never think or write the same way again, which is encouraging. I'm at a point of development, I hope. It's a little like being adolescent and feeling intense pains in limbs that are growing, except it's my brain. The old adage holds true: the more we learn, the more we realize that we can never know. It is a horrible anxiety of confusion, a complete lack of understanding that can only come with understanding something.

I've started writing more, which makes me think even more about who I am and where I fit and what I want to do. I don't think these problems of identity and place have solutions, but what else is there to do but search them out?

I'm still doing my radio show, which is a lovely little part of my life that I enjoy furiously. I'm on this Wednesday at 6AM MST.

That's it, I guess, a short summary of where I think I am right now, without really summarizing anything. I'm not sure what the purpose of this blog is. It started as a place to brag about my exploits, but rapidly devolved into a place to dump words and pictures every month or so. Now I'm not so sure. It feels more like a diary, the type of blog that used to repulse me.

It is what it is, and this is it.