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Wednesday August 10, 2005, 01:19

One of my friends claims that Mercury is in retrograde, which I never did understand, but it seems like it has something to do with a planet going backwards, and it sounds bad. Whatever it is, I use it as a nice excuse for why everything in the world seems to be going wrong these days. Two weeks ago ended with a hard drive failure in a server and a large pane of glass slicing a gash in my forearm. This week began with more server problems, and the equivalent of two days of lost work.

So consumed I have been with all of this technology baby-sitting that I need to do that I was completely unaware that it is all of a sudden autumn.

I know! I don't believe it either. And it's entirely possible that the leaves start falling later in the day, only to miraculously re-grow into the carbon dioxide-eating, oxygen-giving entities that they are, but by the time I made it out for my bike ride this morning (and it was late morning at that, pretty much bordering on afternoon, where afternoon is defined purely as that time after twelve o'clock, noon) and I rounded the corner of the bike path where the garbage trucks have to cross the path and I am always sure that one is going to come shooting out of the garage and run me down, I noticed that the entire path was covered in crispy dead leaves that were falling off of the trees surrounding me. The air was still damp with that urban summer humidity which made the road decidedly slick, and I couldn't help notice -as I tore uptown with the wind at my back (dreading the ride home, against the wind) - that summer has started to pack up her toys and is getting ready to go home.

I always look forward to the summer. Inevitably, I'll start thinking about the summer sometime deep in winter, and as the winter chill starts to subside I'll say something like "the great thing about summer around here is that everyone is just so happy; people are happy to be wearing less clothing and everyone is smiling because the winter's been so tough." And it's around this time of year, as the days start to get a bit shorter, that I decide that I've had just enough of summer and that autumn should make its way into my life. I sit out at night and can almost imagine myself feeling a chill as a breeze blows over the city (until I remember that my skin is still damn from an 80% humidity that just won't quit).

My sister recently moved to the west coast - southern California to be precise - and she's posted a ten-day forecast that lists everyday as somewhere between 72 and 80 degrees and sunny, with various levels of 0% humidity in the air. I look at this and I wonder why it is that people are so willing to pack themselves tight on top of each other in this city, which is going to be several degrees hotter than it should be because of all the concrete and asphalt, without trees or plants or any of nature's other cooling systems. And then I walk into the subway and I just decide that I should lay down and die right there because it's so hot. And then I remember that I don't need a car here, and that the summer is packed with free concerts, and that all of my friends are artists, except for the ones who are lawyers and bankers, and that they can all hang out with each other. And while it seems like none of this actually makes up for the fact that I am miserable through much of the summer... no, actually, that's right - the summer totally bites.

And what of those free concerts and my friends and seeing all that the city has to offer? I've been a bit remiss in taking full advantage of all that the city has on tap. With the recent restoration of my former career path and all of the administrata that goes along with this (including, but not limited to: hustling for work, having meetings, qualifying for health insurance, eating lunch with friends), I have been surprisingly out of touch with the goings on in this town. This is certainly not the summer of four years ago when I found myself up in the park almost every weekend, waiting on line to get into the free concert, making friends with the my fellow line-mates. Heck, we didn't even go into the concert this year, opting instead to wait in the dirt field outside the fence where we could hear the music and the backs of the audience that made it into the venue, but not much else.

I'm not sure that I accomplished everything this summer that I wanted to (and even at this point I am writing off the summer as over) and I'm not even sure if I could measure it. One of my stated reasons for leaving my job has always been that I wanted to stay here for the summer and enjoy all of the activities that come with it. As it turns out, the big accomplishment of my summer ended up being simply quitting my job and ending up where I started just about a year ago. But I needn't worry about goals unaccomplished or projects left untouched. The summer serves its purpose as a bridge season - one in which plans are made, but very little actually happens.

And besides, the end of the summer means that my favorite season is just around the corner.

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