distracted by expectation, as if every event
announced a beloved? (Where can you find a place
to keep her, with all the huge strange thoughts inside you
going and coming and often staying all night)…”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
This morning was gray and gloomy. There was the usual rush and hum of traffic as I walked to work, except today, for some reason, there was one moment when all of the cars cleared: absolute silence. Not a peaceful silence, but a strange and suspenseful one. A rarity. Where there is no music, there is noise; where there is no noise, there is foreign emptiness.
Yesterday, a coworker and I were assigned to initiate a small research project that our company may be implementing. Coincidentally, I received an email yesterday afternoon announcing that Yale alumni are now able to access JSTOR for free (for non-academicians, JSTOR is short for "Journal Storage", basically a large database of scholarly journal articles). I felt like a kid in a candy store, printing and reading papers on psychology, cognition, economics, and consumer behavior. I guess I may really be a nerd at heart.
