The Lamb goes Home

Oh sweet nectar of Civilization. I'm not sure when my world officially became addicted to internet, but I do know that the 24/7 availability of unlimited free internet is my new official definition of home-sweet-home. Sad, right?

I spent 2 months traveling around Europe; borrowing, stealing, or occasionally paying for internet access via sneaky wi-fi or the more blatant internet cafes.

I then came "home" to San Antonio to collect myself, flew back out again to New York (resuming the travel mentality), then back to SA. The transition, from away-from-home traveler to truly homeless occurred exactly 3 days before I left San Antonio. That's when, for a variety of silly reasons, the internet access just stopped.

It was like having the rug pulled out from under me, or the door locked behind me. You can never go home again, eh? Well, once the internet vacates the residence, I can't hardly stay home either. How's them for tough apples?

Road trips are road trips - I love them for the time they afford for thinking, watching the countryside, etc. One thing they don't allow for is communication, internet chief among that list.

And if the imbalance caused by being on the road (as well as the lamb) isn't enough, the odd uncertainty of finally landing in a place, in this case our new Manhattan apartment, and remaining unsettled, off-kilter, and unsure, is not my favorite.

We spent more than a week in New York without internet (this isn't quite true - I had some limited access on campus after a few days of abstinence, while shelley was left entirely without despite her best efforts).

And now - The Return of Internet. my precious.

No major revelations here, just musing on how happy I am to be back on-line in a permanent manner, and humored by how momentous the occasion hits me.

If you're terribly curious to see how the move transpired, check out the Google Map link for the "SA to NY road trip" or the new "New York Photo Album" link to the left.

By the Way, some other recent occurances:

Classes started on Tuesday. I'm enrolled in "Constitutionalism, Ataturk & Reza Shah," "Theory and Methods of Scholarship in the Middle East and Asia," "Culture & Power in Iraqi Literature," and "Cultural Development & Nation Building in Central Asia." Yeah, they love those big titles.

I also have a campus job (as yet un-started) working with a professor in the Middle Eastern Languages & Cultures department, and no word yet on the Columbia Swing Dancing or Radio (WKCR) involvement.

Finally, now that I'm finally settled in (and web connected) I think it's fair to say that for the most part, the metaphor I've grossly constructed as "the Lamb" is nearing an end. The point of the Lamb was the transition, the travel, new experiences, and open curiosity. And while I certainly intend to continue many of these traits and the lessons I've learned in the pursuit thereof, it may be time for another forced metaphor, and a new blog to accommodate it.

Stay tuned.

Weber (on the Lamb)