2006/23/04:03am

so august sucked.... i mean sure i had a great trip... the fact that i haven't posted any links to the vancouver trip blog because it isn't ready should be an indication to the fact that i had some fun in august... when i got back the weather was basically lame... if it was sunny it was cold... if it was raining it was warm... i wasn't counting on any nice days after the gold cup and saucer parade... so i booked my weekends to be productive... and as soon as a did i realized that i had made a mistake... we had one last good weekend... and then the next weekend was super nice too... and the next... they just kept getting better and better... this last weekend has been nice... i know it's a thursday... but all last weekend was some of the nicest i had scene... so anyways... today was just as ordinary as say last weeks weather... but tonight is another cold one... it's 8 degrees as i type this... sure we've already had frost... but it was one of those summer isolated things... but tonight is a clear indication that summer is very on it's way out... a saturday high of 17 with scattered showers isn't bad... but trees have already started to show their true colors and pumpkins have hit stands by the masses... as of the date posted in the title it will be autumn ... as strange word autumn.. with the M and the N next to each other like it's straight from the alphabet... apparently they don't call it fall in the rest of the world... only in North America... i'm not surprised... i got that fact from wikipedia... i stole this from there... i would have infringed on the whole thing but what will i post next fall?


Autumn in poetry has often been associated with melancholy. The possibilities of summer are gone, and the chill of winter is on the horizon. Thoughts and skies turn to grey. Rainer Maria Rilke, a famous german-language poet, has expressed such sentiments in one of his most famous poems, Herbsttag (Autumn Day), which reads in part:

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.

This translates roughly (there is no official translation) to:

Who now has no house, will not build one (anymore).
Who now is alone, will remain so for long,
will wake, and read, and write long letters
and back and forth on the boulevards
will restlessly wander, while the leaves blow.