Jeremiah's Strange Times

"Day 11 - Friday the 16th of December 2012.  The Trans Siberian.    Approaching Nizhny Novgorod. 10:40 (GMT + 4 Moscow Time) We've just slid into Moscow time, so our week of continual jet lag has come to a close. This morning we were still GMT + 6 but now we are +4, so that's exciting. Hanging out   Didn't write yesterday.  Busy/ not so busy day.  Petra, having not appeared the night before, visited fairly early in the morning.  We hung about doing nothing but falling asleep in our stuffy compartment while Wolf showed us something of his Motown collection from his USB." Drinks in the dreadful dining car   " At some point we roused ourselves and headed down to the dining car for an overpriced beer from the grump.  Petra and I then headed back to her cabin to fetch some rice wine.  We happened to be stopped somewhere, and as we searched for the bottle of somewhat dubious liquor, a drunk Russian tumbled in, smellin...

Right then, Blogging I was up at UCC today (University College Cork), where I studied Archaeology and History something like 5 years ago, and my brain was busy working on trying to make me feel sad/nostalgic through various vague recollections of  my understanding of Jung archetypes.  That is, as I was back in a place where I had spent quite a few happy years, Jeremiah should, by all rights, be sinking into some sort of brownish gray morass of memory. But Jeremiah wasn't.  Instead I was feeling vaguely superior. Vaguely old. And vaguely astonished I had spent so many of my days lurking about the glass confines of the student centre in which I was now sitting sipping the best coffee from a machine I had had in ages. Outside, students wandered from lectures, stopped to rest on the piers of marble that ran parallel to the windows, chatting instead of going anywhere.  The sun flared over the shoulder of the friend sitting across from me, easily evading the cupped h...