The City of Trees

Continuing with the descriptions of cities comes Boise Idaho. Boise is hot and dry, but a very nice place in general. It will be weird most of all to compare the towns that I am living in to those that I have never been to before, and I think that the dull nostalgia that has plagued my last few posts will be surely surcease. Oh well, soon I will be traveling to Los Angeles for my visa. Until then... 

The City of Subdued Excitement

I feel that so long as I am doing this every town should warrant a description to the best of my ability. As you may or may not know, Bellingham is the city of subdued excitement. It rains here a lot. I have seen it rain 25 degrees below freezing here. Steam billows from your mouth and rain pours out of your hair. I can't express properly how much I enjoy it. Over the last few weeks it has been so sunny and generally gorgeous here I can barely stand it. No matter what this town is always beautiful. The trees here are all evergreens, or they are a red sort that grows low. I haven't bothered to learn the name of those, but they are beautiful and frankly quite impressive...As far as trees can be without simply being enormous. There is some great waterfront here and a boardwalk that stretches about 2 miles and runs parallel with the train tracks, which can get in the way of a quiet evening. However, the train rarely runs, and usually by the time it is coming it is destined for the station so it only creeps by. The whole town is basically bricks, as is campus. Campus is great because the maintenance team is always just behind enough that this red floor all over the university shifts with dull thuds as it is stepped upon. There is no joy now though, it is finals time. Along with a paper for class, I must also work on my visa application. So farewell, the next post may not be until June, or until Belgium. Once I'm there however, they should really pick up, and maybe they'll be more interesting.

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Preface:

This all seems a little narcissistic. I'm sure I can learn to get over that though. This will be a chronicle available online for whoever would like to read it, of the month of June 2009 until the same month in 2010. I will be dividing up this time evenly between Boise, Brussels, Dakar, and the offices of bureaucrats. Posts will be in a manner resembling the bouncing of atoms in the laptop screen that you're reading this upon (or paper if you're a badass) and the tables, chairs, and floors, supporting it all. This may continue until I'm back in Bellingham, but I doubt it. I doubt frankly, it will last the entire year. One things for sure though, this is going to be embarrassing for the both of us if I say anything more than "Hey, they spell it Bruxelles here!" Or possibly we might innocuously go to "Dakar is hot, but I can't wear shorts without people making fun of me because I'm American!" Either way I'm sure my naivety will be paralyzing more than once, and you can be there in text. Enjoy.