I've become awfully forgetful and absent-minded lately. Lots of trouble focusing. I don't know why. Can't summon up the state of mind to study. There seem a cloud in my brain and I can't brush it away.

The entire day, storm clouds brewed on the edges of Los Angeles, covering the eastern half of the sky in impenetretable metallic gray. Outside was very windy and unsually cold. The sun put up a occasional appearance and bring a little warmth, just to remind you it's still there, but for the most of the day, I went around dressed in uncharacteristic LA fashion, long coats and umbrella tucked at the side. I never liked high wind. As a child I experienced a few semi-heavy sandstorms and became very fearful of high wind. Of course I have grown out of this fear, but sometimes I would still be a little on edge when outside alone in high wind. I never enjoyed extreme weather much. I don't share the sentifments of Jonathan Edwards who stood in raging storms and sang odes to God's furious glory. When a particularly nasty storm is raging, I, even as a haphazard atheist, can't help but feel someone is mad at me.

But anyway, the day was long and I had too much to do.

I blog, therefore I am.

First, maybe I should explain the title of the blog. It's the leading quote for the novel Howard's End. And I think it speaks of the desire to communicate, to seek understanding and connection among human beings.