{"id":12045,"date":"2017-04-08T14:46:30","date_gmt":"2017-04-08T18:46:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=12045"},"modified":"2017-04-08T14:47:02","modified_gmt":"2017-04-08T18:47:02","slug":"march-2017","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=12045","title":{"rendered":"March 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

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So March. That sure was some kind of a month, huh?<\/p>\n

If you want, you can skip ahead to the stories<\/a> and books<\/a> and movies<\/a> and music<\/a> I read, watched, and listened to this month. Otherwise…<\/p>\n

I turned forty at the end of last month, which I’m not entirely sure is a move I can heartily recommend. My birthday itself passed without particular incident, for good or bad, but this whole “being middle-aged” thing…I just don’t know about it. I also don’t know if anybody at forty is where they expected to be, but I sure as heck am not.<\/p>\n

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Weirding me out even more, perhaps, is that I spent several days right before my birthday revisiting Penn State, after an absence of almost thirteen years.<\/p>\n

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It was very<\/i> strange being back, in some ways exactly as I remembered, and in many others not anything like what I remembered. When you find yourself asking someone, “Is this building new?” and they tell you, “Well, it was built about a decade ago,” you know you’ve been gone for a while. And in some ways, it was the things that hadn’t<\/i> changed that weren’t strangest of all. (Like, seriously, the downtown movie theater I used to go to is now a Chipotle, but that hole-in-the-wall Chinese takeout place is still there? Well, it is<\/i> a college town.)<\/p>\n

I also don’t know anybody in town anymore. My old boss, I found out recently, passed away this summer, and he had retired a few years before that at any rate. My friends when I left in 2004 were exclusively students, now graduated, which might have factored into my decision to leave. (I think I’m friends with one or two of them on Facebook still, but the same way I’m friends with most people on Facebook, in that we never talk there and I barely use Facebook.)<\/p>\n

I did have a very nice dinner my last night with a Twitter acquaintance, but I didn’t see anyone else I knew, and I didn’t have many old haunts to revisit. (The couple I did were either just weird or actively disappointing.)<\/p>\n

It was like wandering around in a place built on the bones of what was one time your home. Like revisiting a place that isn’t there anymore. I didn’t expect it to have stayed like a bug trapped in amber, unchanging…except maybe I did?<\/p>\n

It was a reasonably good trip, but an odd experience, and I recognized that I’m not nostalgic for there<\/i>, but for then<\/i>. And then isn’t there anymore.<\/p>\n

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Another thing that happened in March is that my parents got a new dog.<\/p>\n

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His name is Finn, and he’s a mix — we’re reasonably sure of Labrador retriever and Pharaoh hound. He’s also still very much a puppy, which is an adjustment<\/i>, to say the least. He’s lovable, but also ridiculous a lot of the time and not terribly well trained yet. I’ve lost at least one pair of socks and a T-shirt to him, for instance, and the carpet has been christened too many times by his bladder.)<\/p>\n

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And now, back to our regularly scheduled blogging. The books, stories, movies, and music I read, watched, and listened to last month. <\/p>\n

(I don’t know where Miss Saigon<\/i> on Broadway fits into that, but I also went to see that with my parents. It wasn’t bad.)<\/p>\n

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The stories<\/a><\/p>\n

I think<\/i> I read thirty-one short stories in March, but I simply can’t remember one of them, so I’m going to keep the list at thirty. That’s very close to my regular one-every-day habit.<\/p>\n

Here are the ones I particularly liked:<\/p>\n