Ah, Kansas...

This morning I woke to high humidity and temperatures in the upper 50's. By midday it was 65, with roughly the same level of humidity as the bottom of a swimming pool. Tonight, I retired to my room late after an evening chat with my sister, and I flipped on the weather channel as I got ready for bed. I noticed a severe weather alert - turns out we're under a tornado watch until 5:00 in the morning! Severe thunderstorms with heavy lightning and hail are almost upon us - a quick step out onto the porch revealed bright white lightning to the northwest, illuminating the low hanging clouds barreling across the sky. Winds are suddenly rattling the windows on the house, and the distant rumble of thunder promises that we'll see some weather soon.

I shall now return to my attic bedroom and try to sleep...

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

From the New York Sun, 1897:

Dear Editor—

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O’Hanlon

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Merry Christmas to you and yours. :)

Since we last met...

...I finished the requirements for my degree and bought a house.
It's been a busy past few weeks. :)

Tomorrow is my pinning ceremony. I've had so many mixed emotions lately - it's been a lot to sort through. More on this later.

I leave for Kansas on Sunday, and I'm looking forward to a little brain vacation. And blogging.

One last hurrah.

So that one last research paper I mentioned? Yeah, still working on that.
Turns out it's the paper from hell.

Tonight is going to be a red-eye research paper fest - one. last. time.