Again

Sometimes I can’t wait for a song to be over so that I can play it again…and again. I love patterns and details. I just read a book that was completely full of the details of a life. I want to read it again as soon as possible. What is it about the minutia of things that is so fascinating? How can I possibly get bored, or be tired of looking at things? And yet I do. Repetitive things eventually drive me into a state of tedium. It’s been sunny every day this week? You have got to be kidding me. Left-overs again? Really? My little wants me to read Cowardly Clyde AGAIN. Really really?

“A child kicks its legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough… It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again,” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again,” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike: it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”

-G.K. Chesterton

I want to cultivate that part of me that delights in details and rejoices in repetition. It’s raining again. The stars are shining again. The breeze is blowing…again…again…again. His mercies are new every morning.

The Short version

I cut my hair on Saturday, or rather, I paid someone to cut my hair on saturday. I wasn't nervous about it at all. As soon as I decided to cut it, my long hair started bugging me more and more. It was too hot. the ends were damaged. It took too long to wash and dry and flat-iron. It was always in the way.

BEFORE

AFTER

I love it. It takes about two seconds to wash and five minutes to dry. Yay for short summer hair!

Summer Sidewalks

Just look at this picture for a few minutes. Don't you feel peaceful? Can't you just smell the grass and fresh, although somewhat damp air?

I want to sit in this picture. Just sit and think. and then not think. and breathe. sigh. cause if you don't breathe you'll die.

I've been reading Mark Helprin's Freddy and Fredericka. It's hilarious. I laughed out loud. My room mate looked at me funny. One of my favorite lines (cause I'm really just a very sappy romantic person): "Marriage is, among other things, having someone deeply and unreasonably on your side." It made me smile. I'm almost done, and then I'll move on to heavier things. Maybe Ulysses by James Joyce. There's a lovely bright blue copy at the Boulder Bookstore that I've had my eye on.

Summer seems to be slowly coming to Boulder. I went hiking on...someday last week. I think it was Sunday. I've been invited to several barbecues and my apartment's pool is going to open soon . I am very excited.