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Hey folks,
My father dislocated his finger playing basketball. He sat down, popped it back into place, decided that it was acceptably reduced, taped it to the finger next to it, and continued to play basketball. Think we're related?
Crazy times, so much going on that livejournal and facebook just do not make the radar screen lately, which is too bad cause it's actually a nice easy way to stay slightly in touch with lots of you who have schedules just like mine. Whether or not you hear from me, I do think of you. :)
So, for the couple of you that I know want to know, here's how my semester is going: I have become an organizer person; I have become an I-visit-Butler-every-day person. I live off Nussbaum salads and morning runs. Fridays I'm at the barn all day. I'm diving again, just PE though...for now. ;) I should find time for PT for my shoulder and I should call Katy more. I'm back to all the things I've done my whole life, but in a very different way because they've all become choices rather than things I have to do, and it makes me realize why I was passionate about them in the first place. It's so easy, especially at a place like Columbia, to get caught up in an entirely intellectual realm to the point where one forgets to go out and live life. And the things that really matter I don't think you can learn in a classroom. To quote Hermione Granger, "Me! Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery." It's funny how life seems to be made up of repeatedly misplacing knowledge that we already have and stumbling across it again, unexpected, in an ice cream cone or a pair of muddy sneakers. I feel like the answers to so many of the big questions - what is a life well-lived? what does it mean to be happy? - are sitting there saying to me, "We've been here the whole time. Where the heck did you go?" And I'm sure that at some point in the future, they'll be saying that very same thing to me again.
So that's how I'm doing. Over-scheduled, stressed, hyper-caffeinated, and absolutely frickin' phenomenal. And I wish you all the same.
"For heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorstesp (drink their downfall) do the same; can't be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life. In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June."
-Virginia Woolf
My father dislocated his finger playing basketball. He sat down, popped it back into place, decided that it was acceptably reduced, taped it to the finger next to it, and continued to play basketball. Think we're related?
Crazy times, so much going on that livejournal and facebook just do not make the radar screen lately, which is too bad cause it's actually a nice easy way to stay slightly in touch with lots of you who have schedules just like mine. Whether or not you hear from me, I do think of you. :)
So, for the couple of you that I know want to know, here's how my semester is going: I have become an organizer person; I have become an I-visit-Butler-every-day person. I live off Nussbaum salads and morning runs. Fridays I'm at the barn all day. I'm diving again, just PE though...for now. ;) I should find time for PT for my shoulder and I should call Katy more. I'm back to all the things I've done my whole life, but in a very different way because they've all become choices rather than things I have to do, and it makes me realize why I was passionate about them in the first place. It's so easy, especially at a place like Columbia, to get caught up in an entirely intellectual realm to the point where one forgets to go out and live life. And the things that really matter I don't think you can learn in a classroom. To quote Hermione Granger, "Me! Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery." It's funny how life seems to be made up of repeatedly misplacing knowledge that we already have and stumbling across it again, unexpected, in an ice cream cone or a pair of muddy sneakers. I feel like the answers to so many of the big questions - what is a life well-lived? what does it mean to be happy? - are sitting there saying to me, "We've been here the whole time. Where the heck did you go?" And I'm sure that at some point in the future, they'll be saying that very same thing to me again.
So that's how I'm doing. Over-scheduled, stressed, hyper-caffeinated, and absolutely frickin' phenomenal. And I wish you all the same.
"For heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorstesp (drink their downfall) do the same; can't be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life. In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June."
-Virginia Woolf