hey what's up. here's another cool photo of that volvo ocean race. i cant tell you how cool it was to see that in person, to see these huge boats with 9 story masts actually racing
well i havent been writing hardly anything. at least ive still been posting stuff and still maintaining a blog (ahem roy murray and jeff. what are you, twittering? (: )
so i knew i finally had to write something. here it is.
this weekend was lovely. Rena and Jed's wedding was fantastic. I saw a bunch of people that i hadnt seen in years, made some connections, had a blast. i danced and got people to dance. i shouted and lauged and got people to shout and laugh (or at least it felt that way (: ). now i'm back in boston, it's raining, i'm tired, but everything's ok
i've been super busy the last three months, but i also feel like i've grown up a lot. i feel like i'm making better decisions, and being more intelligent about stuff and not saying stupid stuff. maybe. but i think im onto something.
it only took me 26 years to grow up. is that a long time? i feel just like a child, and i am a child, but i feel like ive matured and am doing things better. i know these all sound like generalizations, but i just wanted to share that i feel like ive changed, for the better
there's so much i want to link to and write about now. i'm going to collect it all and get it together in one post. but here it is, finally jump starting some writing.
theres a lot going on, all the time, and its hard to keep up. actually, i know what ill leave you with. here's a nytimes article/blog post. i'll give you the link and my fav part. i wonder, what is happiness to you? is it lying in a boat with your eyes closed, floating and not worrying about anything? is it lying on a beach, listening to the waves, totally relaxed? is it something else? lemme know.
i think happiness for me could be many things. one of them is certainly lying down with eyes closed in the sun (matt hamilton taught me the virtues of sleep in the sun)
Happy Like Godfirst, from Rousseau:
"If there is a state where the soul can find a resting-place secure enough to establish itself and concentrate its entire being there, with no need to remember the past or reach into the future, where time is nothing to it, where the present runs on indefinitely but this duration goes unnoticed, with no sign of the passing of time, and no other feeling of deprivation or enjoyment, pleasure or pain, desire or fear than the simple feeling of existence, a feeling that fills our soul entirely, as long as this state lasts, we can call ourselves happy, not with a poor, incomplete and relative happiness such as we find in the pleasures of life, but with a sufficient, complete and perfect happiness which leaves no emptiness to be filled in the soul."
next, from Critchley:
"Rousseau is describing the experience of floating in a little rowing boat on the Lake of Bienne close to Neuchâtel in his native Switzerland...On the way to the island, he would pull in the oars and just let the boat drift where it wished, for hours at a time. Rousseau would lie down in the boat and plunge into a deep reverie...Look at what Rousseau writes above: floating in a boat in fine weather, lying down with one’s eyes open to the clouds and birds or closed in reverie, one feels neither the pull of the past nor does one reach into the future. Time is nothing, or rather time is nothing but the experience of the present through which one passes without hurry, but without regret."
