Hope this saves right -- just wanna bookmark it because i always liked the song, but when this version came out today i finally decided i loved it. Incredible.
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Friday, March 25, 2011
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Best Feeling Ever
This morning I woke up early for no reason. I made coffee and a monstrous bowl of peanut butter cap'n crunch with 2 percent milk (if you were raised on skim like me, give 2 percent a shot sometime, it is heavenly). I turned on food network, and barefoot contessa was on, which surprised me for some reason. So I was on my couch, wrapped in a down blanket, drinking coffee and watching barefoot contessa, when I suddenly heard my neighbor outside scraping the ice from his windshield at 7 am. And knowing that I was insanely warm and comfortable and would not have to do anything like that all day if I didn't want to--THAT was the best feeling ever.
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Saturday, March 12, 2011
on my mind
Thoreau said "the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." I used to always heed that quote as a warning, sort of cautionary example of how not to be and what not to become. But now i'm starting to wonder if I identify with that state of existence more I realized before. Now that I've got a few years of post-collegiate living behind me, I am starting to notice some surprising patterns in my life and the way I am choosing to live it. I am generally happy in my life, but also seem to always be in pursuit of that sort of rare enlightened happiness, the kind that you remember from childhood but only ever seem to experience in fleeting and unexpected ways as an adult. I feel like the pursuit of.this kind of contentment has driven me far from home, because the assumption is that.the source is elsewhere, waiting to be found. This drive has definitely made my life interesting. It has led me to experiences and places that I never would have otherwise encountered.
But sometimes I wish I didn't have it. I wish I wasn't always on the hunt, always looking to things I don't have and places I don't live as souces of fulfillment. Because ultimately I don't know where to look. Its all a giant shot in the dark, a hope that some day I will stumble upon that unknown something and then I will be complete. I feel desperate sometimes. But quietly so. So suddenly, after taking some of the biggest steps of my life in what I thought was the direction of my purpose, I understand thoreau and his words more than ever. When he went to live at walden pond I don't think that he was speaking of that mass of men from a position above them. I think that he was speaking as one of them. What other reason was there to go?
But sometimes I wish I didn't have it. I wish I wasn't always on the hunt, always looking to things I don't have and places I don't live as souces of fulfillment. Because ultimately I don't know where to look. Its all a giant shot in the dark, a hope that some day I will stumble upon that unknown something and then I will be complete. I feel desperate sometimes. But quietly so. So suddenly, after taking some of the biggest steps of my life in what I thought was the direction of my purpose, I understand thoreau and his words more than ever. When he went to live at walden pond I don't think that he was speaking of that mass of men from a position above them. I think that he was speaking as one of them. What other reason was there to go?
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