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-Ludwig Wittgenstein
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-Groucho Marx

~ Tuesday, March 14, 2006 ~

Moving Target
Last night I was up most of the night writing out a paper which I presented today. Easy little 5-page creampuff of a thing, but it was a long long night, because I had to write most of it out longhand (I still haven't done anything about my computer). I finished it and typed it out on the phil. department computers this morning, presented it in class around 9:45 (it went well, I think), felt all sleepy throughout the second hour of class, decided to go back home to Brooklyn to relax rather than pulling my usual trick of reading/napping in the library between my Tuesday morning and Tuesday evening classes. So I got home and walked by Park Slope's synagogue, where I saw the world's most purposeful-looking clown getting out of a van with "happy Purim!" decorating the windows (happy Purim, by the way). I was lowish on food so I went by C-Town and bought myself lunch (bread and strawberries) and came home to eat and put myself down for nap. Can you imagine the pure bliss, after all the icky cold of this year's winter, and after all the slow buildup of stress, of reclining on the couch on the sun-drenched deck, eating sweet strawberries for lunch, and not having to feel cold nor having to write a paper? There are cats, too--two sweetheart kittycats who add just the right mood of smooth furry laziness to the moment. It was incomprehensibly wonderful. I didn't even need music. But satisfaction is a moving target, or maybe I'm just too tired to rest, because the next thing I started thinking was not "time for a nap" but rather "time for a bike ride?" and then "I still haven't heard the Megillah read, I wonder if Purposeful Clown Synagogue has another reading this afternoon." So they have one at 4, and I think I'll stay for at least a half hour of it, before hopping on the train to go to my 5:30 class in the Upper East Side's Mt. Sinai Hospital to learn more wonderful things about bioethics, but first, a bike ride in the park's sun-drenched air.

--maybe it's just been so long since I pulled an all-nighter that my dopamine levels are going crazy? Nah, I think it's the weather. Clear blue sky, warm air, fluffy breeze...it's enough to make even the natives start smiling.

Happy spring!

~ prattled by Miriam at 1:32 p.m. [+]

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