Book List

I'm going to read as many of these books as I can: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2QuCDt/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_100_Best_Books_of_All_Time

It's not that I'm all the time lonely because I'm not. There are just fleeting moments. Flashes of longing that come and go but leave a trace of ache and tenderness that I wish would go away. But I don't know that I'm so tough. And I don't know that I really want to be--it's that fully felt emotional tendency I have that makes me feel all the more human, deeply impressed by the poignancy of what it means to be human: to love and hurt and be hurt and love again and live and die within the perimeters of such a temporary existence.

Now that the first year of this master's program is up, it's becoming easier to breathe again and feel more like myself. That also means I have more time to think for myself, which could, if unchecked, lead to dangerous ruminations of memory. And I don't want that. So, with all of my intention and will and optimism, I will read, ponder, peruse, enjoy, cherish and revel in the time I have for whatever I want to do with my sparse schedule. Here's the top ten (in no particular order):

1. Flea markets/thrifting/vintage shop road trips
2. Reading "the best books of all time"
3. Drinking beer on the deck
4. Cookouts and potlucks
5. Yoga
6. Long morning walks with Georgia
7. Long bike rides
8. Coffee and the paper or crafts or letter-writing
9. Shows
10. Visiting the people I love

I'm so grateful for the support of those people in #10. The crafts and letters and treasures will be for them. I just love a healthy dose of altruism and summer feelgood vibes.