so mayyyybe i was being a little melodramatic in my last post. c'est possible. but i shan't hold it against myself. i am my biggest fan, after all. or at least i should be.
i spent the last 5 minutes trying to capture myself for you in the splendor of the Pink Bedroom, but decided i am too tired and my hair is far too disheveled for those sorts of antics. selfies are so early 2013 anyway. i think i posted my last one a few weeks ago.
maybe you can tell: i decided to stay in the new apartment. it boiled down to deciding whether i wanted to be the kind of person who sits inside looking out of windows or goes outside and experiences things. you get what i mean. easy choice, when i put it that way.
i will be finished moving at the end of this month. the sewing room is being painted tomorrow - sky blue with white trim.
but more importantly: HEDONIC ADAPTATION.
yeah. you read that correctly. the thing i grabbed a ghost of from david foster wallace's essay and the idea that's been my obsession for the last several months is actually defined in that neat little term. AND it's been discussed and studied all up and down the block.
if i'm too tired to take a picture i'm definitely too tired to go into details on that one, but i'll let you discover it for yourself if you are so inclined.
cliffs notes: more, more, more. that's the gist of it. not everyone agrees we are wired that way. maybe it isn't universal, but some of us certainly are.
my handstand game is getting pretty tight again. my vapor oh game is getting tighter.
more later. mostly i came here so as not to forget this place exists. it still does, doesn't it?
bonsoir.
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