Revamped!

Strawberry Daiquiri at Overlook Beach
Myexhalation, version 2.0! Having opted to take tomorrow off I spent this evening tinkering around with my dear blog, looking for ways to streamline its content and layout. None of those fancy bells and whistles that make up other websites; at the end of the day, I find that I ultimately like to strive towards minimalism. At any rate, now that I've spent all this time sprucing up my blog I'm completely out of gas to actually do any blogging. Go figure. Expect an entry in the near future involving the new man in my life and my foolhardy attempt at biking to work. Hint: it involves a LOT of perspiration. And not in a sexy way.
P.S. I also got my first haircut in nine months. Which actually makes this photo completely inaccurate :( Womps.

Reserved

Found this picture from my birthday. Really loving this summer so far!

Pause

I wasn't so keen on acknowledging it, but I think I may be at a bit of a blogging halt for the moment (I vacillated for a second on whether "halt" or "rut" would best represent the situation, and settled on the more optimistic of the two). I haven't felt a sincere desire to write at length recently, seeking rather to bury my head in a mound of deliciously good fiction. Believing it was about time I churned out a legitimate entry, I set aside some time tonight to tease out a few of the threads that have been circulating around in my mind as of late. 

There was the one idea of exploring my current fixation with the Myers Briggs test. I had these lofty plans of connecting a seemingly ordinary personality exam with the greater question of how much (or how little...) my personality has changed since I was five, the age by which Freud believed one's personality becomes almost fully developed.

And then I had this grandiose idea of discussing my fascination with the World Cup, and other such universally-ballyhooed sporting events (if you don't know already, I am perhaps the most avid Olympics viewer of all time; I watch both the Summer and Winter ones religiously). From what I recall from my brief brainstorming stint, I had every intention of picking apart the elements that allow sporting spectacles to unite such different demographics of people, especially around noble causes like drinking on Sunday afternoons. This latter idea -- involving the World Cup and its significance, not the whole drinking thing -- had been inspired by a book I recently browsed through at a bookstore. 

Finally, I was hoping to simply get the chance to write about my summery adventures: frolicking around Long Island, reuniting with old friends that have gone missing far too long from my life, discovering secret gardens, good reads (currently reading Kafka on the Shore), familiar summertime haunts, newly-established summertime haunts, my obsession with iced coffee (now a daily dietary intake, oh boy), sporadic-but-always-rewarding runs...basically, the whole gamut of activities and social scenes and new and old people I have been involved in and surrounded by. Oh, and also the crazy heat wave that has latched onto and preyed upon my dear, dear city.

The problem, though, was that I kept trying to write about all of these different topics. Simultaneously. When I would sit down to expand upon one idea, I would find myself invariably roped into an entirely different line of thought. And so everything just sort've became really scrambled and messy. Rich in content, but a little overly ambitious in aim. At any rate, in the end I decided I would write about my entire thought process instead, outlining how each idea came into fruition only to be usurped by another, rather than the thoughts themselves. Maybe I should just rename this entry "Metacognition."

Summer Musings

The Photodiarist

Summer is, by and far, my favorite season. Summer excites me, makes me tingle with anticipation. It fills me with endless possibility when I wake up every morning thinking about the extra daylight I now have at my fingertips. It bronzes my skin, lightens my hair, slyly coaxes me into painting my nails bright colors. It encourages me to stay outside longer, to embrace warmth as often as I can, to be surrounded by others equally buoyed by this inexplicable seasonally-attached happiness. It makes me so, so happy. So joyful, spritely. The child in me fiercely wants to grab a handful of Summer, and put it in a jar somewhere to be taken out again in the doldrums and snowy depths of Winter (obviously my least favorite season ever). I would put in it a fistful of grass, two scoops of ice cream, maybe a firefly (for special effects), some grains of sand, a loose tank top, my most frequently used pair of sunglasses, and the blueness in the sky. It would probably have to be a very large jar, actually. Or maybe even a room that I can visit over and over again.