Walking Oxy-Morons

I don't really have a good reason for blogging today except I felt like babbling a bit. There is a fly buzzing around in my room and starting to annoy me but I'm too lazy to do something about it. So why not do some blogging instead?

That picture is from last weekend when we went to see The Music Man. It was definitely amusing. Hehe....aMUSing...ok nevermind. Ok to make up for a bad joke I will reveal a deep and dark truth about myself: In most plays no matter how much I like them, I always get a little bored for about half an hour towards the end. I don't really know the explanation for this phenomenon, as I love plays and particularly musicals. I love them; I crave them; I enjoy them. Except for the part where I get really bored towards the end.

But I guess we are all walking oxy-morons at heart. Not that our hearts can walk. Ok maybe that didn't come out right. I just think that in the core of my being, and probably yours too, there are a lot of things that completely contradict each other. Walt Whitman did a pretty good job of explaining that.

Hmm that's a pretty profound thought. I should develop it sometime.

Middlemarch in May

Denmark has a lot of holidays in the spring. You get the "winter break" along with basically a whole nuther week for Easter, then there are tons of little 3 or 4 day weekends along the way into May. Like this last weekend. Have a billion fun with my sweetheart, yay!

I've also noticed that whereas it is a particularly vile country weatherwise in the wintertime, the spring (and presumably the summer) is a particularly nice time to be in Denmark. There has been a delightful amount of sun and it puts me in a perpetual good mood. And flowers! And green stuff. Everywhere.

Might I also comment on the felicity of bike riding? Though cruising on the freeway with good friends with the windows down and singing energetically to loud music most definitely has its joys, riding a bike also has its own particular joys. It's very satisfying to arrive at your destination knowing that barely more than your own leg power got you there. And then there's the endorphins. All in all, even though I can't have a car, this really is pretty nice. Just more work. But I guess things that are more work are generally better anyway.

If I'm writing a little funny today it's because I've been reading Middlemarch. It's taken me a while to get into it (especially because apparently one of the main characters hasn't even made his appearance yet), but I'm pretty into it now. So...I'm gonna read. MMM-K bye.