it took a while for the bliss to set in, but while jogging determinedly along a seedy french street today, breathlessly babbling in french to myself about the horizon, which I could see by the way: blue green and cool in the far far away, with the sun melting over it like a warm breath, I felt that incredible elation when life and humanity are completely and shamelessly radiant. Thank god for distant places.

Living and learning here has also taught me an incredible appreciation for a person's staggering dexterity with their first language. Being able to string together a sentence, actually choosing words that convey a particular mood: beauty, poetics, anger, sarcasm, etc, takes ridiculous expertise. It's kinda cool that if we choose to take advantage of it, everyone can share in being ever so super good at something. Thats kinda rad, in my book.

I wish I could be sharing art and images, but blogger won't allow it when coming from this side of the earth. C'est la vie!

I've been finding some coo stuff:

Really dign' the artwork at Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name

The historical lols at Hark! A Vagrant!

And the story telling and ever beauteous facial expression over at Boxer Hockey.

I'm dorking out like I havent in years.