6.17.2010

Une Wort 2 an мудрый, y le Narr...


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Sherlock said it best: 

"My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation." 

This interim that school children fondly call "summer break" is seeming to break me in some respects. With a lack of structure, be that work, or schooling, or my piano (some Russians are taking it away today), or filled bookshelves, I begin to loose it.
Yesterday I realized that my drug of choice to deal with this time of transition is language learning. I crave the safety and order of German clause structure or Cyrillic pronunciation. Before you know it I'm a bit frantic, running from the living room to Bloom Coffee and Tea back to the living room, bouncing off German, Spanish, Russian, String Figures (just go with it), French, Latin, and the poetry of Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman.

Nothing wrong with these things. Just too much. And the underlying cause is a desire to cope with a situation out of my control. I'm sure that's what most addictions are. Time to take a step back and call some friends on the phone. Thank God for Summer Fest at our church where I get to hang out with four 1st graders! Those guys ground me.

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