loving life, in hypercolor

i. I love springtime; I love chicory coffee; you probably don't know it, but in the summertime when I start to feel unhappy or lonely, I love going to Central Park and walking around the Reservoir as many times as it takes before things feel better and a Jamba Juice is ultimately required. I said yesterday that 80% of what goes on in my life happens in my head; this is why I'm so tired all of the time.

ii. And as that summer approaches and I start to think about how my heart bursts every time I get near a beach, I'm excited, too, to think that one of my nearest and dearest may be coming back to the fold. There are really exhilarating moments in my life, most of which take place in bars, where every word becomes a new discovery and a whole new set of creative ideas overcome you. It used to be easy to come by, back in the days when I spent half of my time in philosophy classes and the other half with my head in the clouds; these days, it takes a good friend to jog it out of me. Christiana could not be planning her arrival at a better time.

iii. And in other news, I've finally come around to the wild, wonderful ways of My Morning Jacket. Who knew?