Första på länge

Detta är den första posten på länge. Jag kom helt enkelt på att jag totalt glömt bort min blogg och att det trots allt kan vara roligt att blogga. Håll utkik.

Why are you fat?

Answer.

Kärleksbrev.

Richard P. Feynman to Arline Feynman 1946 (Feynmans hustru dog i tuberkulos 1945, 27 år gammal).

Thursday, Oct. 17, ’46

D’Arline,
I adore you, sweetheart.

I know how much you like to hear that – but I don’t only write it because you like it – I write it because it makes me warm all over inside to write it to you.
It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you – almost two years but I know you’ll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing.
But now I know my darling wife that it is right to do what I have delayed in doing, and what I have done so much in the past. I want to tell you I love you. I want to love you – I always will love you.

I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead – but I still want to comfort and take care of you – and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you – I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that together. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together – or learn Chinese – or getting a movie projector. Can’t I do something now. No. I am alone without you and you were the ’idea-woman’ and general instigator of all our wild adventures.

When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you wanted to and thought I needed. You needn’t have worried. Just as I told you then there was no real need because I loved you in so many ways so much. And now it is clearly even more true – you can give me nothing now yet I love you so that you stand in my way of loving anyone else – but I want to stand there. You, dead, are so much better than anyone else alive.

I know you will assure me that I am foolish and that you want me to have full happiness and don’t want to be in my way. I’ll bet that you are surprised that I don’t even have a girlfriend (except you, sweetheart) after two years. But you can’t help it, darling, nor can I – I don’t understand it, for I have met many girls and very nice ones and I don’t want to remain alone – but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real.

My darling wife, I do adore you.
I love my wife. My wife is dead.
Rich.

PS. Please excuse my not mailing this – but I don’t know your new address.

Ord känns överflödiga.

Positivitet

Första snön har nu fallit. Därmed får det vara slut på allt regn!

Negativitet

Motivationsbrist, nedstämdhet och depression. Precis så kan man nog sammanfatta min vardag just nu. Jag får dock hoppas på att det beror på tidigt mörker och dystert väder istället för något mer långvarigt och oförutsägbart fenomen.

När det kommer till motivationsbristen så är det väl främst plugget som åsyftas. Tentorna duggar tätt och viljan till att gräva ner sig i tråkig kurslitteratur känns långt bort. Just nu vill man bara lägga sig i sängen, dra täcket över sig och sjunga en godnatt-visa. Men det vänder; det gör det alltid, och det är det som gör att man orkar ta nästa andetag.

Efter ännu en paus…

…är det nu hög tid att börja blogga igen.