My hair isn't all THAT awful. Thank you for your concern (Lisagh, I am truly laughing about the whole thing now...thanks for reminding me to do so). As you all reminded me, there are millions of reasons to smile.
And, my all-time favorite, this:
I mean, with the hats and sweaters? Please. What could be funnier?
It's Rilke's birthday, and despite his being a skeevy lothario who preyed on rich old women, he wielded a hell of a quill. We have him to thank for Letters to a Young Poet, which popularized the idea of "the journey is the destination." Here's an excerpt, courtesy of The Writer's Almanac:
"You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now."