the goodness of life.

Feeling bogged down by school work and much in need of a change of scenery, I opted to spend the weekend visiting a friend. Two days spent together of quiet and studying, and fabulously mooching internet and swimming in the pool. It finally and really feels like summer--and time for barbeque chicken and popsicles, both of which have been in generous supply over the past two days.

The weekend has allowed me to finally get a little caught up on all my school assignments, an exercise in learning about spatial data set matching, topography, and raster data sets. If this sounds painfully dry to you, believe me, it IS. (Which perhaps in part explains why I am so behind in this class to begin with.)

But then I stumbled across a little gem of algebraic topology called the theorem of hairy balls. To know that we live in a universe in which such a theorem exists, is bound to make just about anyone's day a little better. At least, it did mine.

A hot day and the smell of chlorine and wet cement, wet towels and melting popsicles. The goodness of life is often in the small things. Oh, and the small, unexpected, round things. Small, unexpected hairy theorems of joy.