Today is my tenth wedding anniversary. I don’t know anything to say that would sufficiently express how deeply happy and in love I am, and how greatly I appreciate my wife; suffice it only to say that I love her and am eagerly awaiting the next ten years.
Today’s readings are totally unrelated to marriage.
- We treat boredom like a problem. Which is a mistake, as boredom actually has real benefits.
- Speaking of the benefits of boredom, why do we find being bored at work to be the worst kind of boredom? What’s wrong with our work being, well, a bit boring?
- Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time is a magnificent tribute to the beauty one notices when one engages the boring, hyper-mundane moments of one’s life–amongst many other things, of course. One of those “other things” that the novel is also concerned with across its one-million-plus words and 4500 pages is the landscape of France. William Friedkin takes us on a perambulation through one of these landscapes.
- Proust’s novel may have a lot of words, but it’s only a drop in the bucket compared to the awe-inspiring, gargantuan repository of books Google has digitized, and that we’re not allowed to see.
This being my wedding anniversary, I thought a few artistic representations of marriage might be appropriate here today:
First, Lajos Deák-Ébner’s 1888 Marriage Procession:
David Teniers de Jonge’s Peasant Wedding from 1650 (I love the detail here of the church so far removed from the center of the action–the ceremony may have taken place there, but the wedding is itself about the life of all of these people in connection with one another):