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Found your blog via Justin's Links . . . and I look forward to more tales from a fellow slacker/daydreamer :) Katherine


yeah, life scheduling makes me feel like i'm perpetually busy, but i found that actually making the schedule, like you have, and like i have totally makes it much more manageable.

it makes it really inconvenient when you happen to work at a job that periodically asks you to work late into the night, because i know i'm missing an important part of my week every time it happens and it upsets me. but it means that in general i'm doing everything i think is important to my life. the recent addition of reading on monday nights at mojo's has been the crowning jewel (although i took tonight off to bleach my hair & do laundry) because i do plenty of physical & spiritual stuff but not a lot of mental, surprisingly (since that's historically been the one thing i actually do.) so now that i commit to reading one night a week i make progress (slow progress, admittedly) in all areas.

anyway, my experience has been that, like packing clothing into a suitcase for a long trip, no matter how full things seem, you can always squeeze more in. whatever the saying is: work expands to fill the space alloted for it. so when you have a 40-hour-a-week job i'm sure you'll be able to get just as much done on the side. maybe more.


I'm happily unemployed right now and dreading that change in status. I'm slacking, but when I get moving, I'm productive as hell.


i think it's good to explore the different dimensions that make up a person and to challenge the definitions one has about him/herself.

it seems like we're living parallel lives in some ways. i'm also "playing with the limits and flexibility of my body, organizing it for phantom future pressures", as you so eloquently put it.

to me, life is about learning, whether that means using your brain or your body.

i think you should do what feels good to you, right now. the important thing is being *present* in your activities, and it seems like you're doing that.

i think i'm inherently a planner, which is probably how i manage to do what i do. however, i'm also appreciating the act of lingering, being alone, and doing nothing. a schedule is not all that it's cracked up to be.

enjoy your life and be good to yourself. :)

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the last 10 books I read

  • David Sedaris: When You Are Engulfed in Flames

    David Sedaris: When You Are Engulfed in Flames
    I have noticed in the last couple years that reading while eating has become dissatisfying - I enjoy both less, taste less, remember less. I read most of this while eating. I think it was more mature and not as hysterically funny as Me Talk Pretty One Day, but I also think that last burger needed salt.

  • Charles Palliser: The Quincunx

    Charles Palliser: The Quincunx
    A thoroughly engrossing and very long victorian legal mystery/adventure. Also quite enjoyable! It did not end the way I expected.

  • Cormac McCarthy: The Road

    Cormac McCarthy: The Road
    Easily one of the best books I've ever read. I'll give you a dollar if you can make it through without crying.

  • Anais Nin: Little Birds

    Anais Nin: Little Birds
    Not the one in the picture, but a lovely old red hardbound edition given to me by Heather. It reads like the stories were written over a long period of time, but perhaps the progression of tone was intentional?

  • Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood

    Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood
    My only excuse for not having read this before is that it was just perfect for me now. Rocketed to my favorites list straightaway.

  • Ernest Hemingway: A Farewell To Arms

    Ernest Hemingway: A Farewell To Arms
    The progression of language and complexity through the book was most interesting to me. The depiction of the central couple's affair seems disturbingly co-dependent and unhealthy, but that's just age, I guess.

  • Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Memories of My Melancholy Whores

    Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Memories of My Melancholy Whores
    Yes, quite good, the right length for a domestic flight. I hate to say "nothing special" but that's how I remember it.

  • Jerzy Kosinski: Steps

    Jerzy Kosinski: Steps
    A re-read of a book I thought was too creepy and yucky to ever read again. Densely packed with uncomfortable feelings and moments of brilliance.

  • Charlie Brooker: Dawn of the Dumb

    Charlie Brooker: Dawn of the Dumb
    This is a collection of Charlie Brooker's columns in the Guardian from the last couple of years. If you don't read it, you really ought to start. http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/charliebrooker He writes about (british) TV and pop culture in a way that's so f'ing funny it makes me forget that I don't get the references. A bit formulaic when you read them all at a stretch.

  • James Kelman: How Late It Was, How Late: A Novel

    James Kelman: How Late It Was, How Late: A Novel
    A claustrophobic stream-of-consciousness rant, the focus set so tight you feel like you yourself are blind. Review quotes refer to how funny it is, but perhaps I'm too American to find it anything but choking. In a good way.