9 February 06
Not Reading, Still
The Creative License by Danny Gregory arrived today. It made a cross-country trip to the Davis Post Office, was returned to New York, and finally arrived today at my office.
The bummer is, I can’t read it. Not till Tuesday. (The delight is I can already see I need to buy a few copies and distribute them around the planet…)
This Reading Deprivation Week is doing weird things to me. I’m realizing, for instance, how email and reading blogs are a narcotic for me. I must check both emails—work and home—at least 30 times a day.
Nobody needs an answer that fast.
Ever.
If they did, they’d call.
I am not reading the paper. I’m barely reading comments on blog posts of mine, something I normally pounce on like a cat onto a lurking mouse. I’m not reading for pleasure. I AM reading for work, but it’s editing, it’s almost like connecting the dots. I’m restricting my home email to once a day, which I’m sure is breaking the rules.
It’s amazing how simultaneously liberating and freakish this is.
- Yep, that’s what I was going through (and probably always will) when last year I decided to spend less time on the internet… I realized just how addictive it is and didn’t want myself to fall deper into it. Obviously lately I’ve been coming back… but I’m not sure it’s what I should be doing…— butuki 10. February 2006, 12:40 Link
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