Tuesdays...

sometimes wake you up before you go-go...

I had a sort of revelation related to reading as I was sitting and eating my breakfast cereal. I used to read quite indiscriminantly and without hesitation any sci-fi or fantasy novel that fell into my grubby little mitts. I didn't judge their quality by relation to any other book, or really, much at all. Then, somewhat recently, I realized that I'd begun comparing books to each other to determine what I thought of their quality.

"Is this better than that one I read two months ago? Has the author used a distinctive set of word choices? How do I feel about the setting?"

I know, I know, these are the things that English classes are usually supposed to teach you, but I slept through a good number of mine, so don't bother me about it.

Anyhow, I've got to go contemplate catching a bus, so I'll contemplate this some more and come back with a rebuttal for myself after work.

Ciao~.

D-d-d-d-on't touch that button!

So I was arguing with myself over a particular issue today.

"Do it!" "Don't do it!" "Go on! Feed the impulse!" "No, no, it's just too hasty."

I think I've decided, but I'm letting it go for a week to see if I change my mind.

In other notes, I have no rebuttal for my morning post. My experiences with reading and writing lately have become more "mature" at the expense of being somewhat less "Fun!" I'm not sure exactly who it was that taught me critical reading skillz(tm), but I think I'd like to punch them in the nose~! I'm an escapist reader, whether that means escaping into the plot, the style, or simply the prose. I don't necessarily want to think about what I'm reading. Hemph.

But I jest.

I'll close this week with a short poetic interlude.

my soliloquy is silenced
by the surfeit of sound
still somehow I am gladdened
by the sounds that I have found.