I read a book today
It was the first piece of fiction that I've complete finished in a very long time.
Wallach, Ira (1960). The absense of a cello. Boston: Little, Brown and Company. About 240 pages, in rather large type at that. Well-enough written. There's a play version as well, but it's horrible.
As I often do, I picked up this book at random after using the scanner at the library. I thought that I would decide by the time I left the elevator whether I should keep it or not. Usually, even if I do take a book home with me, I don't manage to get in it, since I have so many more pressing things to read—like sections 11.4 through 11.9 of Early Transcendentals, chapters 2 through 4 of Organic Chemistry, and chapters 2 through 4 (what a coincidence) of Elementary Principles of Chemical Processes.
Today, probably because I just finished a very good test in the last of those three classes, I was in the mood for less productive work, so I read The Absence of a Cello. I might do this more often. It seems like I used to be a "reader" way back in prehistoric times, but have become much more of a writer of lots scraps of meaningless, unwriterly slop (e.g. every line of code of this site).
Maybe, if I manage to make a trend of this back-to-reading-lots business, I might become a more useful writer, or at least a more effective compiler of ideas.
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