Wednesday, 12 May 2004
Nothing Much: An Exercise in Task Avoidance
Tonight's palette-tickler was lasagnes chèvre-épinards and another serving of those feathered vegetables. After making sure the greens were clear of any errant plumes, I settled in for a cheesy gooey goodness while reading articles on the Web.
I hadn't started this entry with a point in mind (do I ever?), but it strikes me: I used to read a lot of books, maybe a novel or three a week in addition to all the required reading I had at whatever level of school I had reached at that moment.
By university, I'd almost completely converted to magazine reading, mostly things I'd started subscribing to while in high school. Their articles were so much easier to fit in between university coursework and my pay-my-way-through-university job, on the bus or at the dining table. Plus, the technical ones (and there were many in that mix) were that much more topical for their appearance in a periodical.
The advent of the Web brought a promising medium that was overflowing with possibilities. While the forecast is often "possibilities of crap, and lots of it," I started reading more and more while online. Ironically, I now find myself in a country whose reading habits are very periodical-oriented, and yet I don't remember the last time I read anything of substance in "real" print.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I was going to actually sit down and write the first few of many (many) new entries. Instead, I spent my evening in front of the unholy progeny of television and magazines - though some of it was good stuff.
It is worth mentioning that my much-maligned laptop's display is positively kick-ass for extended reading sessions.