Keep reading
Jul 31st, 2006 by Ashley
Yap, yap. It’s been one of my most abundant evening lately. I’ve read 10 chapters in a row tonight. Bernie would know, the further you go, it’s harder to put the book down. But one’s butt has its limit. I finished 6 chapters and could not sit anymore. I can almost heard my butt grinding if only it has teeth. I strolled around CD section, listened to Sierra Swan once again, along with some so-so post-punk band called The Sleeping, The Pajama Game (I really like the song, “There once was a man”, but I will wait til I finish the 1982 movie to determine whether I wanna buy the revival soundtrack or not.), a few songs from Sunday in the Park with George, and The Light in the Piazza (which made me really wanna see the coming SF production just to know what it is about. And… I just bought the tickets for tomorrow. Very impulsive, but cannot do anything if hesitate too much.) Finishing scanning the stock I just scanned a couple of days ago, I went back to the book section, didn’t return to Seattle’s Best but grabbed a stepper, leaned my back on the shelf and stared again to read.
Back to the book I’m reading. A book I can easily finish at most 3 hours took me 1.5 hour to read 6 chapters when it iin English. I read a lot faster now, the speed is actually tolerable, but heck, when can I reach my speed as when it is in Chinese? It is so time wasting. The time I spent on these 16 chapters (by now it is 20), I could have well finished 6 regular fictions (not 南方有嘉木 type of fiction though. By the way, seems like I will have to buy another one, along with 匈奴… /_\)
The consecuve reading for the past week or so forces me to face the fact that time and money are limited. It is hard but necessary to eliminate things I like for things I love. There’s no take it all in real life.
Books or TV and movie.
Going out or sitting-still absorbing.
Concerts, musical or nice weather and fine wine.
(And now I know how to answer when asked why I don’t ski. “I have better things to do.”)
While struggling with what to give up and what to keep, here are some lines I came across (haven’t come up with an adequate adj. yet.) I would like to share:
They killed three people, for God’s sake.
It’s jerks like that who give burglary a bad name.
When a cop’s not near the suspect he suspects, he suspects the suspect he’s near.
Aren’t they nice?