As I'm sitting here listening to The Doors "Light My Fire," I'm realizing that I have not written here in a while... And that is not good. Don't ask why the one made me think of the other, but it did, so here I am.
I am looking at all of the books in the world, and I'm thinking to hell with that stupid list. Why should I limit myself to a list? I mean there are so many new books that are on not on the list because it was put together before they were released (obviously). So I am saying F--- that to my original plan. There is no doubt that I will plan to read those books regardless, but I am going to read whatever I am wanting to. Take that for being a rebel....
Whilst (I love that word, by the way) I am reading Catch-22, I have started reading Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. Amazing thus far; and wonderfully hilarious. A text worth exploring for anyone ever been on, or going to go on a soul-bearing, love-enticing, anger-involved life journey. I am currently distracted from reading by my own mind. And for living in a state of disarray in my house. Mess, no, clutter drives me absolutely nuts. It halts my thinking, my creativity, my drive for all things intellectual - all I can see is CRAP. All I want to do is clean it.
It's never that easy now is it?
