I’ve really just not been around the past couple of weeks. I think about the blog at least once a day and I feel bad that I’ve been unable to post. I think mostly because I don’t like to start things and not finish them, but I also really enjoy this site & blogging and I miss it when I don’t do it.
To hopefully keep this from happening in the future, I’ve made a new little schedule that I swear I will stick to from now on regarding posting. I’m going to have my posts up every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday & Friday by 8am PST/11am EST.
Something else I’ve decided to do is “Music Mondays,” where I’ll share & talk about a song I heard during the week, along with a normal posting. I figure it helps fulfill the purpose of this blog–to broaden my horizons, boost my talents a little and mostly to become more acquainted with the finer arts in life.
Speaking of being more cultured, I’ve found myself with quite a bit of time on my hands during the day. I chose to give myself a couple weeks to enjoy California before starting back so deeply in work/etc. I’ve taken to going to Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica and setting out a little blanket to read books in the shade. I think the last time I read a book front-to-back was probably in 11th grade for the assigned reading–(I don’t think I read any of the books for senior year, sorry, Ms. Hall-Lewis.)
I think maybe the last time I read a book for pleasure was…well, I can’t remember the last time. Is it sad/unusual that I haven’t read a book in like, 3 years? Is that unusual? I don’t know–well, in the past two weeks I’ve read 3 books, so maybe that’ll make up for it.
I have always kept the books we were assigned to read in school because I felt that it made me look distinguished to have a shelf full of books boasting of titles such as “The Scarlet Letter,” “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” “Freakonomics,” and other such nationally ranked books. Some of the books I have read–I should probably make that clear. I don’t have tons of books that I’ve never touched. I’ve totally read at least parts of all of them.
Anyway, when I moved to CA, I put them all in a big trunk. This trunk is really heavy–like way too heavy for me to carry alone–so I have just left it in my car.
I was sitting in the grass wishing I had something to do when I remembered said trunk! I pulled out a book reluctantly. I have to say that at first it was hard to get back into the whole words-to-images-in-your-brain instead of not having to do much work as when watching films. I read with a conscious effort for a while, as if I was expecting the words to swirl together into a movie.
Kind of like how in movies, they have a narrator talking and the screen ripples and the dreamy music plays, transporting you to the scenes playing out exactly what the narrator was saying?
But, books are just black on kind of a creamy yellow and it was all very hard to get used to again.
I also forgot how tired reading makes me. Maybe it’s just being silent for so long. Sorry if this really long post makes any of you tired. Happy Friday!