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I posted on my social blog my personal bit about not having anything to watch over my meal, about suffering at having only my own paltry thoughts for company. In the discussion with Old Poet (instead of calling him Pig Shit), he dropped a good, hard line against my ode to books, in which I told him, without books I have nothing to think.
He said, "LOL anchor in a storm, boxes of books are heavy to move, they have great inertia, to abandon them would be like leaving solitary confinement, you would miss the cracks on the wall and long for the sound of paint peeling.. page by page.."
That's not bad at all. It does catch the shadow side of the business.
In any case, since then, another solution has occurred to me, for when I have nothing to watch while I am eating: my little memo pads of gold nuggets from the Three Journal (which I think I will start to call my Little Golden Books). I long ago dismissed the idea of being able to read while I eat, and so I was not inclined to see this answer. However, the charm about these memo pads with their little quotations is that it is not terribly inconvenient to read these over my meals. To be sure, desiring to preserve these with some carefulness, I cannot read them when I am eating fried chicken or pizza or tacos, any greasy hand-food. I also probably shouldn't eat them with Doritos or Cheetos, either, when I am having sandwiches. That's not too restrictive, but there is also probably a problem with buttered rolls, which does make for buttery fingers. That is a little harder on me, because rolls are a frequent part of my meal. However, so long as I can keep one hand clean, this should work.
Nevertheless, I am onto something. I enjoyed reading my gold nuggets very much, consisting as they do of snippets from my discussions with my old e-friends as well as the very best from authors and thinkers. There is that sense of intimacy about them that I have always sought in my writing projects. It feels a little more like eating with friends, my invisible friends.
He said, "LOL anchor in a storm, boxes of books are heavy to move, they have great inertia, to abandon them would be like leaving solitary confinement, you would miss the cracks on the wall and long for the sound of paint peeling.. page by page.."
That's not bad at all. It does catch the shadow side of the business.
In any case, since then, another solution has occurred to me, for when I have nothing to watch while I am eating: my little memo pads of gold nuggets from the Three Journal (which I think I will start to call my Little Golden Books). I long ago dismissed the idea of being able to read while I eat, and so I was not inclined to see this answer. However, the charm about these memo pads with their little quotations is that it is not terribly inconvenient to read these over my meals. To be sure, desiring to preserve these with some carefulness, I cannot read them when I am eating fried chicken or pizza or tacos, any greasy hand-food. I also probably shouldn't eat them with Doritos or Cheetos, either, when I am having sandwiches. That's not too restrictive, but there is also probably a problem with buttered rolls, which does make for buttery fingers. That is a little harder on me, because rolls are a frequent part of my meal. However, so long as I can keep one hand clean, this should work.
Nevertheless, I am onto something. I enjoyed reading my gold nuggets very much, consisting as they do of snippets from my discussions with my old e-friends as well as the very best from authors and thinkers. There is that sense of intimacy about them that I have always sought in my writing projects. It feels a little more like eating with friends, my invisible friends.
