I Can Has Writer Block.
Haha, just like the meme! Anyway, I’ve been busy eating words instead of shitting them out on the internet.
For my classes, I need to chow down on:
- Savage Dreams: A Journey Into the Hidden Wars of the American West by Rebecca Solnit
- Disposable People: New Slavery in the Global Economy by Kevin Bales
- Personal Identity as edited by John Perry.
For myself I should indulge in the conclusion of:
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values by Robert Pirsig
- The User Illusion by Tor Nørretranders
- Deep Economy by Bill McKibbon
- Natural Capitalism by Paul Hawkens, Amory Lovins, and L. Hunter Lovins
- Cradle to Cradle by William McDonough and Michael Braungart
- The Tao of Physics by Fritjof Capra
- The Teenage Liberation Handbook by Grace Llewellyn
- Labyrinths of Reason by William Poundstone
- The Botany of Desire by Michael Pollan
- Plan B 2.0 by Lester R. Brown
- Guerilla Gardening: a Manifesto by David Tracey
- American Power by Noam Chomsky.
For my own health I should re-evaluate my appetite. There are only so many hours in the day and of them so few spent awake enough to actively read. A good threshold may be when the books I am trying to read outweigh my head.
I feel like I am for the first time reaching and perhaps even exceeding my thresholds of ability, in terms of how much crap I can get done on time. I’m a vigorous second year student with a healthy mind and body, but this doesn’t mean my capacity for new information, creative endeavors, work, and socializing is boundless. Taking on loads of brain-itchingly interesting books and watching myself fail to competently juggle them along with the required (and thankfully interesting) readings for my classes is like sticking out my internal tongue to probe the inside edges of my headspace. Of what do they taste?