05.02.09
Why is writing so difficult?
Its not that I don’t think about writing on my blog on a regular basis. I do. Unfortunately, the thought of writing doesn’t really comes to fruition. I figured it is time to think about this in a systematic and scientific manner.
Perhaps it is due to the fact that I don’t have time to do it. Well, not really. I do find time to keep up with my reading habit. So the time excuse is not really valid. Perhaps I am plain lazy. Not really. I know I am not. Perhaps I don’t have the right things to write about. Well, I read enough books, watch enough movies and think enough thoughts, each of which would easily provide sufficient material for me to right.
What then? I think it is not having, on my part, a clear theme of sorts to my blog. So here’s what I have decided, I will write about the books and movies that pass through my hands. Perhaps I will try to write a couple of posts once in a while, on my thoughts about science.
Lets see how this experiment works out. The next post will be about a couple of movies I watched – Anatomy of a Murder and The Philadelphia Story.
06.03.08
Books – big and small
I just finished reading Cormac McCarthy’s No Country for Old Men. A great read. He definitely has a very unique style. For example, he doesn’t like the use of punctuations. Fast read too.
In the end, I figured I should go to the nearest bookstore and pick up a couple of his books. Also, it had been a while since I did some aimless browsing. Picked up a couple of his books. Looked around. I wanted to pick up another Philip K. Dick and a Kurt Vonnegut book. Thats when I ran into a strange problem. I couldn’t remember which of their books I owned! I own probably half a dozen of their books. Unfortunately, I am one of those people who will sit and read books in a store. So when I picked up a book that I thought I didn’t have and flipped through it, I got the feeling that I had read it before. In the end, didn’t buy any of their books. Bummer ’cause I really was in the mood to read PKD.
More browsing. A few more books. This time the classics. Alexandre Dumas’ Three Musketeers. A book, I have to confess, I still haven’t read yet. Made a note of it and told myself that I will check out which translation is the best.
Made me think about huge books. Once you have read them, it is very difficult to read them again. There are times when I wanted to read Dumas’ Count of Monte Cristo again. Too big. Thankfully, I underlined and bookmarked a lot of the passages that I liked.
These days when I am reading a book that I own, I carry a pencil with me.
I do wonder how the future will be like for readers like me. I don’t think I would ever be satisfied with a simple reader. I would want something that I can underline and write on. I wonder.
