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I bet seriously that I've "wasted" an entire year of my life on the Internet by now ... if not longer.
On the other hand, I imagine I've only spent a few months reading books, and I've had access to books for significantly longer than I've had access to the Internet. So, what does that say about me?
I was ashamed to admit last night that I've read "The DaVinci Code" and that it was probably the only book I read in an entire year ... I think the year was 2004. If that's the case, I don't know if I read any books in 2005.
My first couple of books of 2006 were by David Sedaris, but I didn't finish one until after I arrived in Wausau, and I still haven't finished the other. After my first trip to the library here, I read a book by Sean Barron. Later, I decided to finish reading The Constant Gardener by John Le Carre, and then I read "Magical Thinking" by Augusten Burroughs. These experiences make me want to read more books by Le Carre and by Burroughs.
But my failure to read many books really begs the question of what I was doing with all of my time. People ask me that, and I really have a hard time answering. Was I reading magazines? Well, I like magazines. I was a magazine major. But no, not really. I bought a few issues of Glamour and a few issues of Violet, and I've really enjoyed looking at the pictures/page designs in ESPN magazine, but I've never had a serious magazine-reading addiction or even a subscription in recent years. So if I wasn't reading books, I wasn't reading magazines and I definitely wasn't watching TV, I must have been spending my time (too much of it) online. I guess in college when I wasn't reading books for pleasure like civilized people were, I was using some instant messenger program. But realizing this was a problem, I even deleted AIM from my computer for a while. So what did I do with my spare time then? Maybe I wrote laboriously long livejournal entries. Yeah, probably. (I also made innumerable trips to Target ... more than you can even imagine.)
But I don't want to say that being online is a hobby of mine. Because I rarely even do anything productive while I'm here, and being here is rarely fulfilling in any way.
I would like to say driving is more of a hobby than being online. Considering the number of miles I've put on my car, that might actually be fair to say. And since I like driving so much, I should really drive to the library today and find a good book to read. Too bad it's not warmer out, though. If it were, I might actually consider walking there, since I have enough time to spare.
On the other hand, I imagine I've only spent a few months reading books, and I've had access to books for significantly longer than I've had access to the Internet. So, what does that say about me?
I was ashamed to admit last night that I've read "The DaVinci Code" and that it was probably the only book I read in an entire year ... I think the year was 2004. If that's the case, I don't know if I read any books in 2005.
My first couple of books of 2006 were by David Sedaris, but I didn't finish one until after I arrived in Wausau, and I still haven't finished the other. After my first trip to the library here, I read a book by Sean Barron. Later, I decided to finish reading The Constant Gardener by John Le Carre, and then I read "Magical Thinking" by Augusten Burroughs. These experiences make me want to read more books by Le Carre and by Burroughs.
But my failure to read many books really begs the question of what I was doing with all of my time. People ask me that, and I really have a hard time answering. Was I reading magazines? Well, I like magazines. I was a magazine major. But no, not really. I bought a few issues of Glamour and a few issues of Violet, and I've really enjoyed looking at the pictures/page designs in ESPN magazine, but I've never had a serious magazine-reading addiction or even a subscription in recent years. So if I wasn't reading books, I wasn't reading magazines and I definitely wasn't watching TV, I must have been spending my time (too much of it) online. I guess in college when I wasn't reading books for pleasure like civilized people were, I was using some instant messenger program. But realizing this was a problem, I even deleted AIM from my computer for a while. So what did I do with my spare time then? Maybe I wrote laboriously long livejournal entries. Yeah, probably. (I also made innumerable trips to Target ... more than you can even imagine.)
But I don't want to say that being online is a hobby of mine. Because I rarely even do anything productive while I'm here, and being here is rarely fulfilling in any way.
I would like to say driving is more of a hobby than being online. Considering the number of miles I've put on my car, that might actually be fair to say. And since I like driving so much, I should really drive to the library today and find a good book to read. Too bad it's not warmer out, though. If it were, I might actually consider walking there, since I have enough time to spare.