I love to read. At any one time, I've got several books going. I read manuals, philosophy, poetry, comic books, novels, history, online journals, textbooks, food packaging. I read literary tomes, and punk- rock xerox. I love to read.What I love about reading is that it inspires me to figure things out by building associations with what what others already know. I'm linking up seemingly unconnected sources, and mixing in my own experiences. This way, I'm not re-inventing the wheel.
More than once, I've stumbled on to critical problem solving details in obscure packages. Bookstacks just beg me for exploration: I often feel like a pirate getting away with treasure. Those "eureka!" moments happen more often if you seek them out. Serendipitously. Go to Goodwill on 50% off day.
I haunt used book stores, resale shops, and every garage sale where I see a stack of books. I dig through them like an addict. It isn't that uncommon to find something by Thomas Merton for a dollar, or a deck building guide for twenty five cents. I can put both of them to good use.
About two years ago, I discovered a book by teacher I used to know. Though I never had a class of hers, she visited and lectured more than once in other classes I had, and she left a good impression on me. This affords me a great opportunity to reflect on her ideas from a different perspective, and compare the two experiences.
I'll probably get to this one over the summer. Meanwhile, I can finish what I've already started. Here's the current list:
Einstein- His Life and Universe by Walter Isaacson.
The Divine Conspiracy- Rediscovering our Hidden Life in God by Dallas Willard
Why I Am Not a Christian by Bertrand Russell
Free Play- Improvisation in Life and Art by Stephen Nachmanovitch
Miracles by C.S. Lewis
Here I am, thinking about what I want when I haven't finished what I have. That's the behavior of an addict.
