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Apr. 21st, 2012
Well, episode two was no letdown. Season three is looking only stronger than the first two seasons.
I do think, however, that I need to slow down. I do not want to burn through three episodes a day - over breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I want to limit myself to watching no more that one episode per day.
I do think, however, that I need to slow down. I do not want to burn through three episodes a day - over breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I want to limit myself to watching no more that one episode per day.
My Old Journal
Apr. 21st, 2012 03:18 pmHaving finished my Sylvia Plath entry, I was thinking about how this would be the spot where I work on my Old Journal, before I dropped it, and I am impressed by how much more smoothly my routine goes without it. There is just nothing in those old entries that is worth the time and effort to recover. The material only brings to mind how horribly empty and wretched my life was.
Even now, of course, my reading life and the Internet is more of a pleasant diversion than a substantive improvement in my life, but the time passes more sweetly, and the material is more interesting, if impersonal, being mostly copied and pasted material.
And I wonder if I will ever work on my Old Journal again. It could just be a mood. We have cycled through this a number of times. If history is forecast, some months down the road, maybe a few years, I will decide to have another look at it, and then I will marvel how I could just let my Old Journal collect dust, since, however poor and stagnant the material may be, it is still my life, which arguably ought to be of some value, at least to myself.
But I don't know if I will continue circling around. Now that I have gotten into book-blogging, which I have come to deeply enjoy, maybe I will now see that the opportunity costs of working on the Old Journal are too high, that life is too short to wallow in my mortification.
Even now, of course, my reading life and the Internet is more of a pleasant diversion than a substantive improvement in my life, but the time passes more sweetly, and the material is more interesting, if impersonal, being mostly copied and pasted material.
And I wonder if I will ever work on my Old Journal again. It could just be a mood. We have cycled through this a number of times. If history is forecast, some months down the road, maybe a few years, I will decide to have another look at it, and then I will marvel how I could just let my Old Journal collect dust, since, however poor and stagnant the material may be, it is still my life, which arguably ought to be of some value, at least to myself.
But I don't know if I will continue circling around. Now that I have gotten into book-blogging, which I have come to deeply enjoy, maybe I will now see that the opportunity costs of working on the Old Journal are too high, that life is too short to wallow in my mortification.