Brewed Beverage of Choice: A Cup of Stumptown Sumatra Lake Tamur Coffee
The other day as I was riding my bike in the blasted cold so I could get to work and warm up, I started going over all the books I have read since I got back from Seattle around August 20th. This is the date you may remember that got me on my current kick of reading. When I got to work I wrote down all the books I could remember reading which in and of itself was a challenge.
Now I do not usually go around counting books I have read in a certain period. I do not read as a competition or to say I have read this or that book. I am a geek not a wanker. But a friend of mine the other weekend claimed he knew my reading habits saying that I only read books on Native American History and Confucianism. Now I did not go into this to prove him wrong. That is not how my mind works. My mind in its infinite worry state began to wonder if this statement was true. Were the only books I have read on Native American History and Confucianism? (For the sake of argument I will lump Confucianism in with all East Asian Religion/Philosophy to satisfy the masses that do not know the difference say between Taoism and Confucianism.)
The most important conclusion: I have read 3204 pages of material since coming back from a good friend’s wedding. This does not include any magazine articles, newspaper accounts, poetry, web pages, etc. Actually I think there is some poetry in there. The other conclusion was that in those 3204 pages, which amounts to 12 books, only 2 of those books were on Native American History and only 1.5 books were on East Asian Philosophy. The philosophy books were on Buddhism and one dealt with Buddhists take on St. Benedicts Rule, therefore I only counted that as a half a topic. So my mind can rest assured with the knowledge that NO I do not only read books in two genres. Whew!!! That was a close one.
Now I must go and finish reading…Yes, damn it…It is a book on Native American History! Can we let that go, please? I swear. Some of you hold on to things like a mother clutching a baby, for feckssake. (Inaudible mumbling…)
Prost!
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