Self-discipline of a Turnip
Feb. 26th, 2005 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
happychemistI promised myself that I'd spend today writing my in-field research proposal but I've instead spent the afternoon deeply entrenched in leisure reading.
That's not a surprise, given how little time I've actually spent on leisure reading these days.
I should feel incredibly guilty at this horrible self-indulgence, but a part of me argues that I needed to finish a book this weekend to contribute to that strange happiness meter in me that fed by that accomplished feeling I get when I finish a book.
What book did I lavish so much of my precious time on, you wonder? Almost French, by Sarah Turnbull. It's about Turnbull's experience (she's an Australian journalist) when she moves to Paris to be with a guy. (She went to visit him for a week after getting to know him over drinks in Bucharest and ended up staying...oh...eight years so far. When I read the back, it kind of reminded me of Wendy!) It's riddled with observations: physical observations about the streets, the people. Then there's a layer of general observations: French people dress like x, think y about food, etc.. And finally, her own emotional growth in acclimating to her new environment.
It just makes you want to...just up and move somewhere. Anywhere. And take in a new culture.
Haha. Not the correct sentiments to have when you know you have to be stapled to a chair and working. *bad Crystal*
That's not a surprise, given how little time I've actually spent on leisure reading these days.
I should feel incredibly guilty at this horrible self-indulgence, but a part of me argues that I needed to finish a book this weekend to contribute to that strange happiness meter in me that fed by that accomplished feeling I get when I finish a book.
What book did I lavish so much of my precious time on, you wonder? Almost French, by Sarah Turnbull. It's about Turnbull's experience (she's an Australian journalist) when she moves to Paris to be with a guy. (She went to visit him for a week after getting to know him over drinks in Bucharest and ended up staying...oh...eight years so far. When I read the back, it kind of reminded me of Wendy!) It's riddled with observations: physical observations about the streets, the people. Then there's a layer of general observations: French people dress like x, think y about food, etc.. And finally, her own emotional growth in acclimating to her new environment.
It just makes you want to...just up and move somewhere. Anywhere. And take in a new culture.
Haha. Not the correct sentiments to have when you know you have to be stapled to a chair and working. *bad Crystal*
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Date: 2005-02-27 01:28 am (UTC)You haven't added me yet:(
Date: 2005-02-27 04:06 am (UTC)Wow!
Date: 2005-02-27 04:45 am (UTC)Blast!
Date: 2005-02-27 04:47 am (UTC)YES!
Date: 2005-02-27 10:01 pm (UTC)Wow.
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Date: 2005-02-27 06:04 am (UTC)Ah well...I have a Meg Cabot book coming in the mail...^_~
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