I mean, I wish. I’m thinking about taking apart an old laptop but I’m very nervous.
Reading: The 6th Extinction. I don’t know why it is taking me forever, but it is. It is this year’s One Book, One Chicago book. Every time I sit down to read it, I make it like 1-3 pages before I have to get up and do something else.
Looking: Old. So very old. I don’t think I’m aging well at all. I don’t feel like a “new 40” that is really the new 30. I feel (and look) like an old 40. That has 20 years left before I retire and 23 before I die.
I’m listening to The God of Small Things. It’s a Booker-Man Prize winner. I started it back in December and just ran out of steam. It’s good so far- but definitely has a “100 years of Solitude” feel.
Wishing: Running were easier. I bought some new running shoes last week. The weather is starting to turn here… so running outside might be nice. I just wish I were better at it. And that it were easier. Really wish I could be one of these gazelle runners who just through their shoes on and go out for an easy five mile run an hour. But that is not me.
Enjoying: I finally went to the Chicago Institute of Art this week. Only been wanting to visit it for 7 years. It was pretty cool. I can see why it is so highly regarded… a lot of Manet and Monet, some Cezanne. And a gigantic display of Arms and Armor… which Nico really liked. He also got a kick out of this one, because he recognizes it.
Loving: my planner. I love the Hobonichi Cousin, but had a hard time adjusting to the paper-where ink dries so very slowly. Also, the grids are so small. Was forced to get a fancy multi pen with 0.3 mm nibs. Like those white and blue pens from the 1980s with the four inks.
Only mine’s from Japan…
Hoping: my new boss wants me to do all the trainings this spring and summer. I am lobbying to do an intro to digital humanities workshop at Oxford this summer. In case you were wondering if I could be any more insufferable. Am hoping to go to one of the areas my distant ancestors were from to go to an old pub and have a drink, which I think my mom would have liked.
Coveting: While I still love winter, I’ve now reached the point of winter where I miss Florida beaches.