Wednesday, February 28, 2007 -- 10:18 AM

Today it snowed. Kind of strange for this part of the world. Anyways, by the time I hopped off the bus in Seattle it was raining and it felt pretty good. I get a cup of coffee and then head into this old brick building into a very quaint reading room where I read and mess about for awhile before class. That's where I am now.

I've been reading this novel, No Longer at Ease, about Nigeria and omigod colonialism and whatnot, and the writing is so good and so meloncholy that it reminds me of what I used to read. The story is rubbish but the writing is quite good, and reading like that makes me think more. It makes me feel pretty good to be in that mindset again, and I'm realizing that when I'm not reading I have little desire to write. This might seem obvious, and I always know that it's true but it only really hits me when I start reading again. I used to read so much more than I do now. Actually, that isn't really true. I used to read a lot more of this sort of thing. Now all I read are dry academic papers, and all I write are dry academic papers, and as happy as I am with how well that's going for me (super!), it does change who I am in that it makes a profound difference on my outlook. I spend much less time thinking creatively and taking an interest in the immediate world around me. Enough! Enough I say (again)!

Less TV from now on, I swear. Oh, and I gave up smoking for Lent.