Talk about feeling badly about the failure of my 21 straight days of blogging -- check out this guy. He is writing and recording one song over the course of a 24 hour period every day for a year, and he's sticking with it. Apparently if he fails to achieve this goal for even a day, then the project is over.
But all in all, I simply haven't been blogging every day because this is "supposed to be" a blogging adventure that documents my life in academe, and all I want to do lately is blog about anything but that. I guess that is also okay; avoidance, I would say, is also a part of this life in an institution. Right?
Yesterday, while at the gym, I picked up a recent issue of Entertainment Weekly and read an entertaining (I guess this is where the name of the magazine comes from) interview with Norman Mailer. Maybe this is typical of an EW article, but I guess I was surprised to actually get engrossed in an article while at the gym. Of course, it also made me long for the days of reading novels (even if Norman isn't actually reading any himself).
Finally saw The Good Shepard last night. One of the comments on IMDb is "finally a film that doesn't assume you're an idiot" (or something to that effect), and I'd have to agree. I don't consider myself an idiot at all, and yet my head was aching by end. Having never really been a viewer of any type of spy films, and, as it turns out knowing little about CIA operations, I found myself confused, worried, frightened at various points. It also made me feel that D and I should read aloud A People's History of the United States -- a few pages every night.