I picked up a copy of First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami. After reading the first two short stories in the collection (there are eight stories), I now want to talk about them. The stories are unexpectedly enjoyable.
I just finished knitting my first sock. As part of my search for alternative rebellion strategies (more about this in a future post), I thought I’d give knitting a try. When thinking about different ways to engage the senses, knitting falls under touch. I enjoy working with my hands, even though I’m pretty soft.
I have no idea how this is going to go but there’s only one way to find out. Maybe something will come of it. It feels kind of strange. Oddly.
I’ve been thinking about passive income for a few months. It’s an attractive concept: you make something and then it makes money for you. When thinking about ways to pay the rent, passive income seems like the best option.
After about a dozen failed attempts over about ten years, I have finally managed to read The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky. It took me just over a month to read it but it was worth it. It’s a great book.
I went to go see the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibition last Friday night. I was hoping to have gone with someone but, as it turns out, I’m really glad that I went on my own. It was great to be alone, standing amongst a small crowd, with the pieces on display.
This is brilliant: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b06vwcby
It’s been a bit of an odd week. It’s not for anything that has happened that was out of the ordinary. It has to do with how I’ve been looking at the world around me.