The new job is taking up a lot more of my time and energy than I initially anticipated. I’m not sure if it’s because it is more challenging or because I am pushing myself more than usual in an attempt to make up for my lack of experience (as well as my lack of seniority). It’s quite the contrast from my last job where, by the time I left in February, I had been on board for longer than every other officer save one, and was senior to half of them.
Is there a tastier snack than the Cadbury Creme Egg? I ask this in all seriousness. I am completely addicted to those little buggers. In the past week, I have eaten no less than a baker’s dozen of them, and they were not bought in bulk (yes, I’ve made that many trips to Wal-Mart). They may be the perfect dessert- or breakfast, if you’re incredibly luck- and I can see no way in which they can be improved.
A bit melty? Well that’s ok, then it almost has the consistency of a real egg. Plus, you’ll inevitably get some chocolaty creamy deliciousness on your fingers which makes for good licking well after the initial egg has been devoured. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
A bit frozen? This happens to be my personal fave. I think it improves the texture somewhat and, more importanly, makes the egg last a bit longer. For me, making those puppies last is an exercise in restraint; having the eggs semi-frozen makes it much easier. Think bumper bowling…
And in book related news, I’m currently reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma (both excellent and intriguing), as well as The Egyptologist (not very far, but is very interesting thus far).
If I finish those books and another by Monday, I will make up some ground; however, I still have a ways to go if I have any shot of getting to 150…
At the moment, I fear I am a bit behind schedule on the reading goal. Initially, I thought the move to Texas was going to be beneficial in that respect, but I’m not getting as much reading down as I thought. I’d love to say it’s because I’m busting my ass trying to learn the new job so I set myself up for future success; however, I have a feeling it has more to do with the digital cable subscription that I suddenly have access to. It’s too bad that I’ve already read The Shawshank Redemption and The Stand, otherwise I could create a new “Books on Video” category and take some credit. Unfortunately, I think that’s cheating…
In other news, I read Le Petit Prince yesterday and loved every single illustrated page of it (them picture books make for easy reading). I’m not sure how many people outside of high school French students have actually read this book, but I wholeheartedly recommend it.
Why, the Tao of this guy (of course):
As the title suggests, this little book by Benjamin Hoff is an introduction to Taoism which uses Winnie-the-Pooh and other friends from Hundred Acre Wood to introduce basic Eastern philosophical principles. In a nutshell (or perhaps a honeypot???) Pooh epitomizes the “uncarved block”, as he is fully in tune with himself, though he is often said to have little Brain. Pooh seems positively enlightened next to the worrisome Eeyore, the “tries to hard” Owl, the busy Rabbit, and the hesitant Piglet.
I enjoyed the book- mostly because of the short, digestible description of Taoism. Blashphemous as it may sound, I didn’t find the use of the Winni-the-Pooh characters as life altering and mind blowing as some seem to. I thought it was original, and fairly effective, but the proverbs/maxims that Hoff lifts from the various Taoist texts were just as (if not more) enlightening as the examples he pulled from Winnie-the-Pooh. Still, I’d definitely recommend this to anyone who has an interest in learning something about Taoism, or perhaps someone who would just like to take a break and try looking at the world from a different perspective. Remember,
While Eeyore frets…and Piglet hesitates…and Rabbit calculates…and Owl pontificates….Pooh just is. And that’s the clue to the secret wisdom of the Taoists.
I just finished reading White Tiger, by Aravind Adiga, 2009’s Man Booker Prize winner.
This narrative, chronicled over seven nights, tells the mesmerizing story of how Balram Halwai, a former Indian servent from one of the lowest castes, came to be a success in life. This novel is thoroughly depressing; the description of modern India and the abject poverty that permeates its culture cannot be overlooked or glossed over, however, a continuous stream of dark comedy also runs through the text, providing an excellent foil to the descriptions of destitution, political corruption, and economic injustice.
I thought this was an excellent book- especially for a debut novel. Obviously, I wasn’t the only one since it won the Booker Prize. In so many ways, this book defies description. Rarely have I read a book that angered me, entertained me, depressed me, fixated me, and also made me thankful to be born where running water is the rule and not an exception.
1. I-10 has to be one of the easiest roads to drive in the entire country. Entirely flat; I seriously can’t remember one curve.
2. It’s very disheartening to switch roads and to have TomTom tell you that there’s 848 miles until your next road change.
3. I was stopped three times at random checkpoints and asked the following question: “Are you an American Citizen?”
4. If you like a room that doesn’t have climate control, has towels more threadbare than ten year old pajamas, and no hotwater, then you really need to stay in the Super 8 motel fifty miles east of El Paso.
5. Texas is a big freaking state.
6. At least 99% of the world’s pickup trucks are located in the Lonestar State. Just goes to show that some stereotypes are based on fact.
7. Despite their reputation for being gun-crazy, the number of dead deer on the side of the highway (at least 30), it’s apparent that Texans are either terrible shots or just not hunting enough.
8. Texas is a big freaking state
I apologize for the lack of posting over the past week, but it’s really tough to blog whilst driving. Last week I drove from San Diego to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. That was 1850 miles and I don’t even know how many hours in the car. I drove it by myself which made the ride slightly boring, but the good news is that I was still able to read two books last week, so I didn’t fall off the pace that much. More posts to come on the books I read and also my experience driving across the country and the New Orleans debauchery.
So, as you may have noticed, I haven’t been posting quite as regularly over the last week or so. That is because I am currently getting ready to take a road trip down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras before reporting to my next duty station in Texas. So, you won’t be hearing too much from me over the next week, and I’m also afriad that I won’t get to read much, but I guess we’ll just have to see what happens.
Richard Feynman, John and Mary Gribbin
Richard Feynman was the greatest physicist of his generation. Few people have advanced science further than he. Whether it was his work on the atomic bomb, his theory on quantum electrodynamics that would win him the Nobel Prize, or his work on the Challenger Disaster Board, Richard Feynman was at the forefront of his field for more than fifty years. And he did it all while remaining decidedly “normal.” He was about as far from the stereotypical scientist as you can imagine- a safe cracking, practical joking, radio repairing, bongo playing genius. Even more surprising, he was just as good a teacher as he was a theorist.
This book is part biography and part scientific explanation, and should probably be required reading for physics majors, as well as anyone who has an interest in Richard Feynman. That being said, this isn’t where I would recommend starting if you really want to get an idea of what Feynman was all about. This book certainly does a good job of it, but I fear that the pretty advanced scientific parts would leave the average reader behind. Had I not taken chemistry and physics in college, this book would have been beyond my grasp- or I would have taken so long trying to figure the science out that whole Feynman aspect of the work would have been lost.
After thirty months onboard, I have finally departed the ship. I’ve been looking forward to this day for approximately 899 days. Ok, so it hasn’t been nearly that bad, but after having spent literally almost ten percent of my life onboard, I am ready for a change.
Fittingly enough, the last week was pretty brutal; I worked all seven days and didn’t get nearly as much reading done as I was hoping. I fell a bit behind, but hopefully with this week off, I will be able to make up some ground.